humanity
The evolution of humanity, from one advancement to the next.
Journey Of The Hearts: An LGBTQ Story
There is a heavy downpour of rain falling over a huge city landscape with occasional claps of thunder. In a building owned by a software company, a young man named Kjiro is sitting at his computer screen with a look of tiredness, boredom and sadness on his face typing on his keyboard. He reaches for the mouse beside the keyboard once he finishes typing “OK, here goes.” Kjiro says to himself before hitting the left click button on his mouse causing a program on his computer to run a series of code. After a few seconds, the program stops and the word error appears in all capitals in a text box. Kjiro moans in response and rests his head on the surface of his computer desk “Why can’t I get this?” he says to himself in a sad tone.
By Jamal Williams9 years ago in Futurism
Alter
The sound of the electric razor shearing off his hair started filling Roland’s head, but it was better than the recurring sounds of police sirens and shouting that he’d heard when escaping prison. That sound was worse because that was Ro’s fault that they were after him. Ro, who beat his now ex-wife almost half to death. Now he was being forced to shave his head so that it’d be harder for police to recognize him. Who cares? His wife was a neglectful woman; the only reason Ro almost killed her was because she’d started smacking him for getting fired from work for sleeping on the job…again. That was enough to bring Ro out and start wailing on her.
By Pandora Banister9 years ago in Futurism
A Brief History of Death
The cult of death is as ancient as civilisations themselves. Bataille relates the awareness of its own death with the surface of the Homo sapiens, as if, at the moment humanity recognised death, it distinguished itself and could evolve.
By Fernando Pfaltzgraff9 years ago in Futurism
The Way Forward
"Is too much humanity bad for people, or is too much people bad for humanity?" -Walt Kelly They brought Carl into a dark room, with a single point of light, whose origin was impossible to distinguish. A desk and chair were the only things that he could see. They hadn’t said much to anyone from the group, except to point out facilities they would need. Two of the little ones had been hurried away for medical treatment due to exposure.
By Mickey Finn9 years ago in Futurism
The Voice of the Universe
“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle. The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom the emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand wrapped in awe, is as good as dead —his eyes are closed. The insight into the mystery of life, coupled though it be with fear, has also given rise to religion. To know what is impenetrable to us really exists, manifesting itself as the highest wisdom and the most radiant beauty, which our dull faculties can comprehend only in their most primitive forms — this knowledge, this feeling is at the centre of true religiousness.” - Albert Einstein.
By Alva v.Harzi9 years ago in Futurism
The Horse with a Jellyfish Belly
Junior Magicolo felt a little embarrassed to walk down the halls of his high school with his best and only friend, his Living Nightmare named Moths and Bats, fully aware most other kids (probably all other kids) lacked the delights of a flesh and blood nightmare as their best friend. Moths and Bats was made of two interlocking tornadoes of literal moths and literal bats, the moths part of his body billowing downward like a billowy hoopskirt, the bats part of his body billowing upward like a hoopskirt-wearing lady standing on her head, both funnels spinning and churning, eternally eating each other (or eating himself more accurately (the bats part of his body eating the moths part of his body, the moths part of his body constantly breeding to replace the parts of himself he’d eaten))(This awesomeness was detrimentally distracting in class, and Junior Magicolo had to constantly apologize to his teachers (“Sorry for my distractibility, but my Nightmare is too awesome.”))
By F. Simon Grant9 years ago in Futurism
The Matrix: Sci-Phi...?
What if I told you that no one can be told what the Matrix is, they can only be shown? What if I said that the laws of physics protected this exact knowledge from ever being realized from inside of the Matrix? What if I wrote this whole article with “What if” statements? Nah, that’d be bloody insufferable. However, I wanted to illustrate that certain fundamental things about the universe may very well prevent our ever being able to see what the purpose of everything really is. An excellent philosophical analogy, believe it or else, is “The Matrix” series by the Wachowski siblings. It involves a much grander scale, and obviously, that movie was a work of fiction: art. However, the purpose of art is to convey ideas through a medium, and in this case, the medium is story telling.
By Mickey Finn9 years ago in Futurism
How Is Highly Superior Autobiographical Memory Identified?
Highly Superior Autobiographical Memory (abbreviation HSAM) is an extremely rare kind of memory that enables a person to easily retrieve details of every day of their life (or since they were young children). In my case they’re from every day since I was little over a week old.
By Rebecca Sharrock9 years ago in Futurism
Yan And The Wanderer
They called me Yan. A name given as nothing more than a form of distinction from the rest of us young ones. Such markers of identity were beaten out of a person from birth. It latched onto me like a thorn, refusing to be expunged. It may not even have been my first name, if one was ever given, the significance of such things lost in the shadows. Yan is who I was and Yan is what it would remain. I was taller than most of the others around my age, but not by much. Could you single me out for that one trait? Possibly. Would you attempt to? It wouldn’t be wise to. I received empty looks whenever anyone inclined their head up. Singularity had become a redundancy over time and we were left with the remnants of a world that had forgotten what progress was.
By Nicholas Anthony9 years ago in Futurism
