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 Train of Thought
Kalki had a lingering feeling of a headache. Surely, the train should slow down at any point now? It has been rumbling for so long. She was feeling tired. But she kept sensing a weight of intense intention to be there. Argh. She looked out the window from where she stood. The scenery was beautiful. A few mountains and water downstream. Strange. It felt like…she had seen it before..Before she could match what she thought to words she saw a shadow and quickly saw the window. Wait, is that? Gasp. She rushed to the window. THUD. She hit her head on the railing. “Arghh.” She winced. A board..a signboard. She just slid and missed the words. Shit. For a second there, that looked like..
By Prart R4 years ago in Futurism
A Historian's Preface
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. We can, however. Oh, not the normally expected vocal scream of sound waves, as you may be thinking. Rather, our race is psychically attuned to the mental scream that accompanies it, the anguish and despair of the dying, or the horror and fear of those enduring brutalization. Strong emotions carry farther more easily, and the moment of acknowledging death is strongest of all.
By Jason Knightman4 years ago in Futurism
The Final Frontier Is Not For Humans
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Maybe not. I also don’t think anyone can hear a scream of a person living a life of quiet desperation. Mine was getting more and more desperate every day, but I had a pleasant smile.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore4 years ago in Futurism
Thala's Dilemma
“Never start a book with a character’s name,” advised Thala, almost in a whisper as he set down his evening reading, to the men who entered his home that cloudy night. Three were they numbered, and all with serious headwear of stern business obscuring their faces. “A book should be so much more than a single character,” he continued, “it ought to mainly concern ideas and happenings, thoughts and dreams… and we as the reader should feel welcome to such a place, as though we are at the very fore from the start. To begin the first page with a character’s name— ha! It’s alienating. For the chances that the name we adhere to reflects that on the page is rather slim.”
By liell4 years ago in Futurism
The Phoenix Colony
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The thing is, you can -- just not in the most literal sense. When it's the collective screams of eight billion people, you can hear it in your soul. Chloe knew this from first-hand experience, along with everyone else aboard The Phoenix colony ship. It was once among the last three transport vessels that departed the dying planet, and everyone aboard those transports witnessed its final moments of existence. Chloe considered it an unlucky thing, to have witnessed Earth's demise so intimately. The other ninety-seven transport ships had embarked on their journey several months before The Phoenix, The Brasília and The Ottawa. The inhabitants of the earlier departures were very likely far enough away to have seen only a brief flash of light, but the others had front row seats to the extinction event. The magnificently horrifying scenario also cut short the journeys of both The Brasília and The Ottawa, leaving just one lone ship to navigate amid the path of unpredictable debris that spread out from the shockwaves birthed by catastrophic blasts.
By Chelsea Hoffman4 years ago in Futurism
The Death of Earth
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. How did I get to this part of space heading towards a new planet of a galaxy, I've never heard of? Why was I chosen to try out this planet? I think I'm more of a sacrifice than a privilege to be one of the first to go. They called it “taking one for the team” . I have a general distaste for other humans. I have no illusions that any of them cared for me, but I was strong and seemed to be resistant to most viruses and healthy. They thought I had a greater chance at survival. I'll tell you how it all began.
By Katie Lewis4 years ago in Futurism
Problem Train
I sit up gasping, disoriented. A figure next to me calls out “C’mon! Get up!” and hauls me to my feet. Something about this feels familiar, but I don’t know how or why. I look out of the window next to me and realize that I’m in a bloody train car. A gun is thrust into my hands and I look up at the figure and freeze. I study his dark, tousled hair and his square jaw. He moves to brace himself against the side of the door with his own gun pointed down the corridor to the left. His shirt is rolled up to his elbows and his forearms flex as he switches directions. I suck in a breath and stagger forward a step, realizing that I am in the stupidest, tightest red dress and stiletto heels.
By Carla J Perkins4 years ago in Futurism
Metaverse, making science fiction a reality
What is the meta-universe? The meta universe may have been familiar to digital geeks for a long time, but it's only recently that it has really hit the public eye. The simplest definition of the term metaverse is a unified and persistent virtual environment accessible through extended reality (XR) technology, which you can think of as a scene or stage of an ongoing digital transformation. People now like to believe that virtual worlds, combined with connected devices, blockchains and other innovative technologies, will become so widespread that the metadverse will become an extension of reality itself.
By How Greer4 years ago in Futurism
Tiangong Spring Festival Gala "special visitors
February 1, 2049, yuan more resumed, century-old renovation. Hundreds of millions of Chinese are immersed in the festival and peace to welcome their own New Year, thousands of miles away in the space of a shining Chinese star like a meteor across the sky over Beijing, CCTV Spring Festival Gala live footage of the China Space station and Tiananmen Square framed a romantic moment.
By Eric George4 years ago in Futurism
Enhanced
Enhanced In life, knowing where you are is easy but knowing who you are is harder. At least in her experience. This time she had it backwards. She knew her name, Aura, and that was it. A kind of numbness filled her, blunting the edges of her perceptions, but she also felt a sense of urgency. She needed to figure this out. She looked around and frowned, blinking in surprise. She was standing by a sprawling fog covered lake. Not completely covered. Uneven, like a layer of icing spread over too much cake. Thick in places, but thinner in others, so the surface of the water peeked out every so often to reflect the moonlight. Her eye twitched, and she reached a hand up to touch it, frowning. That was odd. There were no lakes anywhere near where she lived. There used to be a couple of manmade ones in her province, back when it had been a state, but there were none there now.
By K.T. Seto4 years ago in Futurism
Science fiction is closely linked to the development of science and technology
The first industrial Revolution gave birth to science fiction, and with the gradual establishment of the post-industrial system, science fiction has undergone different changes and emerged various branches.
By Zheng to4 years ago in Futurism
Through the Golden Door
The sense of motion and regular clattering from below let Liam know he was on a train before he even opened his eyes. He had no memory of boarding for a trip and no idea of where, if anywhere, he was supposed to be, or where he might be going. Laying there, comforted by the rhythm of the conveyance, Liam wondered if he was dreaming within a dream. The distant sound of the locomotive’s steam-whistle far ahead broke his reverie.
By J. Otis Haas4 years ago in Futurism