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”.
It's Really Not So Sweet
It's Really Not So Sweet--Part 4 John W. Gilmore The Real Enemy--Chapter 7 I have never had such horrible dreams in my life. My God! I had been doing this since the Last War. My wife and children had died. I was distraught. I wanted revenge, but I didn't know who was at fault. Was it the enemy who had dropped the bomb? Was it the creators of the bomb shelter? Who was it? I began to look for answers.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore5 years ago in Futurism
It's Really Not So Sweet
It's Really Not So Sweet--Part 3 John W. Gilmore Sitting On A Sofa--Chapter 5 I slept well in the moving vehicle. It was smooth ride over the snow. Everything was quiet...no pounding rain on the roof, which was new. I loved the silence. I was sleeping in the loft bed this time, underneath the skylight, watching the snow fall onto the window and be blown off quickly from the motion of the van. I could lay like this all day since I was doing my job, traveling from one site to the next. I closed my eyes again.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore5 years ago in Futurism
PLANET PLUTO
I love nature, and there's is nothing more exciting to me than to be out in nature, experiencing love from the sky, with afloat of the birds chirping, the breeze swivelling by, clouds crossing paths with the sun...wow!!! Memory lane is one heck of a journey.
By Rozay Verz5 years ago in Futurism
Infinity's Mousetrap
13. Tightening Up Management Director Ngoyen looked down on the aborted luncheon with a gleam in his eye. His body had transformed in the most pleasant ways. The stiffness in his knee had almost gone totally by the time he woke up. With newly keen ears, he heard his general manager organize the management team. He would be useful in whipping this sad crew of wastes of flesh into a truly fantastic team! Looking down at the thickening flesh of his hands, he thought to himself , I will make these lazy Americans into warriors! Our division will be special! This change is my path to the CEO's office! Thinking these fantasies, he drew down his favorite office decoration. It was a perfect reproduction of an ancient sword from feudal Japan. It was so light in his hands now! Right then and there, he began belting the scabbard in place at his waist. He would take care of the terminations himself!
By Ralph Quisenberry5 years ago in Futurism
Infinity's Mousetrap
11. Damage Control Begins "This is not how it is supposed to happen! He did not fall asleep when the others did, and now he is one of the first to awaken. Not only that! The female seems to have avoided the crystal component exposure almost totally!" snarled the researcher.
By Ralph Quisenberry5 years ago in Futurism
Infinity's Mousetrap
9. Differences Noticed "Interesting! There is an obvious struggle for supremacy. The larger and more violent one should have drawn the female and won the conflict. And yet, the weaker male did not back down in the face of certain danger and potential loss of wealth. Thus he wins the conflict."
By Ralph Quisenberry5 years ago in Futurism
Infinity's Mousetrap
7. An Unexpected Reaction There were spectators to this primal drama. "Do you see? The new control subject sees a male infringing on his territory. The woman is obviously continuing in her pattern of rejection towards the overly aggressive male."
By Ralph Quisenberry5 years ago in Futurism
The Pass
Jaq slowed himself to a jog and turned to face his companion, "Make haste, swordsman," he roared. Lucas looked up to see a row of stained fangs, locked together in a mouth the size of his entire head. It was a smile, if you could believe it. The way the lynax's lion-esq face contorted in the attempt made him look more like a maddened beast than a happy one. It seemed to Lucas that he was always a mixture of both, especially before a fight. The burning pools of gold that were Jaq's eyes bore his bloodlust well. His mane bristled with excitement.
By H. R. Nelson5 years ago in Futurism
