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 Odyssey
Naoki Sato was a brilliant physicist and Nobel laureate who taught at Todai in the nation of Japan. His most popular course explored multiverse theories. It was so well-received that more than a few independent broadcasting companies had recorded his lectures to make them available to the general public. Naturally, everything was in English. The official language of Japan was British English, due to the lingering effects of the Empire occupation that never really had withdrawn. Only those living in provincial areas kept Japanese as their day-to-day language. Professor Sato found himself in high demand all around the world, but more often than not, he could be found in the depths of his underground lab, coding, running programmes, and testing different algorithms and formulas to open a portal to one of the parallel universes. He was dealing with dangerous and tiny particles that potentially could destroy the entire world and all alternate universes within it with a big bang, so he never let anyone, even his most trustworthy graduate students, know about his activities after they all had gone home.
By S.E. St John5 years ago in Futurism
Virus, Lovely (short)
A scream pierced the air, shrill and wretched it hung in the chilled spring air. Just a few days ago Ta-Da would have been unaware of what could have caused the scream. Just a few days ago he had been blissfully unaware of his own warped existence pushing him towards the unachievable goal to cure humanity. But still, he lumbered towards the scream, distorted body aching with every step. Why had he awoken? Why did none of the other Doctors seem to have the same awareness he had? How long had he existed, blissfully unaware of what he had become?
By A. Kettler5 years ago in Futurism
The Secret World of Puzzles
Part of me wants to believe that if I had given the challenge just a little bit of extra thought, I’d have accepted that I was certainly doing something beyond illegal, that even if I didn’t know that I was living somewhere in the realm of treason, I’d have turned back. The real truth of the matter is, there is just as much of a chance that I wouldn’t have even given it a second thought, which somehow puts me on the other side of the universe and living somewhere in the realm of patriotism. It’s strange how things can turn so quickly….
By James Hatton5 years ago in Futurism
Alone
Jeffrey was only eighteen when he was called to settle his mother's affairs. The fact that Laura Smith owned an apartment surprised him. He had spent his childhood in rental apartments, wherever his mother's job took them. When he figured out other kids had dads, grandparents, aunts, and uncles, Jeffrey asked his mother about his. Laura replied with a dismissive wave, saying that she and Jeffrey were better off by themselves.
By Mihai Pruna5 years ago in Futurism
Celestial Taxi
Rain started falling harder on the windshield as I drove. I turned the windshield wipers up a notch. I hate driving in the rain. I hate driving. Why am I doing this? Out of the corner of my eye I saw my black notebook on the edge of the passenger seat. I blindly reached for it without taking my eyes off the road. I fumbled around until I felt it’s soft leather cover. This notebook cannot leave me. This notebook is my only record of events. It is proof of my sanity...or insanity.
By Jamie Wyckoff5 years ago in Futurism
The Pen
It was here! Finally. John opened the package to pull out the small black Moleskine Notebook. He had grown up watching his grandmother flip the elastic band to write about her day. Now, his next notebook was here. He had hated when the delivery had not come as scheduled. Looking at the postage stamps all over the envelope he wondered what story the notebook could have told if it had written its own pages. He couldn’t even read the countries on the stamps let alone find them on the map.
By Rachel Anne Creamer5 years ago in Futurism
The Man Who Jumped
She’s pushing at the handle of the Coffee Haus door a good three attempts before she spots the sign next to it and sheepishly rearranges the items under her right arm to enable her to pull it open. I’m sitting in the corner watching her struggle. Maybe I should help but then it’s over and she’s inside, shaking water droplets from her umbrella.
By Kirk Kenny5 years ago in Futurism
