science fiction
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49
Trial Number 1 “Man, they sure are making a lot of errors with the software,” I said to myself as I anticipated my turn to use this new matrix software. There were 50 people selected to come to the designated secret area to test this out. I was number 49. Everyone who had been in the testing room made the computer malfunction. I was sort of scared, so I tried to walk away, but then...“Test Subject Number 49!!” That was me. They had yelled this out to notify me and anyone else that my test was underway. “OK. So, young man, have you heard of the movie ‘The Matrix?’” Said the very old scientist. He was a very nice man, though. He had on a white lab coat with goggles to shield his eyes in case something were to happen. I paused for a moment before saying “Yes, sir. I have watched the movie plenty of times.” “Well then,” he added, “Let's get started. This test is to help regular civilians like yourself see the world that that movie was based on.” I replied, “Ok, I think that I can handle that.” After I said that, I heard weird noises coming from the machine, but thought nothing of it. “Test Number 49 will commence in t-minus 5 seconds.” said the computer. Once it started, I saw 1’s and 0's just like in the movie. A couple of seconds later, I was in an Augmented Reality Sequence that allowed me to do anything that I could think of! It was weird at first, but I got the hang of it after a few minutes. A couple of seconds after I started to get the hang of things, the software sort of lagged and glitched, but I thought nothing of it. “Really? It’s 2045 and we still have laggy software?” I said, shaking my head. 20 minutes later, the world went back to normal. The scientists behind the glass were clapping and cheering, oblivious to the computer’s weird sounds and sparks. After I walked out, I was escorted out of the building by militants with AK-47’s. I ran outside ready to tell my older cousin what had happened. About 2 minutes after I got out of the building, the alarm started to go off. The 50th test subject and 4 of the 5 scientists are still inside. I'm running away alongside the 5th scientist when, “BOOM!!!” the whole 1st floor of the building blew up, leading to a chain reaction of collapsing floors. The other 4 scientists are dead under the debris. The 50th test subject...the 50th child, is dead, with them.
By Biggy432 a5 years ago in Futurism
Empire of Dirt
Hello! I am pleased to announce the very first issue of Empire of Dirt. I can already tell this is going to be a very exciting series that I cannot wait to bring full circle! This series will be posted the 1st and 3rd Sunday of every month. Be sure to check out boxheadbooks on Facebook, follow @boxheadbooks on Instagram, and subscribe to my email list at www.boxheadbooks.com and maybe shop around a bit to see if you like any other books there! Anyway I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it, and as always, remember to #ReadOutsideTheBox
By T.L Oberheu5 years ago in Futurism
Infinity’s Hack
When Matthew got back to his small apartment, he had to deal with the dishes his roommate had left in the sink. Crusted layers of cereal and milk cemented in place with a liberal slathering of sugar encasing it took a toll on his willingness to tolerate living with Robert. They had been friends since 5th grade. Robert was not a bad guy, but he was sometimes hard to take. Matthew’s Highschool crush had shocked him by confessing to a major infatuation with Robert right before he came out publicly. This lead to a tense few weeks that Had oddly cemented Matthew and Robert’s friendship. They would be friends for life, but living with him was enough to drive a saint to murder.
By Ralph Quisenberry5 years ago in Futurism
Infinity's Mousetrap
Wednesday morning, at 8:00 am, Stephen was still charged up with hope and imagined success. Bleary-eyed but freshly shaved, he pulled into the parking lot of the office park. His dark, brown hair was short enough to not be a problem in the brisk breeze. All around were the sterile and abandoned buildings. The office fronts stared at him as he passed, their vacant windows watching like the eye sockets of a bleached skull. He kept expecting a tumbleweed to roll past.
By Ralph Quisenberry5 years ago in Futurism
RANGA
The Voldor Station was busier than usual. Ships full of humans, aliens, cyborgs, and cargo boarded and departed from the docking bays. Flashes of light lit up the space's darkness as new ships appear while old ones depart in warp drives. The announcers' voices echoed in multiple languages throughout the station. A rusty-looking passenger ship landed among one of the docks, opening the doors shortly afterward. Among the passengers exiting, three humanoids squealed and whooped with delight as they pushed their way through, knocking down a couple of passengers. Each of the three wore black jackets with glowing neon stripes streaking down their sleeves, torn skin-tight pants, splattered with mixed colors of blue and purple, and spiked gloves.
By Michael Hawkins5 years ago in Futurism
Reign Bow
Everyone feels differently. How one person experiences anger will never be the same as someone else's. But everyone feels. And Bow was no different. When Bow was born she had a bright yellow glow around her. Her eyes glowed yellow and the more she smiled, the more the yellow intensified. When Bow fell asleep, the glow went away. And you could see her beautiful chocolate skin. The doctors were baffled. Before Bow could go home, doctors ran many tests to see if there was anything wrong with her. But they came up with nothing.
By Akilah Simpson5 years ago in Futurism
Stones and Secrets
“Well this sucks.” Phara kicks at the solid steel door keeping us trapped inside the holding cell. “‘Sucks’ doesn't even begin to describe this situation.” Ristim points out, walking up next to her. He touches the door almost gently. I know he’s just looking to see if there was a way to get out of this. Which there isn’t.
By H. A. Quantz5 years ago in Futurism
Galactic baggage handler
Earth. Who really knows when? I mean, what if you were an all knowing consciousness and you had gotten so bored with taking to yourself you decided to make up a world that mimicked one that you had created back when you were a teenager (in god years that is. like, way back eh?).
By Eric Morrison5 years ago in Futurism
Infinity's Mousetrap
Prologue Alontheus broke into the lab with relative ease. The computer took a little more effort. Their research was impressive, but sloppy. It was as if most of the work had been done by competent researchers and then slapped together by lesser scientists in a rush. The foundation of the research was solid, but the conclusions and the suggested actions were flawed due to sloppy follow up.
By Ralph Quisenberry5 years ago in Futurism
