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”.
Section X
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. If anyone could hear anything I was doing right now, it would be a gift. My eyelids keep drifting shut as the blood running down the side of my face begins to slow. I think I have a concussion. I wasn’t this sleepy until I was wacked from behind. My Del4 Comm which lets me communicate with people who have the same model, wherever they might be, is missing. More likely that whoever bashed my head against the wall took it, which sucks. It’s the only way that I can reach my parents or anyone else on NorthStarDelta, a space station that floats about few million miles from Mars.
By Bryan Chimney3 years ago in Futurism
Black-hooded Space Pirate
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Luckily for us all the extra chatter on board this merchant space cruiser is giving their positions away. Since we lost the communication trackers to that thief, but they are fleeing an enforcer ship. What’s weird is the merchant is not carrying any cargo. Do you think it’s Kane? Man, you look tired, still having those bad dreams?” Alex asks David, waiting anxiously for what their next move should be.
By Rose Rossenbach3 years ago in Futurism
Starseeds
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Yet, out here in the deafening silence, the void, this empty abyss, it’s the screams. Oh, God, it’s the screams. It’s the mind shattering shrieks clawing against my brain, ready to burst, screams. It’s the empty-full feeling in my ears; the invisible force seeming to trap the cacophony of despair in my head. And the Echoes. Oh, Goddess, the Echoes. A reverb of despondent despair riding the shockwaves pulsing throughout my entire Essence. The pain. Oh, Source, the Soul crushing pain. It crescendos through my entirety, a steady, accented staccato with each pulse. Those screams, I hear loud and clear.
By Eric Neugin3 years ago in Futurism
The Great Nothing
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Anyone else may find traveling through such a void horrifying, yet it’s all I can think about. Naturally, I mean the Great Nothing, 700 million light-years away. The observable universe is so large, but no area has fewer galaxies than that dark, desolate place. It’s practically an anomaly. Shrouded in mystery.
By Daniel Luby3 years ago in Futurism
A Universe Within A Universe
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I know better though. 13 years, 2 months, and 21 days ago, I watched helplessly, as my mother got sucked into the endless abyss of a blackhole. The blackhole appeared, and in a nano-second she was gone. The life-shattering, universe vacuum disappeared within a couple seconds, but I could hear my mother's cries for help for almost a minute afterward. It sounded like she was still by my side at first, then slowly fading away into nothing.
By Christina Shisler3 years ago in Futurism
Musculus Misadventures
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I tried to push the stupid thought out of my mind. Now was not the time for all the trivial blasts of information my mind was so used to spewing. A brief image of my mother fluttered through my mind before I forced myself to open my eyes. They closed again involuntarily as the sound came through my com.link. Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space… Or so they say. They were probably ignorant of the fact that we have com.links built into our suits. His scream was truly deafening.
By Eric Evans3 years ago in Futurism
