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 Secret of the Mansion
Truth be told I don’t want to die in that way, I just wish there was some way to disappear from life temporarily. I made it back to my bedroom and glanced at a little black notebook that sat atop my nightstand. It was actually a journal of bucket lists that I wrote back in college. I skimmed through the pages and realized how dark some of my goals were. Suddenly, I saw something strange. On one of the pages, I apparently wrote “ come across $20,000.” Um, was I high when I wrote this? Come across? Like I expected to magically find $20,000 somehow without earning it? I couldn’t recall what led me to write this or what even happened. I wracked my brain but I couldn’t think of anything. Frustrated that I was nowhere near ever reaching this goal, I slumped back into bed and closed my eyes.
By Yvonne Tran5 years ago in Futurism
The Gift
Violet stared at the black leatherbound notebook in her hands. It was soft, the pages clean, and it was simultaneously the most exciting and most horrifying gift she’d ever received. It was the gift she had wanted since she was twelve, since having this notebook meant she no longer had the chip to track her every thought, feeling, and action. Holding this in her hands meant she was one step closer to being considered a full citizen. At the end of each week her entries would be scanned and sent to her Official. In a year’s time, she could have thoughts that are completely her own, or she could receive another notebook rarely did anyone receive full citizenship and recognition of adulthood within a year. It wasn’t impossible, just difficult.
By Kiercy Saméa5 years ago in Futurism
Scribe Inc.
Scribe Inc. wasn’t privy to giving information about their experiments they were running on living humans, especially with what they disclosed to those coming in for their $20,000 reward. There were plenty of nondisclosure agreements and even more discretionary practices. It wasn’t too distasteful for me; I was going to stay quiet anyway.
By Marissa Powell5 years ago in Futurism
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November 1, 2018 This year I've reached the epitome of adulthood, and yet I feel unfulfilled. Unlike my male counterparts, I suffer from something called the confidence gap. It has plagued women like me for far too long. Most of us graduated at the top of our class, or literally pushed ourselves off the edge of a cliff, to achieve what men can with just a snap of the finger. Now, before this turns into a feminist mashup, let me remind you that I've been told countless times by my colleagues, women and men alike, that if I were a man I'd be a threat to society. I've always excelled at anything I touch because my work ethic resembles that of the energizer bunny. I also don't take kindly to the word "no" and in my profession I don't believe it should even exist.
By imthenwgirl5 years ago in Futurism
To Catch an Alien
Snow cascaded from the clouds onto the parking lot, muffling the sounds of the sirens rushing to the supercenter. Red and blue lights illuminated the parking lot. Ambulances and police vehicles blocked both entrances to the supercenter. The police chief talked to the press as everyone within the store evacuated. Chaos, it seemed, followed Agent Filmore wherever she went. As she stepped out of her black SUV, the press swarmed her, demanding answers. She was not unprepared; she simply fired back to the press she could not discuss an open case. The heavyset police chief welcomed her with an exasperated sigh and a small smile. His face was red from the cold and snow. “Glad you’re here, Agent Filmore. I thought they’d never stop asking questions.” His voice was lighthearted, despite the gruesome scene which laid ahead.
By Tessa Garcia5 years ago in Futurism
