science fiction
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Book 0: FIELDS OF FIRE Chapter x
Gareth just connected the last few wires for the latest monitor he designed when he heard a muffled voice and felt a boot toe poke him in the ribs. He was already bent uncomfortably over into a small claustrophobia-inducing space next to a holding tank on the Freen, with a precarious grip on some wiring. It would be a scramble to pull up and out of the space without undoing his handiwork. He felt the toe in his ribs again, and he flinched. It must be Her Nibs or that idiotic Brent, Gareth thought. Only they were associated enough with him to hail him with a boot and not a word.
By Jay Michael Jones5 years ago in Futurism
Eon
Pushing away from the worn terminal, Trevor stares at the ceiling, bitter sor rowful tears filling the brim of his eyes. A quivering hand with a cigarette wrapped between his index and middle fingers makes another journey to his arid lips. Gale force winds crash into the beacon house with a ferocity he has never seen before. Lightning illuminated the skies for split seconds before being swallowed by the oppressive darkness, followed by a deep rolling thunder. The storm was not the reason for the pit of hopelessness inside of his belly; Like blood being drained from a butchered animal turned upside down, he can feel all hope leave his soon-to-be cadaver.
By Alex Griffin5 years ago in Futurism
The Chef's Kitchen.
He placed a slice of avocado on the plate next to the poached eggs and toast. He set the plate on the serving table and rang the bell. The waiter came over and picked up the plate. He closed his eyes for just a minute. Being the chef of one of the best five-star restaurants in the country was exhausting. He was working on one of his new recipes when he heard something vibrating against the counter. He thought it was his phone but didn’t see it anywhere. He focused back on the dish adding lemon zest to the mixture. It was several minutes before he heard the vibration again. What was that? He wondered as he went looking for the source of the vibrations. After a minute, he found what was vibrating. It was an electric knife. That was odd but maybe the batteries were old. He turned it off and went back to his recipe. This was going to be one of his best dishes. He added some vegetable stock to his pot. It began to boil. The whole kitchen smelled delicious. He finished the dish and sent it out.
By K. E. Thomas5 years ago in Futurism
Launch from 14C
The basis for this story is this setting from the originators of an xprize contest. "THE ORIGIN STORY: At 4:58am on June 28th, 2017, the passengers on board ANA Flight 008, en route from Tokyo to San Francisco, are cruising at an altitude of 37,000 feet, approximately 1,500 nautical miles off the West Coast of the United States. A small bump, otherwise noted as a barely perceptible bout of turbulence, passes Flight 008 through a temporary wrinkle in the local region of space-time. What these passengers will soon find out as they descend into SFO is that the wrinkle has transported them 20 years in the future, and the year is now 2037."
By Thomas Durbin5 years ago in Futurism
Little Black Book
Sitting at my desk running through Lithium’s program structure ensuring that the new update will take and fix the bugs that where causing total system crashes. Once the code is completed and the reset has started, I head to work at the local retail store. Strolling in for the start of my shift at 12PM, I check my watch to see how much longer the program is going to take before it is up and running remotely on my phone. I see that it has 4 hours before I can see if the new update has worked. I begin to work freight that is on the sales floor to help the time pass and walkie the truck team for updates on the progress of unloading tonights freight for the overnight team.
By Risa Luthor5 years ago in Futurism
The Seventh Sense
Zadriel dipped into the Seeing Pool head-first, as she had been taught, to allow the microcosmic sensors to attach to her brain. From there, it was easy to awaken the senses that allowed her to reach out with her mind and contort the world around her. Recreationally, it was called Wakeful Dreaming, or Dreaming While Aware, depending on which classified circles you were frequenting. The first time, it had been eerie, to project outward her mind’s every sensation and synapse made real, but over time it had become as simple as blinking and being able to see everything around her. Such was the way of what the scientists called “the seventh sense” in their studies and the drafts of their articles.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Futurism
Book 0 FIELDS OF FIRE Chapter iii
The evening found the emergency medical ward a hive of activity. From a central control hub just off the main hanger, surgical arenas fanned out in a circular pattern. Doors beyond then took the patient out of surgery and to the main hospital ward. All civilian medical personnel were brought in for duty.
By Jay Michael Jones5 years ago in Futurism
BOOK 0: FIELDS OF FIRE Chapter iv
Eventually the Shargassi reluctantly concluded there was no Arda liquid to be found on the former Thuringi planet. Several warriors were lost beneath the thick sludge once known as an ocean, in search of it. All but two members of the Shargassi governing body the Elect were military, and the majority demanded the warships hunt down and wrest the powerful material from the fleeing nomads. They knew Thuringi engines and generators and other fabulous inventions were powered with it. Lycasis Phillipi must have stolen away with it all! Ships were dispatched to retrieve any Arda liquid and finish off their escaping enemy.
By Jay Michael Jones5 years ago in Futurism
Patricians
Patricians: Power Politics Chapter 1: Storm Front Swirling clouds unleashed a howling tempest just beyond the glass of the gunship shrinking into the horizon of the night sky. Blinking lights pulsed in a steady rhythm across the black veil of darkness. Lying on the floor, Julia looked around the interior of the gunship, trying to find some way to escape. Grey metal walls with benches bolted to them, a few hanging handgrips, and thick glass. Bleak prospects. Staring at the door latch, Julia realized opening the door would still leave her thousands of feet in the air, and, without a parachute, that seemed a futile idea. Feeling underneath the seat, Julia found a bar that gave a little when she tugged at it. Finding a lose bolt, she began to loosen it while staring forward, trying to not draw attention. Wind buffeted the gunship, rocking the occupants with its steady fury.
By Magnus Void5 years ago in Futurism
So You Wanna Be A Superhero
It was exactly 6:24 p.m. when Allison Caldwell knocked on the Llewellyn family’s door. It was a nice enough house, in one of the middle class neighborhoods of Hobbs, New Mexico. Mr. Llewellyn, a tall man with dark and graying hair, was perfectly polite when he opened the door to invite her in, having expected her. It was only when Alice first stepped inside that she noticed that something seemed off. Despite the fairly warm temperature outside, the inside of the house was actually very cold. She thought for a moment that the family must spend a fortune on air conditioning, but then noted that Mr. Llewellyn was wearing a sweater, which seemed incongruent. Mr. Llewellyn led her to the living room and offered her a blanket as she sat down on the lone chair, which she gratefully accepted.
By Kayla Todd5 years ago in Futurism
