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”.
We Are All Dead
We Are All Dead A post-war diary entry about a heart-shaped locket. Dear My Beloved Susan, I hope this finds you at home. It’s the year 2370. I sadly won’t be able to come home, my dear. They bombed our one way of getting back and the government is taking our food and bombing us some more. We have no chance of survival. I have the heart-shaped locket that you made me before I left and I will hold it in my hands until death sets me apart. Please tell Timothy that mommy won’t be coming home from war. My comrades are dying like ants when a small child steps on them.
By Burnt Baguettes5 years ago in Futurism
The Gun That Didn't Fire
The self-firing gun had a faulty trigger - so the experts assumed, for it could be nothing else. Acru-12 was infallible in the art of combat, thus his failure to execute a mission that was well within his operational parameters must have been a simple mechanical fault. It was a jam in his feeding mechanism, a badly calibrated reticle, a glitchy sensor, an overstressed servo. When a thorough check of his various components came back clean, they merely upgraded their assumption.
By Andrew Johnston5 years ago in Futurism
TJ Padida’s Superpowers
What special power(s) can pass any test, at least anywhere on Earth, and be named accordingly? Gaining information about an event at a remote place by unknown means? Perceiving information about a future event before it occurs? Transferring information between individuals without the use of any of the five senses? Influencing matter, time, space, or energy by unknown means? No one has been able to prove any claims of special or super powers including any so-called events that relate to clairvoyance, precognition, telepathy, or psychokinesis. It remains to be seen whether it is too bad or too good.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Futurism
Second Chance, Stolen to Order
Six solid years of ferrying mysterious packages for shady people, and that was the first and only time any of them insisted on shackling the parcel to my wrist. My contact was a jerk about it, too, and not just by accident like with some of these guys. He made a point to fasten the handcuff way too tight around my wrist and I could feel the muscles throbbing gently in time with my pulse the whole time. Of course I complained, but the bastard wouldn't adjust it as much as a smidge. Stickler for the contract, that one, and the contract said that the cuffs didn't come off under any circumstances until after delivery. “We pay you well enough to put up with a little discomfort,” he said, and I couldn't argue the point – the customer is always right and all that nonsense, even (maybe especially) when the customer is an asshole. And usually, it’s the assholes who pay the best, at least when they’re self-aware.
By Andrew Johnston5 years ago in Futurism
Whimper, Not Bang
The most surprising thing to everyone turned out to be how mundane the end of the world was. You would think that an alien invasion from outer space, complete with reptilian Masters of the Universe equipped with laser emitting talons would have been more fraught, and frankly, more dramatic.
By Valerie Kittell5 years ago in Futurism
The Ego Collector
The morning greeted me as it always does, in a strange room surrounded by strange things and a strange face staring back at me in the mirror. I know that I am now Heather, and by the end of the day I will know much more about Heather, and tomorrow it will no longer matter. I learned a great deal about Tyler, whom I was yesterday, and plenty about Cassandra, the self I was before that. But what I know about them doesn't matter at all to Heather, the me of today, and it will matter less to the me of tomorrow - whomever that will be.
By Andrew Johnston5 years ago in Futurism
Fallen
I remembered meeting him. I'd been driving home late at night when my car broke down very suddenly. In the middle of nowhere with no street lights to give me some clarity of what was around me, I felt damned. I turned the ignition off and on a few times but there was no spark from the engine. Now what?
By Denise Larkin5 years ago in Futurism




