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The 1950s Science Fiction Podcast S:3 E:3
Podcast Player: Start of Transcript: Hello, and welcome back to the 1950s Science Fiction Podcast. I am back after a long break while I worked on a different project. I was busy recording a segment for the StarPodLog podcast, which is forthcoming on a future show. That spot will make my fourth appearance on their podcast. I have also been by with both my work and personal life.
By Edward German3 years ago in Futurism
Behind the last window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. He was the new professor, joining the school only days before. She stood there now staring at him, studying him. He stood with his back to her, she could see the muscles of his back rippling through his suit jacket. His broad shoulders made the jacket just a slightly bit too tight.
By A Lady with a Pen3 years ago in Futurism
Deadearth
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Millions of stars pierced through the darkness, twinkling in a vast expanse splashed with the deep vermilion hues of the Orion Arm’s distant nebulae. But one light shone brighter than the rest, and as months had turned to years and filled the space of a decade on the Great Atlas’ journey, the light had expanded to reveal the lush superplanet that Cecilia and her fellow Colonists would soon call home: Planet Tiamat.
By Manny Guevarra3 years ago in Futurism
The Omnipresence of Divine Death
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Lying on her back, Eislyn could only see half of the misty glass. Eislyn relies on her brother to leave the shutters to the window open every morning. The view is just enough to remind her of the color of the sky, although she has long forgotten what the clouds look like. The other half of the window is hidden by Kimon’s shutters which he closes delicately every morning before he leaves for work in the tunnels. He never shuts it completely though. In the deep recesses of his mind, he imagines a world where his sister could free herself from the medicine that courses through her veins just as fervently as the synthetic blood that pumps through her heart–the last natural organ in her body. The medicine to her was like sun to the plants. Today, there are no traces left of such greenery. There are no other forms of life on the surface. Eislyn and her brother read stories of a different world, one that could only be experienced in their dreams.
By Margarita Boles3 years ago in Futurism
The Knowledge of Man
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. As Alaina peered through her only window into the outside world, she could scarcely remember what lay beyond those panes. The truth is, she could not really remember anything before the Collapse. All she knew of what the world held was what she could barely see through this two-foot window in Kai’s private study inside the library. Kai was the man who had saved her from almost certain death when the first of the great fissures appeared. Alaina was 17 then, but she remembered it like it was yesterday. Yet, for some reason, she could not remember anything that had come before. Perhaps the experience had been so traumatic, it had overwritten all her previous memories? She couldn’t say.
By Andrew Stevens3 years ago in Futurism
Finally The Humans Destroyed Themselves
I was in class again. It was a small room with myself and only two other people. An ALF (Artificial Life Form) was standing in front of us teaching us about the customs of the Terrainian people–something I didn’t really care about. I guess he could tell. He looked at me through narrowed lids, tapped the side of his head and sent me a telepathic message. It hurt a little. I wasn’t used to it. They were trying to teach me to be a telepath. When I wasn’t that good at it they implanted a chip in my inner ear to help.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore3 years ago in Futurism
Last Hope. Runner-Up in Behind the Last Window Challenge.
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It had been almost three years since she’d been outside and the man who’d claimed her had spent a great deal of time washing away her memories of life beyond the small steel-framed house. After the first year everything before the room and him was becoming a blur. Whenever she would dwell or utter her desire for her former life, he would make her pay with his fists or his foot against her gut. Memories meant pain; Rebecca was tired of being in pain. So, she fought hard to forget everything and everyone. Still, the glimpses from the window as he laid on top of her, kept the hopes and dreams that she’d crafted in her head alive.
By Cynthia Fields3 years ago in Futurism
Red Sky, Early Morning
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The small, round port hole afforded only a limited view, its triple panes protecting the interior of the captain's wardroom. She felt a trepidation at the forthcoming journey that bored into her soul. Her captain had been her lover for a time, and his ardent invitation for her to join him for the trip to the New World meant leaving home for good. Sadness mixed with exhilaration as she tried to watch as they prepared to leave their home port.
By Joseph "Mark" Coughlin3 years ago in Futurism
All the Pretty Stars
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She loved the window best in the nighttime. When the rusted and gray world outside was blanketed by darkness, and she could see all of the orange and yellow stars zooming across the horizon.
By Bronson Fleet3 years ago in Futurism
