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”.
Tergoza War Excerpt: Dunis Excursion
“Tergoza Command Ship Advent, you are clear for landing at Pad B-23 when you arrive. Welcome to Dunis.” Zeema Jetrel stood behind the pilots in the cramped cockpit of her ship, the Advent, as it hit the atmosphere of the planet Dunis in the Toru system. Due to the Advent’s vaguely dragon-shaped outer hull design, it cut through the world’s thick atmosphere with little heat on the vital systems that kept the ship active.
By N.J. Folsom5 years ago in Futurism
The East Field
The last day of summer vacation is hot. The sticky hot that makes your clothes cling close to your body, adhering to your skin with a thin film of sweat that seems to never dry up. You can hop out of a cold shower, and five minutes later, the thin layer of moisture is back. Such is life in the deep south. I know most folks don’t care for the humidity, but I’ve always preferred the damper, moister air.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Futurism
The Beginning
Everything was heavy. Her eyelids, her arms, her legs. She felt as if a vise was wrapped around her, squeezing the life out of her. She pushed down the panic because she knew she was dreaming, she often had nightmares of drowning at sea. All she had to do was wake up and it would be over.
By Katie Warwick5 years ago in Futurism
Silver Coconut
The escape pod bobbed among the waves, like a coconut. Albeit a hairless, gleaming silver coconut. Not that it mattered to Frida, she had never seen one. She had clambered atop the top hatch on the top of the pod. Long ago some logical, slightly sadistic engineers had realised that an escape pod being shot out of an exploding ship may not have had the most optimal launch. Stabilisers and retrorockets may be compromised or charred leaving an orbiting oven. Also, they were quite expensive, considering the number of survivors likely to make it to the pods. Hence, the sphere. More economical than gentle, what are the odds of a marble reaching a habitable surface from the surface? Able to enter an atmosphere at the same angle every time, the atmosphere’s friction applied evenly and minimally thanks to the sphere’s superior area to volume ratio.
By Scott Haller5 years ago in Futurism
Breath if you dare
The problem didn’t lie in the resources we had, or lacked, but the person we left in charge of the resources. Shortly after deciding there was no longer enough time to continue the trials, we started packing up everything we had. For the most part the bags consisted of various materials that would have helped us get to the bottom of the water. Or at least what we were aware of being the bottom. The remains of the food we had brought was no longer existent, but that was never a concern when the island catered to our needs. We decided to take some of the exotic fruit with us in hopes to recreate more back in the states. We left Jenny in charge of that, she was the one in control of making the water drinkable. That was the only thing she contributed in this project, nonetheless, we needed her. As Jenny took her sweet time to pack the fruits we all continued with our tasks. Johnny, Kevin, Leo, and I returned to the water to preserve one last sample.
By Valentine Casey5 years ago in Futurism
An Odyssey of the Heart
Most days you’ll find me debugging lines of code on my computer. The noise of incoming data from an optical spectrometer needs to be filtered to reduce signal attenuation and ensure its quality. Said data is disassembled by Fourier and assembled into a matrix by the algorithm, which proceeds to extract the index of a star’s Hydrogen-alpha line, defined by the trough of a spectral footprint… In other words, the speed of a star can be calculated relative to your reference frame by comparing the intensity of light it emits at different wavelengths. This works because hydrogen is the most common element in the universe; so, it works on stars, planets, comets, and… objects.
By Joan Manuel Madera Baez5 years ago in Futurism
Moa and the Sea
Her ancestors were the first to sail the globe, long before Columbus. They landed in western South America before Leif Ericson landed in eastern North America. Their ship builders invented new techniques and even new tools, to pioneer sea exploration. Their Sailors learned to navigate the globe using only a star map, stored in their mind. Moa’s father taught her, just like his father taught him.
By Steven Davis5 years ago in Futurism
The Turning
The stars shone brightly through the vast window in Captain Seeger's quarters. It reached the floor and offered a perfect view of space, contrasting neatly with the grey walls within. They made time sink in, much like the grey hairs which made themselves known in the recesses of his groomed, black hair, which shone with the radiance of the twinkling stars beyond.
By William Bundy5 years ago in Futurism
The Ship Of Time
The night life in this small shore community was just beginning to unfold when Jim and I decided to take a romantic walk on the beach. We walked a short distance on the boardwalk looking for an entrance to the beach. We passed some wild rides and some kiddie ones as well, like the merry go round and the circling swans. We stopped to place a dollar on a wheel to try to win a pack of cigarettes . We lost. So we walked until we found the stairs descending to the beach. When our bare feet touched the sand, we felt that it was still warm from the day's brilliant sun. We walked slowly as we gazed at the ocean. We focussed our eyes on a ship coming toward shore. It was odd that a ship would come this way. When it got closer I noticed something eerie! There was a strange light emanating from the hull. I looked down to get my cel from my pocket and found that my clothes had changed from denim cut offs and a T shirt, to an old fashioned sun dress ! Was I hallucinating? I looked beseechingly at Jim and realized, he too was now dressed in an outfit that could have been worn in the nineteenth century. Anxiety ridden, we both decided to go back to the boardwalk where the crowd was gathered. We hurried up the stairs to the boardwalk to search for an explanation. What we found amazed and alarmed us both. The "boardwalk" with its electronic games and bustling scantily dressed crowd, was now transformed into a 1920's "promenade". How could this be? Fancy dressed couples paraded past us, some women were holding fans! All were dressed as if at a costume party for antique clothing. Both men and women wore hats. The men wore derby or bowler hats...and the women wore elaborate sun shaders. The beach had ropes going into the water. I guess with the heavy wool bathing suits they wore, it was hard to keep balance without holding onto something. A prominent feature of the promenade was an eclectic variety of performances and entertainers who vied for the people's attention. Many, seemingly greedy men, were hawking their games. The Pier housed a theatre and a large open-air dance floor. Couples were dancing the foxtrot while a gravel voiced singer named Louis Armstrong played the trumpet and sang a song called "When You're Smiling". In addition, there was a live band and a "Barbershop Quartet". We watched as women called "flappers" danced the jitterbug. Most odd was the existence of bathing machines, because beachwear was considered immodest ( I was told by a passerby in answer to my query). We even saw a man playing an instrument, I think it was an little organ, with a monkey working the crowd for money. Can you believe this? Most men had handlebar mustaches and most women wore long dresses. We had seen enough. In a panic and with hearts racing we scurried back to the beach where we saw the ship. When we arrived at the spot, we caught sight of the boat heading away, out to sea. Its light grew dim as the night progressed. We waited there for quite some time waiting for the ship to appear again. Exasperated we sat down on the sand. I realized the sand felt cool so I must be bare foot. When I turned toward Jim, I realized that we were now dressed in our original outfits once again. We felt relief but feared to even mention to each other what had happened. We silently got up and walked to the car. To this day neither of us brings up the strange experience .
By Natalie Marino5 years ago in Futurism
