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”.
Original Position
Much like the environment, the government had used "policide" to manage racial tensions, a term used to describe the attempt to publicly kill a crisis through extensive policies. It was an effective agent: many came to believe that problems treated with policide were dead. In truth, the government had effected legislation to accord itself an absolution from the hell that its self-denial would breed. In its wake, large expanses of time passed without incident: temperatures were generally favorable, and overt racism had seemingly ended. But sometimes, wildfires raged across the midwest and a black family was torn out of their home in the night by an angry mob. Sometimes, families sold future generations to conglomerates to feed themselves. In many ways, it was easier to deny what was happening to the world most of the time. But when the extreme cases started to happen more frequently, the time had come for a reckoning. Fate had launched its new product, anti-policide, and the adjuvant was a global pandemic.
By Christian Royce5 years ago in Futurism
LITTLE BLACK BOOK
I woke up in a panic! Breathing hard, sweating my heart pounding in my chest. This was becoming an old habit. Where had I just been, what had I just experienced. This was nothing new, it was the same thing that had happened every night since I was old enough to recall my own dreams. If that is what you would call them. Do you know anyone who can say that they have never had a good dream? I mean one of those dreams where you are in paradise laying out on a beach relaxing by the water. Maybe that dream where you are being held in the arms of a beautiful stranger sharing a perfect romantic moment. Well, that never happens to me.
By Elizabeth Toston5 years ago in Futurism
The $20,000 Offer
All at once, her body tingled and she was jolted awake. As she looked around, the more she looked, the more confused she became. She went from trying to figure out what the feeling was to who she even was. She couldn't remember her name, age, or even what she looked like. The female found herself getting up from where she was previously lying to taking in her surroundings.
By Kirsten Johnson5 years ago in Futurism
Am I a spider?
Struggling inventor, Jonei Levociar, is flying to Heartfillia University, to meet with researchers in Brazil, to propose his super-computer that turns imaginations into visible animations. He’s a bit nervous; first time pitching, first time flying and first time realizing, he fears heights! As the plane reaches altitude, the anxiety grows and he begins feeling dizzy and tingly! He puts on headphones & recites his presentation quietly to himself, getting into a meditative state. An older gentleman named KG Anwar, leans over and says “You know, with your mind, we could work together.” Jonei ignores him, but the man continues. For a moment, Jonei wonders if this guy could help with his project, but then brushes it off as ‘too coincidental to be true.’ That type of dumb luck only exists in fiction movies. KG continues talking in the background, but Jonei continues reciting, completely ignoring him. The plane finally lands in Brazil, and before disappearing into the crowd, the old man says “If you want a real discovery, find me.” Reconsidering his position, Jonei turns around and quickly catches up to him, abandoning his original plan. He decides to see what KG has to offer. They hop in a taxi and approach an old building. KG hands Jonei a little black notebook, “Am I a spider or a giraffe?” the title reads. Puzzled, yet intrigued, Jonei continues reading:
By Dwayne White5 years ago in Futurism
The Park Bench
As I sit down on the same faded, rusted green park bench I always sit at, and open my lunchbox, even though I packed it myself this morning, I still hope something else has miraculously found its way into the box. I’m bored. I’m bored with my job, I’m bored with myself, I’m bored with the same lunch, every day. Alas, white bread, tuna, and cheese are all I find. Ugh, I think, I disappoint myself. Not even my lunches are spontaneous anymore. I look down and realize even my clothes are boring - jeans and a white top - wow, somebody stop me!
By Danielle Carey5 years ago in Futurism
How I became an Inter-Galactic Temporal Master
How did it all begin, you ask? This is a common question in my temporal law class 101. I had been teaching ever since my husband died and I stopped participating in regular time travel. The students were always fascinated with my time travel experience. Since I was as old as Methuselah it is always assumed, accurately, that I have many stories to tell. Temporal agents are strongly encouraged to keep their personal lives linear, but that has never worked for me and my husband. Our lives have been taking place in multiple times. Sometimes we have been together while on different time of our lives. For example right now I am over five hundred years old and my husband has just died but a younger version of my husband has come from the past to take care of me. He and I were clearly destined to be non-linear. We never had a chance to be linear and we wouldn’t change a thing.
By Jennifer Pierce5 years ago in Futurism
Alien Astrology
My great granddaughter, Elisa, was doing an assignment for school where she had to interview someone who had left a home planet that they had been raised on. Every single child in her class had been born on the space station or had been born on a spaceship but raised on the space station. The teacher understood that many of the children would return to their parent’s home planet and was hopeful that discussing the transition might help these children adjust to life on a planet and where there was less diversity in species. It was unlikely that my great granddaughter would be going to my home planet of Earth. I had left Earth centuries ago and none of my children or grandchildren had returned to Earth for longer than a long vacation. My family was established here in space. That being said the majority of the population of the space station were temporary. They were diplomats, the diplomats staff, teachers, students, or an elected official. Retired spaceship crew made up another large percentage of the population. They would tend to commandeer a table in a pub or coffee shop and tell tall tales all day and night long. Typically the pub would give free drinks and food to the old-timer for providing entertainment, there was a tip jar as well. It was a good place for someone who had no family and/or no longer felt comfortable on a planet. Spend enough time on climate controlled space stations and spaceships and variable unpredictable weather that has extreme cold and hot and sometimes even snow become unbearable, also if you were in an interspecies relationship the space station was often a better fit and caused minimal drama. The Inter-Galactic Space Station has a faux sun, the filtration system simulates fresh breezes, and acres and acres of parks and greenspaces. Insects are closely monitored if they aren’t synthetic and none of them bite. The last large group in the population was the ones needed to maintain the space stations functions. In this group we had the lawyers, administrators, shop keepers, engineers, maintenance, and anyone else needed to keep a five hundred kilometer space station that had a two million soul capacity running.
By Jennifer Pierce5 years ago in Futurism
