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”.

Life As We Know It
There wasn't much before that night, but now there is nothing. No sound. No light No sign of life. Part 1: It was 9 pm on a Thursday. Late August and everyone was getting ready for the new school year. Little girls held onto their mother's hands as they were tucked into bed, and little boys fought their sleepy eyes with video games.
By Shilynn Marshall5 years ago in Futurism
Awaken Now— Celena’s Message
A hologram from the future offers a sobering warning to humanity, caught in the momentum of creating dystopia without lucid awareness.
By Aurelia Rose5 years ago in Futurism
The Outside
Going outside was nothing to fear. That’s what I told myself every time I had to leave the Citadel’s walls on work detail.
By R. A. Rock5 years ago in Futurism
Cerote
C is for Cerote! It's good enough for me! Don't turn your back, don't try to run, or you'll feel their teeth... uh... what rhymes with me? Mmm, free? Feel their teeth for free? What the fuck. Are we recording?
By Kerry Williams5 years ago in Futurism
Robot Refuge
Author's note: Robot Refuge features characters that were introduced in Robot Amnesia and Robot Remembrance. You are invited to acquaint yourself with them by reading their back stories here on Vocal:
By Ben Waggoner5 years ago in Futurism
Purple Jackets
Okay, so I'm picking a topic that, hopefully we can all get on board with. Yes? Hello? Oh, I see. Everyone's pissed now. Good. Maybe you'll be quiet and we can actually discuss, and when I say discuss, I mean, ME... talking... Nobody else! Alright. Fuck... Is this thing... are you recording?
By Kerry Williams5 years ago in Futurism
To Chase Yesterday's Sunsets
The man sat by the cliff, staring into the rows of houses that laid beyond him. Despite his best attempts to gather his emotions and funnel them into coherent thoughts, he couldn't manage to find accurate ways to perceive his target. Still, even in his lurid and strange condition that set him far beyond the bounds of anything he'd ever felt, he was not panicked by his plight. He was unable to shed any tears, nor could he smile or laugh. The very chance that one of the structures he was examining housed the criminals he had sought his entire life had always seemed to justify an attack against the entire community. Such logic had always been his code, his religion even. But as he watched the unaware inhabitants of the structures wander about their community, he felt a certain hesitation that he couldn't shake.
By Brock5 years ago in Futurism
Heart of Hope
“I'll start with a picture: the torrential rain had flattened out the chop and stilled the wind as the watch scanned the sea for the first signs of our returning expedition. We had communicated that we expected to arrive before dusk, but the light was fading as the hidden sun sunk below the unseen Western horizon. At last they saw the ghostly outline of the Western Lady gradually take form, sliding through the downpour towards them.
By Christopher Lloyd5 years ago in Futurism
Invading North Korea
Chim chim chim chim chim... The machines filling the room hummed. The twelve military personnel present were busy on them. The eight senior government officials also present sat in their chairs some seemingly eager to know why they had been summoned so abruptly. What is it that had required their security clearance upgraded in such a rush? Even though they seemed confused, they did not speak. Other than the chipping sounds and hums from the computers, dead silence filled the room.
By Gal Mux5 years ago in Futurism
Bullbear
Okay. Okay, got it. We recording? Okay, never mind. Okay. Hey all you Wasties! Ready for another informational packaged whatchamajig? Well, here it is. Take it from me, I know. Why? How? The previous is not as important as the most recent! Gotcha confused yet? WHAM! That's how it happens! DEATH. Just sneaks up on you. So listen up! I mean... read? Can they listen to this?
By Kerry Williams5 years ago in Futurism
Bullet Crab
A note for all you Wasties out there, just trying to survive. Take this shit seriously. Real seriously. Your life depends on it. Nuff said. Here ya go.
By Kerry Williams5 years ago in Futurism
A Plague of Pigs
Her assigned name was Tesira 987, and she had left the Southeastern Quadrant over two weeks ago because there was nothing left to stay for. According to her TelalChip, she was a 14-year-old multiracial bio-engineered female. What she really was she wasn’t sure, but she knew she was different. For one thing, she was alive.
By Margaret Schramke5 years ago in Futurism