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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”.
Under the twin moons. Part 1
The silence of the void seems deep and unending, the oppressive sense of despair and hopelessness lingers among the wrecked remains of several dark hulking forms that drift around the edge of a small system of planets like a vengeful wraith.
By Wynter Wright5 years ago in Futurism
MEN INTO MONSTERS
It is the kind of mission I’ve grown tired of doing. I am jaded and weary, a lethal combination of attributes to possess on one’s final mission of their final deployment. Weariness wears away at a soldier’s ability to react. Makes them complacent. And complacency is a death sentence to someone in my position.
By Devin Thorpe5 years ago in Futurism
Home
Tora inspected the bruises under her eyes and above her eyebrows, she pulled her cheeks between her teeth to stretch the muscles that had been suctioned under the protective equipment. The young doctor made her way towards the Q-Ward exit and leaned her worn body over the reception desk to take the sign-out sheet.
By Lauren Terese Smith5 years ago in Futurism
The Messenger
A hole was developing in the bindings on his right foot. The word shoe had been left miles behind in a ripped and tangled trip hazard. This dune should bring him to The End. He’d been saying that for hours now. Or was it days? The sharp grass stabbing the arch of his foot brought him quickly out of the mental drift; concentration needed, watch the footing.
By Dominic McGowan5 years ago in Futurism
Book of Lost Days
It was with a deep, almost preternatural sense of purpose – the kind that only surfaces a handful of times in our lives – that Mason decided to ride to the old Millford Hospital. He had been feeling cooped up in his small, basement apartment. The whining of the generator persisted inexorably, giving him headaches, while the meagre windows did little to bring in any substantial indication of the outside world. His footsteps back and forth through its modest rooms, only seemed to be retracing a journey increasingly pointed towards vacuity. In his head, he imagined them plotted out in a kind of cartesian timelapse – curving and overlapping ad infinitum, like the lines of a Jackson Pollock, stuck on repeat.
By Ben Dickey5 years ago in Futurism
The Almanac. Top Story - January 2021.
The year was 2302 and 88% of the Earth’s landmass was underwater. The ice caps had finally melted, and sea level and temperature were in a race to see who could rise the fastest. The remaining colonies lived on floating barges. The rich lived in walled cities made of steel and screens. The very rich fled for the stars many years ago.
By Farmer Nick5 years ago in Futurism
Birth of a Cynic
As Andres Romero Domerguex sat across the frosted valley from a looming mountain fortress, he took a moment to appreciate the position he was in. One thousand, nine hundred seventy other agents could have been chosen ahead of him but he was the one chosen. Some might have tried to insinuate that his success was, largely in part, due to the fact that his mother ran the institution. However, his mother did not want her only son to join the cause, fearing she might lose the last family she had left.
By Joey Rojas5 years ago in Futurism
Colonial Journal
Day one; The thing they don't tell you about colonization is that it isn't really that exciting. With the rules against chartering a planet that has a native sentient race, there is no conflict with hostile natives. Granted that means no chartered company can wind up exploiting less developed races, which is a good thing in itself. But making the journey out to a new, unexplored world in order to build a life for yourself and your family winds up meaning a lot of hard work. Which the company tells you about up front of course.
By John Randolph Skinner IV5 years ago in Futurism
The 1950s Science Fiction Podcast: S1E6
Start of Transcript Introduction. Hello and once, again welcome to the 1950 Science Fiction Podcast. You are now listening to the sixth episode for season one. The show is also the first for the new year. I hope that everyone had a great holiday season and that you have stayed safe amid the pandemic. So far, my family and loved ones have not been affected as of yet. In this episode, I will discuss the pulp novels and magazines of interest from the 1950s. This is an area I have not had too much experience in, and I have wanting to explore it further. I know that I have read a few 1950s sci-fi novels over the years, but I can't remember what titles I have read.
By Edward German5 years ago in Futurism
Hawk and Spider
Novya picked herself up, slipping once or twice on her blood-soaked hand, and sat against the metal exhaust vent that was humming quietly in the night air. After finding a comfortable position, she brought up her shirt enough to see the hole the auto-turret had blasted through her abdomen.
By Dani Grayson5 years ago in Futurism
Border Watch
Thomas had no idea why he was still out in the cold. The larger moon shining on the snow covered field illuminated no approaching enemy. Not that anyone in their right mind would be out marching in weather like this. Cold winds blew drifts of snow around, and occasional flurries still fell over the borderlands. Skirmishes were a summertime activity anyway. Winters were for sitting around a fire telling stories about attacks and counter attacks. Not for trudging through snow drifts in order to cross a nearly frozen river.
By John Randolph Skinner IV5 years ago in Futurism
