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”.
Gunnbjørn Fjeld
Despite their best efforts, the gigantic chemical conglomeration wasn't able to purchase full property rights of the 39-acre rocky peak of Gunnbjørn Fjeld. But they had, through some tangled, twisted path of laws, loopholes, and long-forgotten treaty rights purchased the mineral rights and were able to begin 'limited mining' on top of the mountain. They were tight-lipped about whatever it was they were after. Greenlandic Inuits were furious at the imperious arrogance of the western money machine and did what they could to stop the mining. Initially, the Inuits had proven very resilient and resourceful at stopping the venture, but then the corporation cracked down by contracting with a paramilitary, security firm that had made Blackwater look like a team of mild-mannered, school-crossing guards. All protests and destruction of property stopped overnight. There were grumblings and rumors of course, but nothing ever came of them.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Futurism
The Ocean Unseen
The inhabitants of Detriti had always held a certain romantic fixation with the gloomy shell of dense ice that defined the upper limits of their world. Ahine was not unusual in this regard, except perhaps for the depths of her obsession. As a child, she joined with many others in their gleeful attempts to break through the barrier, digging at the dark surface with broken harpoon points, old hand drills and jagged shards of flint. It was a ritual of sorts, a tradition going back a hundred generations to the earliest Detritan explorers and mythmakers. There was something primeval about it, a connection to the planetary heritage that drew Ahine back even after she deduced that the effort was futile. And when she finally set aside those childish implements for good, she did not turn her thoughts back inward as most of the others did. Rather, her own fascination only became more intellectual.
By Andrew Johnston5 years ago in Futurism
3150 part 1
Vermont 29th of November 2250. The construction of the region’s thirtieth metropolitan city has just been completed. One that was intended to be the region’s third largest mega-city. The newly formed urban city took an area of twenty-five thousand three-hundred-and-sixty-kilometre square. Complete with schools, hospitals, public infrastructure, commercial areas, suspended vertical farms, 504 skyscrapers all reaching one mile in high, and the overall city could house a hundred and eight million people. It was one of ten new mega-cities planning to be built in the wealthiest of the world’s only two regions. However, as unexpected as it was, Vermont's population wasn’t increasing at all, but it was mostly stagnated and in some part of the region the population was actually going thought a steady decline. So, reasonably the city was not built to house a growing population.
By Alain junior5 years ago in Futurism
Wine in Time
Wine in Time Using the time portal took a tremendous leap of faith. It had been discovered quite by accident in 2093 when a member of a reconstruction detail accidentally fell through it after having been sent to the ruins of an old prior century single family dwelling to assess its utility as a museum. They wanted to show modern youth how life had been before single family dwellings had been abandoned. The land they were on was repurposed to accommodate an out of control worldwide population surge and climate changes which fueled massive migrations and required more efficient uses of space, air, water, and energy.
By Cleve Taylor 5 years ago in Futurism
Dust and Jewels
Strand dashed down the street, careened around a corner, and slipped into a dark alley. His air sacks swelled, tongue scenting the air as he waited in the darkness. Footsteps rushed by. He waited for a few heartbeats longer then, satisfied he had evaded pursuit, he pulled his hood off his tricolored head and hefted the sack in his hand. Striding down the alley he suddenly tripped, his bundle spilling and sending jewels tumbling into the dust. Strand cursed to himself, quick to collect his stolen goods. He glanced over his shoulder to take a closer look at what he had tripped on. His orange eyes widened in surprise—it was a girl—a human girl curled up in a ragged cloak. Her eyes glittered at him fiercely. They matched the color of the sky—pale and beautiful. Strand lowered his snout in a sympathetic gesture, “Where are your parents?”
By Kelsey Reich5 years ago in Futurism
The Edge. Top Story - March 2021.
Somewhere, or perhaps sometime, in some distant land or alternate plane, there exists a world that is not round. Not round at all, but indeed very flat and very limited. Its inhabitants are accustomed to its shape. In fact, they have built their lives in straight lines, clean angles, sharp corners; hardly ever a man-made circle in sight. To them, time marches on in one linear path they all must follow. One is born, one lives, and one dies. That is the natural order of things.
By Sarah Bruce5 years ago in Futurism
Distance is a Fallacy
TRANSMISSION 53 We've finally done it. After months of sitting alone in this tiny remote outpost - has it just been months? It truly feels like it's been five years since I was sent to this isolated shed on the frontiers of oblivion - I finally have something substantive to report. I have received communication from a non-terrestrial source and, after many rounds of analysis, I can confirm with a <0.01% margin of error that the transmission was from an intelligent source. I have already broadcast the preplanned welcome message and am eagerly awaiting the response, which I will of course pass along to headquarters promptly as I receive it.
By Andrew Johnston5 years ago in Futurism
Dating in 2077
One of the things Mark hated most about dating in 2077 was everything. He was a sub-prime, he had bad genes and that meant he couldn't date. He had a history of heart disease and brown eyes. He was 29 years old and he'd never been on a date before. He watched the old films, it showed a different time. Long before the apps, profiles, rankings and DNA screening. People were attracted to each other and they even had a thing named a blind date met with someone based on their friends recommendations and not genetics. He couldn't imagine that, but in 2020 they cared about attraction, fun and they even drank wine. They had this thing called Merlot which was fermented grapes and apparently made people more attractive.
By Band as a Business5 years ago in Futurism
