humanity
The evolution of humanity, from one advancement to the next.
The Lantern Grove. Top Story - January 2025.
A sense of calm and quiet overwhelmed the Lantern Grove. The fading lights—once vibrant enough to paint the night sky in hues of emerald and violet—were dim now, flickering like dying stars. Sora knelt beside the oldest Lantern Plant, running her fingers over its leaves. The surface warmed her hands as it pulsed softly under her touch. It hummed, low and mournful, like a song with no words.
By Steph Marieabout a year ago in Futurism
Clara/Cyrus. Content Warning.
It had only been twenty-five years since America had passed the Healthy and Perfect Child Act, or HAPCA. To millions of Americans, it felt as if over half a century had passed since those simpler days. Granted, disabled rights were hardly the norm prior to 2025, but it wasn't a crime to be disabled in any way. That all changed with the signing of HAPCA in the summer of that year, leading to families being ripped apart long before Christmas. Disabled adults were immediately "put of their misery" while disabled children were sent to institutions to be "corrected". Despite showing no mercy to disabled adults, the government felt the need to give children the chance to be "healthy and perfect". Even if you were a healthy blind child, you were ordered to be corrected until you were "perfect". Not a single child with a physical disability had the chance to survive in those prisons.
By Cat the Autistabout a year ago in Futurism
Inside the Chrysalis. AI-Generated.
The year is 2050. Neo-Kyoto, a shimmering metropolis woven from bioluminescent bamboo and recycled tech, hums with a vibrant energy. Hovercars glide silently through the emerald canopy, their passengers lost in the glow of their neural interfaces. Kai, a young architect with eyes that held the color of a stormy sea, stared out his window, the city lights a kaleidoscope of colors against the velvet night sky. He was working on the Chrysalis project, a radical urban renewal initiative that aimed to transform abandoned industrial zones into self-sustaining ecosystems.
By Raymond Bentumabout a year ago in Futurism
Where Tomorrow Breathes. AI-Generated.
By the year 2050, the world had learned to breathe anew. Not through lungs, but through innovation—a delicate symbiosis of technology and nature. Floating cities dotted the skies above once-submerged coastlines, and deserts bloomed with engineered flora that turned sand into soil. Yet, in the vibrant metropolis of Aeropolis, where skyscrapers shimmered like prisms against the clouds, humanity grappled with a question that technology could not answer: What does it mean to be truly connected?
By Raymond Bentumabout a year ago in Futurism
Drafted
Sharply at 6:00 PM U.S. National Standard Time, every cell phone operating on an authorized network in the country buzzed in alarm with an emergency broadcast. People were instructed to power on the nearest radio or television in order to receive an important message from the Grand General. My grandmother sighed as her game show cut to a solid blue background with our National Coat of Arms. A shield with an eagle clutching arrows, flanked with swords, and ringed with stars was scrolling across the screen. My entire family gathered in the living room to get a clear view of the television. Trumpets played the National Anthem, the only holdover from the nation of old.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)about a year ago in Futurism
**Welcome to The 21st Century**
Dear Readers, The 21st century has introduced remarkable technological advancements, reshaped societal norms, and redefined the way we live. However, beneath the surface of these changes lies a deep contradiction one that has altered values, relationships, and perceptions of self-worth in ways that many find troubling.
By Jacob Mascarenhasabout a year ago in Futurism
Quarter Century. Top Story - January 2025.
Twenty-five years… It just seems to be a small blip in time once you’ve reached my age. Young people always think that as soon as they hit a certain number that the party’s over. Well, that ain’t true. Not at all. Not a chance.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Futurism
The Fall of the Digital Gavel
2050, Monday November 28th, LC Station 17 Programmer 17 eased back from her work-station and stretched, then rubbed her eyes. The role of Legislative Computist was highly respected and highly paid, but it came with intense demands to operate at the very highest levels in both law and computing. She stretched again, called the amin assistant to get her another coffee, then bent back to her work.
By Michael Darvallabout a year ago in Futurism
The Gift of Tomorrow
“Where’s Steven?!” I say to myself. I got home from school 10 minutes ago and can’t wait for him to come and play. I kick my legs under the table wondering why it’s taking him so long to get here. I’ve been looking forward to this all day, mostly because class was pretty boring. We were learning about boys and girls and how their bodies do different things like pee and make babies. I’m not sure why all this is so important, but Ms. Sally seems to care, and I like Ms. Sally, so I paid attention and learned some cool things. She talked about the past a lot. She looked a bit sad, I hope it wasn't because of me or the other kids in the class—we tried our best to pay attention.
By Dr. Alexandra Simondabout a year ago in Futurism
