science fiction

The bridge between imagination and technological advancement, where the dreamer’s vision predicts change, and foreshadows a futuristic reality. Science fiction has the ability to become “science reality”.

For Whom the Bell Tolls
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But we all knew that that was just a myth. Just a way to keep us away from the airlocks that were littered throughout the ship dozens of levels and the sub levels beyond that. Now we are so few. So few of us remain in these long, endless hallways that seem to stretch on forever. It is almost as if the others never existed at all. They are gone into that long abyss of blues and purples and reds and greens. A thousand nebulas await those who pass beyond this world. Every color that you could ever imagine thrown into a beautiful medley of creation and looming destruction. I have seen them.
By A.M Cooper3 years ago in Futurism
Adventure Planet, Chapter Two
Follow this link to read the first chapter of Adventure Planet, "Hallucinations". My brother and sister-in-law relieve me of my babysitting duties for the final day, but not without docking my pay for those last hours. Fine. Fair enough. I’d consider it fairer if they had shown any concern for my well-being, but it seems that more money means less concern for others. Or maybe my migraine/mental breakdown combo just pales in comparison to their own stress relief. Either way, I’m back in the room in time for them to have to take the kids to lunch.
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 years ago in Futurism
The Inhabitants
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. It wasn't true for The Inhabitants, of course, it was just the simple fact that screams had never been a necessary emotion or reaction- nor an instinctual behaviour. Until The TimeKeepers had arrived, that is, and with them, their screams, fear, violence and lust for upheaval.
By L.M.A3 years ago in Futurism
Adventure Planet, Chapter One
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. “They” have never been to Adventure Planet, Earth’s first—and only—amusement park among the stars. It’s not a planet, of course. It’s a space station filled with all sorts of roller coasters, dark rides, simulated space adventures, and other entertainment. There’s even a theater playing the latest holo-films, so long as they’re space-themed. No different from an Earth-bound amusement park, really, but the novelty of it being in space has been more than enough to attract anyone with the money since 2073. People like my brother and his wife.
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 years ago in Futurism
A.I.den
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Said. Everything is in the past tense for me now. Even if I’m not dead, I’m not alive enough to confirm or deny the above statement. Besides, “body” in “nobody” can't hear anything on its own since specific bio-neurological mechanisms are involved in functions of hearing, understanding, and interpreting the external information. Without this complex mesh of inter-related tools and systems, the body alone is useless.
By Olga Gabris3 years ago in Futurism
Circadian Rhythms in the Cold
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I had screamed for a little bit, but then that had stopped. My frantic breathing slipped into quiet sips of oxygen. I was cold, so cold. Still scattered around me, I saw the wreckage of Gaia, the ship that had been my home since I was an embryo in its lab. I had never known anything else. Three thousand of my siblings bore the same face as mine, the same eyes, same reserved smile and all had shared Gaia with me. Gaia was an oasis in the emptiness of the universe, a ship that had raised us, sheltered us and fed us. Gaia was our garden. Gaia was home.
By Keenan Marchand 3 years ago in Futurism
Professor Murphy Hears the Universe
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. It was Professor Murphy who was everyone’s favorite proff. He was an eccentric astrophysicist with the laser sharp wit of Robin Williams and actually in his younger years he might’ve been his doppelgänger. He intrigued us Astro nut wannabes to no end but there was always a twinge of melancholy that seemed to sadden him and caused him to stare in a comatose way out the window. We all knew what it was that caused this as his only daughter Astrid had been kidnapped and murdered three years ago and there were rumors that he could hear her calling his name from just outside the windows or the doors. Where the voice came from no one knew but he did tell us honestly that on one frigid South Dakota night, in a snowstorm, he heard her plaintive voice calling from seemingly a half a mile away and walked for miles until death was very close. His meanderings became legendary and dangerous.
By Kathleen McCusker3 years ago in Futurism
The Eyes of Eternity
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Not that I’ve ever had the joy of trying, for I’ve never— not for the last million years— heard a scream within atmospheric bounds either. For my fellow lifelings and I stopped screaming years ago, for screams are a sign of fear, and fear was eradicated back in far distant millennia. Fear was the first of all feelings, established in our primeval minds upon some primordial stone, and therefore first to go. But tears remained, and flourished. So yes, I have heard men cry, in that void of infinite expanse, swept with agony and despondence at the loneliness of such an empty spread of time.
By liell3 years ago in Futurism
The Well-Traveled Child
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But screams take many forms and eight-year-old Ginny Fitch is only just beginning to learn some of them.
By Hank Isaac3 years ago in Futurism
The Curse of Immortality
How did I get here? Somewhere in a seemingly infinite dark void of what use to be space. I asked for this; I wanted this. Or at least I thought I did. But just like my first time volunteering for combat, I had no idea what I was in for. I thought about it constantly for the decade the process was underway. I thought I understood the risks, I thought I understood the concept of time. Years of injections to prepare my body for the procedure. All the warnings of different scenarios, like being trapped at the bottom of the ocean for eternity. Well, that is ridiculous because no ocean is eternal. But I should have headed the warning a little more cautiously.
By Jeffrey Myles3 years ago in Futurism
The final frontier is here
William Shatner, Star Trek’s beloved Captain Kirk, boarded a Blue Origin space vehicle at 90 years old. The space flight conducted by Blue Origin on October 13, 2021 https://www.blueorigin.com/ consisted of Shatner and three other crew.
By Jim DeLillo3 years ago in Futurism
Inhuman
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That is why they had built the Human Abattoir Space Station, HASS. The five kilometre wide rotating disc of titanium, Kevlar and high grade steel, orbiting the earth. At the focus of the disc was the singularity, which was encased in the gravitational suppressor, a five hundred metre deep layer of Osmium. The Osmium reduced the strength of the singularity’s gravitational pull to close to that of Earth’s. The Osmium allowed the residents to ambulate the perimeter of the disc and maintain their muscularity, rather that atrophying in zero gravity. The residents speculated on the origin of the singularity, its purpose, and what would happen if you ever approached it. Many fantasised that it connected their universe to one that housed the so called ‘New Moon’ - a planet habitable to humans, teaming with plant-life unscoured by the evil of man. James was under no illusion that the singularity would atomise you before you got the chance to even perceive it. Despite the complex engineering of the osmium layer, the remainder of the living quarters, or cells, were rudimentary at best. The cells were a tessalation of hexagons, two metres wide, with a single mattress, sink and toilet. The tessalate housed over one-hundred-thousand residents. The female and male cells were separated by a militarised zone. There was a training field one hundred metres wide, where the residents spent the entirety of their free time. The slaughter-room’s location was unknown, but its existence definite. The screams were a constant reminder of that. The men knew the date that they would walk to the slaughter-room - on their eighteenth birthday. For women it would be after their third child.
By SHP3 years ago in Futurism