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 Germinator
I preferred working the back of the aircraft. At flight’s end I didn’t have to buh-bye 250 times and could just walk up the aisle looking for magazines and stuff. A lost and found check before the cleaners came on was part of the flight attendant job. But mostly I just did it for magazines.
By Humberto Da Silva5 years ago in Futurism
Project Ares
My day sucked before the wolves showed up. They surrounded my snowy ditch in the middle of God knows where. “Oi! Scram you overgrown mutts!” I whacked the nearest snout with a stick. The black wolf whimpered away, but four others encircled me. With my back against a pine tree, I risked a glance around. I’d landed in a valley, pine trees blanketing the depression between two snowy mountains. The wolves showed up within an hour of dragging myself around and searching for help. I had no escape route and a broken leg. The sky darkened into inky black, the temperature dropped every ten minutes, and I was alone. Wonderful.
By Karla Abreu5 years ago in Futurism
Ophie the Motorized Gladiator
She’d been making money the dirty way, and she knew in 2065 a person like her had little to no choice but to do things exactly like that: dirty. Ophie, who was supposed to be Sophie if the nurse was competent enough to type it correctly, partook in a growing subset of alternative entertainment known as gladiator motocross racing. The races were a combination obstacle course for two racers that involved extremities of all kinds. The courses changed every race and became increasingly extreme each passing year as more money fed the beast.
By Elsy Pawelak5 years ago in Futurism
Mount Moleskine
When I arrived on this mysterious planet, I wasn’t necessarily sure what to expect. I realized that I had reached the pinnacle of my conscious evolution, and could no longer see into the future because it no longer existed. I had expanded my mind as far as it could reach, achieving knowledge of Oneness with all of Creation, so whatever happens now is left up to the Source of all universes and intelligent lifeforms, wherever they exist throughout all times and dimensions.
By Seth T Streich5 years ago in Futurism
Prison
Something wasn’t right. He clocked into his job as he usually did, mentally preparing himself for the long and arduous shift ahead at the warehouse, but something about this day seemed familiar, like it had happened before. He quickly brushed off this feeling; after all, most days were the same: wake up at an ungodly hour, drive a long commute on autopilot, work on mindless tasks for the next ten hours, return home exhausted with only a couple of hours to zone out before bed, rinse and repeat. After clocking in, he went to his locker, changed into his uniform, and went to work on the floor.
By Mari Zurez5 years ago in Futurism
Net Results
Sonja shivered. The cobblestone pavement was cold. Head pounding, she gingerly lifted herself to a sitting position. Tracing two fingers carefully through her matted hair, she winced as she located the wound. A half-inch forward and she could have made the morning papers, the victim of a mugging gone bad.
By Taryn Vivino5 years ago in Futurism
The Book of Possibility
There was once a man who journeyed throughout the world in search of a little black notebook. It was said to contain wisdom beyond man’s wildest dreams. This man’s name was Neon. He was a physicist who spent most of his days in a laboratory or out in nature, trying to figure out the secrets of the universe. As he was growing up, he had heard stories of a mysterious little notebook. The tales he had heard said that this notebook had no author. No one knew the true origins of the book. Some speculated that it may have entered into our dimension through a stargate.
By Tjader Carter5 years ago in Futurism
Ticket to Your Future
Stepping out of my dirty apartment building, the acrid fumes of 2090 Earth filled my nostrils. Ah, home sweet home. Or at least, it used to be. See, even in the ever-worsening conditions on Earth, life had always been good for me. My family was close and loving, and when the news turned dark, we always turned it off. We spent a lot of time together, protected each other, and no matter how dark the world was outside, home felt like a beacon of light.
By Timothy Twelker5 years ago in Futurism
The Lie Keeper
A Lie Keeper arrives at the door shortly after June’s 17th birthday. She sees him approach from her window, unmistakable in his standard issue costume; a stiff black suit, white shirt, gray tie, and the trademark yellow tinged glasses that will distort the color of his eyes to a monsooned gray.
By Annie Schenk5 years ago in Futurism
