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”.
Look Upon My Works, Ye Mighty
Out in the far reaches of the Perseus Arm—far at least from Sol's perspective, all the way across the Orion bridge—the Survey-Freighter UTVS Sagan emerged from the mouth of a dark-energy tendril and braced for immediate wellskip.
By Sterling Magleby5 years ago in Futurism
Lavender Wednesday
Written out of the history books, I have been left to lament on my past. My past-life was a balance between wonderful memories and horrific experiences. Both the good and the bad stay with me, even though my body is just mere bones fossilised in a cemetery.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Futurism
A Toast to the Future
Rosa stares at her holographic screen as she surfs the interplanetary web feeling discouraged but determined after participating in several failed DNA and AI matchmaking services. She quickly turns to alternative digital solutions and enlists in real time dating advice online services, behavior based match apps, and VR speed dating. For her, it’s all in an effort to procure the coveted in real time date with a perfectly matched partner. She joins a cyber haptic hugging circle that meets every Wednesday for a hug out session. She surfs the interplanetary web and routinely updates her dating app content and social media platforms. It’s a disaster for the most part. Rosa is much older than the younger cyber dating crowd. In her early fifties, she often wonders if she or technology is to blame for her utter loneliness.
By Adriana Regalado5 years ago in Futurism
The Risk Of Rootie
The Risk Of Rootie: The Grit Robot John W. Gilmore She walked into the garage shop to see if her tractor was ready. Jeff was underneath another vehicle...a very old car doing some type of work. He loved working on antique vehicles. She saw her big green tractor parked in the corner alone, all by itself. It was almost an antique, but it was all she had. She needed a new one. She needed a lot. Who would think that someone her age would be starting up a landscaping business by herself. At least she had a young son who could help her during the summers and a working partner.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore5 years ago in Futurism
The Birds Did No Such Thing
Nov 6th, 2023: Magdalena Department, Colombia Pedro forced open a fresh bag of seeds. A bit too forcefully, perhaps. The hundreds of seeds on the ceramic tile floor were evidence that it was so. But Pedro was not bothered. This week, nothing could bother Pedro. A contact of his from the Wildlife Conservation Society of Colombia had called to deliver good news. Guadalupe was getting a mate!
By Juan Erazo5 years ago in Futurism
Hybian
Blue haired boy was sleeping in his bed, his blanket pulled over his head, his alarm clock ringing. He heard it loud and clear but dared not wake for fear that his feet would freeze on the linoleum floor. His mother’s house was nothing but linoleum floor through and through. Wooden walls from the local Magdelyn trees (cream colored), it was just like the entire village, every house looked the same, made from the same wood. It was just they knew which house or business was theirs.
By William L. Truax III5 years ago in Futurism
Coronal Mass Ejection
1. It is midnight in New York. At JFK International Airport, there was a rather peculiar event that happened, the power went out all over the airport with no explanation. People trying to call out were met with the realization that their cell phones and the landlines were not working. Nothing was able to be seen. Airport officials were looking out the window alongside the Air Traffic Controllers and seeing nothing but the cold sharp gaze of darkness all around them.
By William L. Truax III5 years ago in Futurism
Coronal Mass Ejection
0.1. Awaiting their children in the distance, Carl and Mary looked on while standing there gazing out over the green hillside. Behind them, their house stood, tall, stained, wooden. Calling their children to them, they fondly remembered on what had happened to them and how it was the hardest thing that they ever had to deal with. Their lives as they thought and compared notes, were so terrible, that there were times where they did not want to deal with it, while other memories as they spoke to one another, were the best times of their lives and did not want to think of anything more extraordinary with the exception as being their children’s birth.
By William L. Truax III5 years ago in Futurism
Table for Four
Claire glanced around the restaurant, looking for Jesse. Despite yearning to ride in Jesse’s pickup truck, she opted to appear cautious and meet him there, since it was their first date. It was silly because she had already been alone with him plenty of times while he was doing handiwork in her condo. If he was a serial killer, he was playing the long game.
By Ellen Thompson5 years ago in Futurism
