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”.
Day 8: The Burn
7:30 am Pushing the burn into my body, 8 mile run today. Puked up tar and blood, spit. It was lovely as it was there on the neon light sidewalk of sector 11. Corpie rat fucks, watching me in suits costing more than my own apartment. Giving the finger with my eyes, hands on my knees as I vomit out more blood splattering along the symbol of Neo-Transmetamorph stupid bio company, sculpting without the work for all of the flash.
By Jackson Blank5 years ago in Futurism
I Remember
The feeling of brisk air against my exterior during the long nights was precisely what I needed to recharge the body and rebalance the mind. Warm vibrational sensations soothed the soul, readying myself for the upcoming day. Surely, I simply loved the Moon, the sight of it, the fact that it always remained, still and watchful, but also there for me, and for us, in so many senses. I preferred to visit and regenerate when it was as dark as possible, as quiet, even though it was always silent upon the sand, besides the calm waters that rocked. For I was the only one with the knowledge and power to lie there. It was pleasant, to be alone for a moment, as throughout the day I was constantly followed. Followed by intrigue, or admiration, especially by those who enjoyed and absorbed my warming and brilliant self. It was time away, for myself, but as I said, it was also necessary because I was followed for a reason: I was the heart; I shed my regenerative cells with emission to restore and balance life; I was needed for sustainability.
By Jordan Gabriel Clark5 years ago in Futurism
The Oppressive Weight of Darkness
The Oppressive Weight of Darkness Darkness engulfed him. He could almost feel the oppressive weight of it bearing down on him, crushing his spirit, weighing down his soul. The sound of his own breathing filled his ears, the pounding of his heart like ominous footsteps stalking him through the night. He consciously worked to calm his breathing, calm his heart, and then he heard it.
By Adrian Alexander5 years ago in Futurism
Day 7:Clean mind
7 am Woke up too fucking early. Sitting in my hole, my cave, my pit of doom. Since I got home last night, Been cleaning worked to smell not of old takeout and dirty clothing. 12 loads of laundry running in the basement; shit, it's shocking it still runs. The machine was my father's, and before that, it was my grandmother's.
By Jackson Blank5 years ago in Futurism
Shadow in the Den
(Part one-introduction) You've just experienced some of the most traumatic events in your lifetime. The nations government has just undergone a transformation which few could have foreseen even with the slipping and welching that has been happening for years previous against the liberties Americans knew for almost 250 years. In a sweep and a flash society in America has been irreversibly turned upside down. You and you alone are the only member of your family who's not fallen ill and deceased or been taken into custody or sold to a foreign government for slave labor. You've been hiding in a remote location dug in, surviving on stashed rashens of canned goods and MREs. Only occasionally do you hear from others who have managed to evade the insurgent forces to learn what's been going on in this land that once was the land of the free and the home of the brave. But that's before the brave were done in and the free taken away. It becomes clear as you read the pages of your Bible in the dim light of your underground bunker that the time of Jacob's Trouble has begun!
By Mark Finney5 years ago in Futurism
Autonomous Life Changes
“Good day” the automated voice said as Ranold approached his autonomous vehicle. The vehicle’s front camera and sensors identified him almost immediately from his smartwatch beaming his digital identification abroad. It always amazed Ranold how fast technology paced itself in the 2020s.
By James Crawford5 years ago in Futurism
Day 4: Rip me up
Sinner Alley is where we all go to get wild, no law, no chasers, and no rules. The Chasers had been chased out by bombs, blood, bullets, and blades. So, I was packing as went in, ya know, had my trust blaster. The older model still used ammo. Got myself a few rounds from Old Crazy Eyes. He aint' want a dead runner on his hands, aint' good to get more of em.
By Jackson Blank5 years ago in Futurism
The Life of Death
Monday started just like any other. As if the day wanted to play to the stereotype, I woke up to the hissing of rain pelting my roof. The rain and my comfy bed had decided to go in cahoots with each other and plot to keep me from going to work. I did not want to get up. However, my mini pinscher, Buck, was aware of the plot by the evil Monday and came to rescue me and foil this Monday’s villainous plan. He jumped upon my bed and began to rigorously bathe me with his tongue. Monday countered his attack as ripping cloth filled the air. Buck’s toenails tore a hole in my favorite polyester, striped pajamas. He playfully nipped my neck, but accidentally biting a little too hard, he punctured my jugular and caused me to bleed to death.
By Jonathan Clarke5 years ago in Futurism
