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”.
Book 1 Flight of the Armada Chapter 3 Part 2
Glendon managed to get the truck to the store without grinding the gears too badly or hitting anything important or living. When they got out of the truck, Darien indicated that the Naradi should keep the keys. He wanted no part of a vehicle that growled and lurched and bounced about so.
By Jay Michael Jones5 years ago in Futurism
Turn Back, Travelers
Rust-littered sand crunched under Bethani’s feet as she marched across the barren vista sprawling out ahead of her. Deep red starlight beamed down, stifled only by her thick infrared visor, while the planet’s harsh winds lashed against her legs in an endless attempt to sweep her off her feet. She gazed across the desiccated landscape and sighed, dropping her duffle bag and listlessly looking around for a smooth rock to sit on. The Ink was creeping into her father's agri-patch again and, surprise surprise, Beth was the first to be called to arms. Honestly, she didn't mind that it happened to be her responsibility each and every time, in her books, any time spent away from home was time well spent. What she did mind, though, was her sister getting the keys to their family's only truck just to go out and ‘watch the geysers blow’, leaving poor Beth to make the trip on foot. She sighed and stopped off for a much-needed rest on her journey toward servitude.
By The Messenger Magpie5 years ago in Futurism
Robot Rights
Today we learned about machines and the machine tribes. A long time ago AI and robots used to be servants to the civilization from before. They did everything for people. They could cook, cure diseases and even fight battles for humans. People started having robots for friends and some people even married their machines. Elder Mai taught us what AI means. It means artificial intelligence. The computer device I use to write on this thing and take pictures of my drawings uses AI. It's pretty smart and sometimes reminds me of a human.
By James "Vilay" Mongkhonvilay5 years ago in Futurism
Burning Bright/Come Away, Human Child
(i) Burning Bright I dreamed about the tiger tonight--approach of handlers and veterinary physicians to the great cat into whom, across species, the invisible worldwide celebrity had perilously entered. Some of those managing the beast were young enough to have partied at close range on sun-spackled beaches with mammals, on the whole, more lethal than this cat they observed at a respectful distance, or tranquilized first before nearer approach. Some were old enough to fear far more the infinitesimal creature within, that may make it under sedation a greater threat than it would be awake, charging, thoroughly pissed as perhaps it has every right to be: you nearly eliminate my kind in their natural state but save specimens of us for show; granted, you care for us in these sheltered unnatural places until suddenly we come in contact with a danger unknown in the wild (where with all due modesty, we were for long ages the principal danger, a crown we’ve ceded a good few of your generations now); you lift us for our safety out of a habitat you’ve made inhospitable for us and our prey, and what happens? an invisible enemy, bred by the same genius that makes civilization, war, prisons, discotheques, casinos, air conditioning, jet exhaust, books and films and music and such, bunker style luxury condos and zoos, slips without being seen through these sheltering bars as easily as it leaps across borders from nation to nation, and lays me low. Your safety is another name for danger.
By Martin Heavisides5 years ago in Futurism
T.E.R.A
TERA (Technically Emotionally Ready Android) was an early attempt at creating an adaptable AI concerned with fitting into human social situations. The idea being that the more human-like interactions are with any robot the more at ease people become and are willing to authentically engage with it.
By MissAdventured5 years ago in Futurism
The Awakening
The palms tree gently swayed in the sea breeze while the hypnotic blue waves blanketed Shyanne’s legs. The soft golden sand crumbled under the weight of her shifting body. She turned over to be greeted by the 10 o’clock morning sun. She inhaled a big breath and sat up in the sand. Her head was still spinning but remarkably there was not a scratch on her, even though she was surrounded by wreckage. She glanced down the beach and saw several other bodies stirring awake from the aftermath of the crash. There were twelve passengers, co-pilot, and a pilot. But she only counted seven people on the shoreline. She looked for her friends and she only counted two out three of them. Her confused state turned to panic as she realized that her best friend was not accounted for. She stood up and begin calling out for her friend who answered her from the treetop. Free was up in the tree look for any sign of their private getaway. She yelled down to Shyanne that everyone was accounted for. “Some wanted to go off into the woods to look for food and the other are sleeping it off”. Shyanne just stared at her and said, “How do you know that they are alive?” Free responded “I checked for a pulse, I’m sure they are okay. Just trying to process the situation.”
By Monique Gaines5 years ago in Futurism
BOOK 0: FIELDS OF FIRE Chapter xvii
Sandan Medina was disappointed he was not chosen to go on the mission. Like any other Air Command warrior, he was eager to explore new worlds. Sandan knew Carrol’s ability to heal through Arda liquid was far superior to ordinary medical aid and sending her on the mission was the sensible thing to do. But who would have thought that a Naradi Famede would be sent on a scouting mission? Then again, with both princes and the princess on assignment a capable Naradi Famede like Glendon Garin was the appropriate choice to accompany them. Still… eh! Sandan was proud to be an Air Command warrior, not a royal guard. There would be plenty of time and opportunity for adventure in the future.
By Jay Michael Jones5 years ago in Futurism
The Fifth Element
A flash of light filled the room, Tommy, an 8-year-old boy was in his bed with his eyes wide open as if someone was going to give him a birthday present. He started counting. "One, one thousand, two, one thousand, three, one thousand, 4, one thou..." Suddenly the cracking sound of thunder rattled the window pains giving him a rush of adrenaline -he tensed up in the excitement with a big smile. Tommy loved the feeling of energy that the powerful sounds of nature would give him.
By Blake Worrell5 years ago in Futurism
Jonah's Strange New Friend
Studying was never one of Jonah’s favorite things to do. Reading, sure. Alone time? Yes, of course. But here, in the NC State library, 9:47 p.m. and just before winter break, Jonah was frustrated that he had exams to study for. Chemistry, biology, linguistics, French… The books were so heavy, so boring. He wanted to hop into a story. He wanted to be on the Millenium Falcon or a horse-drawn cart with Gandalf, leaving the Shire. But here he sat, second floor of Lyons Design Library, hoping to get away from all the rapscallions who had their exams to study for as well — but who, no doubt, were in Hunt or Hill, across from one another, not actually studying, but playing on social media, flirting, or some other unproductive thing.
By Trenton Anthony5 years ago in Futurism
