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”.
Recycling Money
The sheet of Timple slid off the rubble pile as gloved hands rifled through it. “Bloody Timple.” Bertrund grumbled, adjusted his helm, and slung the air tube back over his shoulder, took a deep hissy breath through his mask and knelt carefully to his task.
By Ron Addenbrooke5 years ago in Futurism
The Chosen Ones: Chapter 1
I sat patiently on the cold mattress. Scars ran up and down my arms from where they inserted the IVs. My long, blonde hair was held perfectly in a high ponytail. I wore nothing except a thin hospital gown and my undergarments. I could hear the clock ticking on the wall opposite from where I sat. An empty metal tray and cup sat on the table by the door from my breakfast this morning. The walls looked depressing from the plain white paint that covered them. I had been at this facility ever since I was thirteen, and I remember the day I was taken from my family.
By Gabriella White5 years ago in Futurism
Listen to Your Dog
Listen To Your Dog By Doug Caldwell Chapter One “I guess the most surprising thing we’ve found to date, is how much some dogs swear. When they are excited or upset with something they begin with a river of cussing that becomes more animated the angrier they get. We can now filter that cussing out once the dog’s basic vocabulary and emotional triggers are captured in memory, but it takes a few hours of use for the software to learn these patterns for that to happen, and the higher the cuss filter is set, the longer it takes the software to learn. So at first we recommend the filter be as low as possible to make it easier.”
By Doug Caldwell5 years ago in Futurism
The Experience
I was dropped here three days ago, having jumped out of a perfectly good aircraft. It’s been cold, not below freezing but close. Especially at night. It doesn’t matter though. I’ve set my controls so that I can’t feel temperature. I can feel everything else; the wind on my face, the branches brushing my torso, cheeks, and arms, the stones and leaves under my feet. It is truly amazing.
By Chris Cavanagh5 years ago in Futurism
The Ungoverned
Chapter 1 THE JOURNEY “My name is Leilani and I may have been the last of human kind.” The beginning of this journey took place in a car. Confined in a, beat up, 1997 Honda Accord, my companion and I sped through the mountains that led up to Lake Vanie. I looked over at him and he blinked those big, red eyes of his and smiled. He was a robot. Standing at about 5’6” and pure metal, Bot was the most faithful companion I ever encountered. It was the year 2059 and our world was a hybridization between “The Stepford Wives” and “I Am Legend.” My name is Leilani and I may have been the last of human kind.
By Jessica Guillaume5 years ago in Futurism
Right on TIME
I stare down at the tablet in my hands. I scroll through the articles again, as if I expect them to change somehow. Although the idea was mine, although I developed every bit of the technology, although my "business partners" seemed trustworthy, my name is nowhere to be found.
By Angel Duncan5 years ago in Futurism
Cypherpunk
“Hurry! They weren’t far behind us,” I hear the frantic woman plead with Crynn. She's been working furiously on the woman’s code, inputting new lines of code and changing ones to zeros, for an hour now. The woman had run to our underground bunker in a panic waving a piece of paper, pleading for us to let her in. Flair and Ryatt verified the woman's paper which has a special code embedded in it that we give to clients to share with those they know are in a desperate situation.
By Alicia Jake5 years ago in Futurism
Hope In The Wilderness
The year is 2036—a perilous 12 years since the great collapse of 2024. There remains no government, and no civilization. Massive economic collapse and food shortage, followed by the most deadly world war in history, has turned the world as we know it into absolute chaos and destruction. Cities have burned, and communities have scattered. It is now each man for himself; and survival is the only goal.
By Abigail Wheale5 years ago in Futurism
