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”.
The Object
Adralia felt no remorse for what she had done to obtain one of the most powerful devices in all the known universes. During her one hundred and thirty-five life cycles as a Malaika, she had been forced to make many life and death decisions. Seemed lately, they were mostly death.
By Jon Gourdine5 years ago in Futurism
Eat, Sleep, Shit, Repeat
Eat, Sleep, Shit, Repeat: Today would be different, or at least that’s what I told myself. It was 8:30 AM on March 12th 2028 when Edgar found the notebook. Normally I don’t remember dates. Sometimes the days really blend together here, but March 12th was a day I had been looking forward to for a long time.
By Calvin Agran5 years ago in Futurism
The Black Book
It was here. Here is where I found the Doctor's black notebook. I can see it clearly in my mind. From this spot, you could gaze across the valley over the color-coordinated rooftops of dozens of neighborhoods arranged in tiers extending down to Main Street South at the lazy rivers edge far below. It was our favorite picnic spot. We would drive here in our little old, red convertible with a big cooler and folding chairs and a disgracefully dusty blanket to lay beneath us. We sat above the bustle of the neighborhoods and reflected in the peace of the hillside. A peace which was only occasionally interrupted by a jogger, clad in fashionably bright-colored tights, puffing quickly by.
By Alexis Jordan5 years ago in Futurism
Scavenging The Past
Today I went out into the Punished Lands. I snuck past our guards at the barrier. No kids are allowed past the barrier, but I'm pretty quiet and quick. Chief Onwai would be pretty angry since I've done this before. Why should only warriors and scavengers be allowed to venture past the barrier, and why do they even call it the barrier? It's just planks of wood.
By James "Vilay" Mongkhonvilay5 years ago in Futurism
The Winning Ticket
It was unusually dark out for the time of day: 2 p.m. But a storm brewed in the sky. And the rain battered everything beneath the clouds. We were no exception, my wife, Lenore and I. Strange. It had rained for ten straight days. As we rushed from our apartment—me late for another pointless job interview and her late for a job she hated and that paid far less than she was worth—I tripped next to our car. It was there on the ground that I saw a lottery ticket. I didn’t know what made me pick it up. In fact, I never played the lottery. I thought it was a waste of money, given the odds. House always won or house wouldn’t be in the business. No matter. I hopped in my car and dropped the ticket into the cup holder.
By samuel chatman5 years ago in Futurism
First Person
They call it a reversal of fortune. On occasion, you read about such stories in any good business journal. Rags to riches. Nothing I can do about my status--except now, with the new laws, I can work my way out of it. I can work very hard. Crazy hard. I can remain singularly focused on my goal. I can be unfailingly disciplined and frugal. Save enough money and change it! At least that’s what I’ve been telling myself. $20,000 is a great deal of money. It’s almost an impossible sum, really. The Great Reset of 2023 made sure of that.
By John Jordan-Cascade5 years ago in Futurism
Little Black Books
For as long as I could remember my grandpa has been my savior. He saved me from a tragic house fire that claimed the lives of both my parents. He raised me, taught me everything I know and has been there for me my whole life. Today is the saddest day of my life because now I am on my own. He passed away suddenly a few days ago after I came back from class. The worst part was I found him in his favorite place, the science laboratory! Well, that is what we called it, but it is just our plain old garage. We used it for experiments and new discoveries we came up with. I found him in his chair holding a little black book with my name on it. As weird as it sounds, I had never seen the book before but even weirder the book looked older than me and grandpa combined.
By clyde smith5 years ago in Futurism
