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”.
The Second Space Race
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. In fact, they’re banking on it. It was around the turn of the millennium that the second space race started. The ultra-wealthy – the moguls, the royals, the oligarchs – mainly men, competing against each other about whose rocket ship is bigger – and stronger, and faster, and better, and carbon-neutral, of course. They had already conquered the seas with their superyachts, the skies with their private jets, and society with their economic and political clout and corruption. Space was next.
By Frances L. Broadway3 years ago in Futurism
Cerebos: The New World
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I was among the first people to see her body. Barely warm, the color drained from her cheeks and lips made her the ghost of who my sister was. Her black hair stuck to her forehead; her brown eyes glossed over as I foolishly waited for her to cry to me. But she wouldn’t. She couldn’t.
By Katie FitzSimmons3 years ago in Futurism
CIRCLING CHAOS
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Althea had been told not to go off the ship, she had been warned. The consequences would be dire but she couldn’t stay away; the stairs called to her, beckoning her to have a look, that’s all—just one simple look.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Futurism
Mirrored
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. A voice-less world, shared by nothing but solitude. A place of contemplation, a place to reflect. What better agony than the doubt of my place. All alone, voice unheard, nobody watching, existence uncertain. Tell me, am I alive because you can hear me scream?
By Alice V. Godbout3 years ago in Futurism
Star Seeds
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That didn’t stop me from trying. I screamed like a piglet being taken from the teet. I screamed like a cyber metal singer at the height of their epic song. I screamed like a 12 year old at the beginning drop of a skycoaster. I screamed as I realized the seriousness of my situation.
By John Porter3 years ago in Futurism



