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”.

What if we travel at the speed of light?
Imagine strapping yourself into a spaceship, its engines thrumming with power, and leaving Earth behind. You accelerate, faster and faster, slicing through the void of space. What would the universe look like if you approached the speed of light? How would reality warp before your eyes?
By Sakuni Bandaraabout a month ago in Futurism
Star Trek: "The Tholian Web"
The Tholian Web is one of those classic episodes of TOS that transcend television. The ghostly image of a Kirk (William Shatner) caught between dimensions, waiting breathlessly (at the end literally so) for the transporter to beam him back to the ship, while the Tholian ship weaves a “Web” around the Enterprise, stranded in space as it is due to the fear of “disrupting” the dimensional shift, is one that sticks with the viewer like a good, heady shot of Saurian brandy. Oh, with such bold and breathtaking adventure awaiting, what’s an old spacer to do?
By Tom Bakerabout a month ago in Futurism
The Last Laugh
“You’re not going to make me laugh.” “Please, it’s my job.I have a quota.” “Liar,” the large gruff man said as he walked away.
By Matthew Donnellonabout a month ago in Futurism
Stereo and Crimes of the Future
"Jomkin suggests that there must evolve a novel sexuality for a new species of man." — Crimes of the Future Before he became the cinematic master of body horror, David Cronenberg was an experimental student filmmaker who turned out works very much in line with the same sort of fixations explored almost exclusively by J.G. Ballard, whose Crash he later adapted into a film, in 1997. His early films, his first two, Stereo (1969) and Crimes of the Future (1970), explore film technique in documenting the huge, yawning architectural environment of an unspecified hospital or research facility, relegating the performers of the film to almost being secondary actors in a drama defined by geometrical shape—relegating them to the roles of insectile life, pursuing strange, even inscrutable actions, ostensibly being filmed by the watchful, clinical, and coldly detached robotic eye of the viewer, who becomes the de facto research assistant to the director, who seems to have made this film by asking his performers to improvise within the framework of derangement. What was he exploring? one wonders. The environment itself dwarfs the humanity of the filmic subjects, overpowering them in its specter of geometrical dominance and dimension.
By Tom Bakerabout a month ago in Futurism
"No pity! No remorse! No fear!”
Trillions of micro-organisms, falling like dust motes, settled over the once bustling Hive City like a slow rolling fog, blurring anything beyond a few skyscrapers into a haze of bleak gray. The scent of mold and dead things, the echoes of what my rebreather missed, filled my nostrils. I tried to get a signal to the marines. Nothing. My arm shook as I tried to broadcast any message, but it was no use. Damn it. The spores must block coms. The scouting party had been split for roughly twelve minutes now. The atmospheric interference was too intense for any chance of rescue, but if I could reach higher ground...
By Chad McBroskiabout a month ago in Futurism
Revenge Of The Words
I used to be a pilot. I flew missions in World War Two, dammit. Later, I flew for a major airline. Then I served in the police department in Los Angeles. That got me into my lifelong love for writing. Scripts, mostly. I was not too shabby. You might have seen some of my work. But that was so long ago. So very long ago. Now? Let's just say I'm not the man I used to be. Things have changed so much since those heady days of early television. Back then the best writing in my estimation had something important to say. We wrote morality plays disguised as space opera. It mattered then. Our takes on our world slipped past the network execs because we set it in the far future. My greatest achievement was almost derailed by the executives because they thought my script was too smart for the twelve year old mind. So, I rewrote it and kept the original pilot within. It got on the air, and the moral still stood. Things have changed so much. Even my own profession has seen such transformations that I hardly recognize what people are writing now.
By Joseph "Mark" Coughlin2 months ago in Futurism
Robots That Can Smell: The New AI Technology Changing Security Forever
For decades, robots relied on sight, sound, and programmed instructions to navigate the world. They could see better than humans, hear more accurately, and process information at lightning speed. But one essential human sense always remained out of reach—the sense of smell. Today, that barrier is breaking. Scientists and AI engineers have created a new generation of robots equipped with artificial olfaction, the ability to detect, analyze, and interpret scents in real time. And this breakthrough is not just a scientific novelty—it is transforming global security in ways we couldn’t have imagined a decade ago.
By Mustafa2 months ago in Futurism
Power On!
"The world is in transition! When I am finished, it will be a model of mechanical perfection!" —Lord Dread Note: The fanfic is strong with this one.
By Tom Baker2 months ago in Futurism
Global Smart Lock Market Size & Forecast 2025–2033. AI-Generated.
The global smart lock market is entering a transformative decade. According to industry estimates, the market is set to soar from US$ 2.64 billion in 2024 to US$ 11.77 billion by 2033, showcasing a powerful CAGR of 18.05% from 2025 to 2033. This multibillion-dollar rise is fueled by the rapid adoption of smart home systems, growing awareness of digital security, and continuous advancements in IoT and AI technologies. From homes to hotels, offices, and industrial facilities, smart locks are ushering in a new era of secure, keyless access tailored for modern lifestyles.
By Aaina Oberoi2 months ago in Futurism
Echoes of Tomorrow
In the year 2047, the world had grown quieter—not in sound, but in isolation. Though cities continued to buzz with activity, voices were fewer and more distant. Drones flitted through the sky, holographic billboards blinked in colorful rhythms, but somewhere beneath the surface, people had grown more alone. Conversations shortened and interactions became more fleeting. In this world, where technology acted both as a link and a divide, a lonely programmer named Lara made a surprising connection. Lara lived in an apartment in Neo-London, a world of glass and steel.
By Miss Maryam2 months ago in Futurism
The Control Room
My blood shook with a magnetic pull and pulse. The movement felt like a rollercoaster without any safety harness. I was sliding with a large magnetic pull in my spine. My back was sliding on the metal of the underside of a bridge. Suspended, I was being pulled along on an invisible track. I felt like a puppet without any actual strings attached. The city cars, below me, altogether, unaware of my hanging limbs, drooping down. My appendages had the appearance of security cameras in a way.
By Rowan Finley 2 months ago in Futurism
5 Minute Sci-Fi: Update
Ben awoke to the garbled sound of electronic birdsong screeching in his ear. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he groaned, unprepared for the morning. He tapped the databand on his wrist twice to turn off the alarm with practiced ease before dragging himself out from under the covers.
By Valerie Taylor2 months ago in Futurism