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”.
Back Then People Could Change Themselves
Today I saw this video of a mother crying. She was sad because her son was sick. He couldn't move or even talk. She was so scared he wouldn't be able to breathe anymore. Then this group of doctors and scientists helped her son get a new body. It was so cool! He could walk around and talk to his mom again and he even got to keep his old body. He did have some implants that helped his old body breathe but eventually, they found a way to move his mind into the new body. It was like downloading info from a computer onto a new one. Pretty awesome!
By James "Vilay" Mongkhonvilay5 years ago in Futurism
What is Human? Chapter 1
Rebekah couldn’t remember. She sat down on the curb outside of a clinic and thought. She remembered her name, but other than that… there was nothing. She rubbed her hands together and felt a scar on her left arm. The fingers on her right hand traced their way up under the sleeve of her shirt and she felt the sinewy rope of scar tissue encircle her shoulder.
By Jessica Pronovost5 years ago in Futurism
We Have This VR Tech!
A long time ago the civilization from before used so many great things to make their lives much easier. Elder Zue told me that they had everything. Robots that are way better than the ones we find. Computers that could cure diseases. Cars that could fly or go underwater. She says it was an amazing time.
By James "Vilay" Mongkhonvilay5 years ago in Futurism
Above and Beyond
Ayla burst past the gateman and into the room, relieved to be free of the crowded and stuffy corridor. It was fortunate that, with her long eyelashes and stealthy glide, long lineups were mostly irrelevant to her. She was disinclined to sweat. It would cause her makeup to run. Circumstance required that she attract as little attention as possible this evening.
By Paul Geisler5 years ago in Futurism
Book 0 FIELDS OF FIRE: Chapter i
Maranta Shanaugh stepped back from digging up a Dorea tree sapling to wipe the sweat from his brow. He glanced at the dingy skies warily and saw a ship on approach. "Oh no, you will not, you foul vermin," he muttered. "You have done enough damage to this world." It would be just like the Shargassi to choose to bombard this particular forest on this particular knoll at this particular time, the only time Maranta could get away to dig up a tree for posterity on the once grand world of Thuringa. But once he recognized the triangular shape of a small Thuringi cargo ship, he relaxed and dug his shovel into the dirt again.
By Jay Michael Jones5 years ago in Futurism
Book 0 Fields of Fire: Chapter ii
Stuart loaded the vicar’s personal effects into his ship to take the clergyman to the capital city. Maranta and Carrol followed in the cargo ship. Below them the dreadful damage of the Shargassi onslaught advanced with alarming increase. Thuringa's once productive bran fields were brown and brittle. Carrol wondered if it was her imagination that the very landscape appeared to die before her eyes, from the horizon behind her in a slow but steady march forward toward Arne. She drew close to Maranta and held the upper part of his arm as if to protect him from the encroaching threat. He glanced at her lovingly and returned his attention to piloting the ship.
By Jay Michael Jones5 years ago in Futurism
The Mercury Thief
Vee was lifted from his sleep by the sound of his Mother’s heels, knocking on the floorboards downstairs. She was leaving for work. Keys jangled. The front door opened and closed. The click clacking ebbed from earshot. As always, Vee’s first thought was of his Mother, his real mother at least. The only memories he had of her were soft edged. Big thumbs held in small palms. A deep joy heard in a voice not yet understood. The gentle touch of a fingertip on unsullied cheeks. That was the first incarnation of his mother.
By William Preston5 years ago in Futurism
The Crown of Helios
At a cafe in the Barri Gótic, Edgar sat against one of the last remnants of the original Roman wall, tucked in a back room dimly lit and filled with the vaporous sweetness of chocolate and coffee. He stooped over his little black notebook, focusing on one word, one lost utterance that he could almost see among the cosmic junk of his mind. He had been at this same table since the sun rose, had been at this same table each day for months, always staying until siesta.
By Nick Castro5 years ago in Futurism
The Chosen
The gap between the rich and the poor has expanded into a ravenous maw; hungrily devouring anyone stupid enough to cross it. The middle class collapsed like a fiery tower of dry kindling during a time known as the Insurrection Period. Now, most people spend their entire lives scurrying around like rats trying to piece together a living from the gnawed leftovers of the “lords” of the New Republic.
By Alex Griffin5 years ago in Futurism
