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”.
Life in 2,867
Mars was about to change, and inevitably Earth was about to change. Everything was about to change. Change was written throughout the old Earth archives. Billions of writings detailing the history of a species both poised for extinction and greatness, often all at once, often at odds with itself. Like a wild rabid beast our species ran uninhibited through history, a cataclysmic disaster rocketing toward the stars. Zoom in on any one part of human history and you’re greeted with self induced challenge and self wrought misery. Yet, you’re also greeted with those that would remake the fabric of the world to overcome those challenges and build a better future. For me, a human writer living in 2,867 humanity was a paradox. While I found the challenges of humanities’ past complex and difficult, I knew in that moment that the challenges of our future would be worse. Denying that was futile. As a student of the old archives I had seemingly watched the species great renaissances and their great declines. The pandemic of 2020 and 2021 or the moment in 2,036 when humanity merged with machine artificial intelligence. As a human writer, I understood why Mars was humanities’ inevitable future. What started as a private expedition to the red planet in 2,040 had been a disaster, and led to a fundamental redefining of society. The formation of a massive space exploration project and the construction of moon bases capable of automated ship and habitat construction.
By Jeremy Gosnell5 years ago in Futurism
A Forbidden Love
For the first time in a long time the world seemed foreign to Ella. The smell of the air and the sounds of the industrialized city fascinated her in ways she could never imagine and while these new found wonders amazed and dazzled her senses she couldn’t help but look into the next room.
By Michael Andrews5 years ago in Futurism
Into the Unknown
This is it! I think to myself as I'm getting my suit on. I am finally able to turn my dream into a reality. Mom used to be so proud of me every time I would show her my drawings of being an astronaut. She would put every one of them in her scrapbook. It still amazes me to this day how supportive she was. I'm thankful for that nowadays. She was my inspiration for doing what I did. Sometimes I would make her a drawing just to get a hug from her. She would tell me that it was worth it, but not necessary. She was always the best to me. Mainly because of the fact that I was an only child.
By Andrew Walters5 years ago in Futurism
The Movement
The city streets aren’t safe to take anymore, not since Jericho instituted The Movement. After the virtualization of nature, the population of the world became less forgiving of those who existed outside. The homeless, both animal and human, now suffer sever abuses within cities. The most recent governor of Jericho, thinking she looked powerful in glasses that are to square for her prominent nose and chin, stipulated that all open ground will, from that point on, be covered in steel spikes that run in neat diagonal lines barely allowing a foot of empty space between them. The morning after the announcement, the sun had just touched the top of the buildings when olive green clothed construction crews were out with huge industrial spike guns. I watched from my apartment window on the 15th floor as they zigzagged in tight lines, sending meter long spikes into concrete, never to be pulled out again. It’s been twenty years since they were drilled in and there is no talk of them ever being pulled out.
By Audrey Larkin5 years ago in Futurism
Permina Culture Vulture Magazine
I. Kvon opens the tray made of skittles. He was on planet JupitEquatoré-Hyujimbababa, a mish-mash of planetary substance from before and after the event horizon broke that one day - etched in the backdrop of his subconscious brain, bound to break into the light - and on a field day, like today, it had been just his little ritual to search out a spacecraft, mired somewhere in the dust...
By Hugh Portman5 years ago in Futurism
Civilisation: Chapter 8
They had known that they would have to be careful and not allow their mission to become general knowledge, but they also needed to trust people and bring people into their inner circle and ultimately it was one of these that betrayed them.
By Virgil Debique5 years ago in Futurism
Redemption
Li walked anxiously into the dark cold space. Her footsteps echoed in the distance and seemed to become louder the more she traveled into the unknown. Confused, and longing for answers, she began to turn around. As she started to retrace her steps, a voice called out to her. "Why are you here?" Quickly, she began running into the darkness from which she had come.
By Cassie Rage 5 years ago in Futurism
