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 Donor
My hand shakes signing the agreement, and my signature looks so bad I ask the nurse if I should do it over. She smiles and says it’s fine, then escorts me through the lobby, where nervous folks sit under the high glass ceiling waiting for their consultations. I had mine a month ago.
By Caleb Thomas5 years ago in Futurism
Monsoon
The last monsoon had been in 2019, the year that Camila died. That same week, Notre Dame burned. It was as if God had taken two great women, Camila, and the cathedral herself, and felled them, one with water, one with fire, all in one week. 2019 was followed by 2020, the year of the global pandemic. Leticia believed 2020 was the fault of stupid Hollywood scriptwriters. She envisioned a party full of scriptwriters, where they each conceived of all the potential post-apocalyptic movie scripts they could write and put all the plots in a jar. Instead of choosing one disaster, they chose them all. Unfortunately, those same scriptwriters were also unaware of her abuela's teachings that imagining evil could bring it into reality.
By Ana Maria Larson5 years ago in Futurism
The Time of Bees
Astra felt the heart-shaped locket pressed between her palm and chest, quickening her pace as she walked from her office to meet with the Chief Corporate Mayoral Officer of her district. Her monthly rent was due for her cramped subterranean apartment, but her wages were short again. If the rent wasn’t paid, she knew she’d risk homelessness wandering the parched aboveground land.
By Natalie Paul5 years ago in Futurism
Project: Chimaera
I awoke to the familiar musty smell of our tiny apartment and the constant dripping of water from the ceiling. The day started as any other, my internal clock wired to wake me before anyone else in the district, including the sun. I stared at the stained ceiling, taking in a deep breath and bracing myself. The thought of another laborious day at the plant made my body groan in response, feeling tension stiffen my shoulders.
By Rebekah Smith5 years ago in Futurism
The Strand
“They’ll likely unwind me next.” His voice carried no fear or resignation. He spoke as if he were ordering at a pub, and had nicknames like a frequent customer, too. Ol’ Corin and Deathless Corin were the most prominent. A slumbering baby lay in his arms. Not very old, judging from her rosy skin. Corin allowed himself to kiss her forehead. Pure, peaceful, and perfect. Things he wasn’t. Not anymore.
By Jessica N. W.5 years ago in Futurism
Sea of Azure
Love! War. Privilege! Oppression. Twin sides of the same fated coin. Much went through the mind of the young Rhea. The amber beauty with a massive head of curls had nothing but time to think within her holding cell. She just thought of all that had been told to her. You see, Rhea was part of some upper echelon. Spire-Lord was their title. The crime that had her unfairly locked up? Falling in love with a man named Jericho.
By Zavier Antela5 years ago in Futurism
Child of Destiny
Once a year, a Celestial comes to our village. Once a year, a boy or girl under the age of eighteen is selected. A yearly sacrifice in exchange for our freedom, whatever that means these days. Last year, they chose my cousin. The year before, they chose my best friend.
By Christina Welbourne 5 years ago in Futurism
