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Day 3:Neon
10 PM-Neon Blood(Sector 11) Finding myself lost in the Neon, the waves of it attacking my brain. Causing everything to spin, I aint' one for the tech distractions. I aint' a fan of the Sector 11 or, as we street rats call it, Neon Blood. Deckers, Cyber Docs, Rippers, Terror, Grendels live out here in the dark.
By Jackson Blank5 years ago in Futurism
Day 1:Dead Fish
8:00 am The sky was the color of a dead fish. That odd color of pink that comes when the fires raged outside of the dome. I was sitting on the roof of the lucky Merry, waiting for the hovercar. I ain't' got nothing to do but wait cigarette hanging from my lips, 18 in the city of dreams. Ain't' got nothing but time got out of school 2 months ago, discharged due to them finding a pack of Nei in my backpack. I mean, I only use when I'm fucking bored, too bad I'm always fucking bored.
By Jackson Blank5 years ago in Futurism
I Did Not Catch That
I Did Not Catch That Captain Andrew Hawkins sat down upon the too-firm, clinical-style bunk and punched his identification code into the input display mounted beside the bed. A single musical tone sounded, seeming exceptionally loud in the all-too-quiet expanse of the ship. His crewmates were already in stasis for the long journey, having each finished their individual tasks in preparation for the interplanetary jump. For the first time since training had begun for the mission, Hawkins was alone. He felt like he should revel in the silence, considering all the chaos involved in the last few weeks leading up to the launch, but it was quite the opposite. He missed the sound of human activity; the voices of his crewmates, the chiding and joking that occurred as they went about their duties upon the spacecraft. Now, the only sounds he could detect were the low hum of the ship and his own breathing. The silence was nothing short of oppressive.
By Adrian Alexander5 years ago in Futurism
Black Goop
The year was 2023 and covid-19 has continued to ravage the world. During the three years that covid-19 has ravaged the world the united states has maintained quarantine. This quarantine started as independent states managing restrictions for travel, work, and recreational activities. As the horrific losses continued to mount, the federal government took over control of the quarantine restrictions. The first step was to make it a criminal offence to gather in numbers larger than 6. The second step was to require regular testing of citizens every 14 days for Covid. If a citizen were proven to be free of Covid then they would be issued travel cards, allowing access to grocery stores, commuting to work and other essential tasks. These drastic steps were a little too late and the population of the US was reduced to 30 million people. This led to the presidential Covid-19 Task Force, The Task Force, to be formed.
By Ricky Tucker Jr5 years ago in Futurism
Interplanetary Sunsets (Chapter 3)
It's rather hard to fall asleep in this rather comfortable room Voltrex thought to himself as he was awoken yet again by the automated air system. With the latest in AI and machine learning algorithms, the air systems here keep rooms at precisely the temperature you desire. If there's any minute flex in the room's climate, the AI rather harshly adjusts the advanced HVAC to combat the effect so the room stays in suboptimal conditions.
By James Crawford5 years ago in Futurism
Damaged Thrusters
Damaged Thrusters Hawkins woke with a start, the sound of the ship’s emergency alarm system carried over from his dark dreams. The cabin was pulsing with a dull red light, alerting him instantly that something was seriously wrong. Aiaa’s disembodied voice rang out throughout the cabin.
By Adrian Alexander5 years ago in Futurism
The 1950s Science Fiction Podcast: S1E3
Start of Transcript: Introduction: Hello, and welcome once again to the 1950s Science Fiction podcast. I hope that you have been enjoying the material I have been presenting so far. Please feel free to send any feedback via the message button on the profile where ever you listen to the podcast. You can also follow me on Twitter and leave me a DM.
By Edward German5 years ago in Futurism
Servants Of The Last Man
The day the last person died, his butler was the first to know. The butler had been standing stock-still in the immaculate and grandly-lit foyer of each and every mansion in countless simulated worlds, waiting for someone to walk through the door and take ownership of the house. Things had been this way for forty thousand, six hundred and twelve years now. Mankind just didn’t seem to need houses anymore, but the butler had performed his duty like the well-programmed AI he was and waited. Someone might stroll in at any time now, and when they did, they would want for clean linens and pressed suits.
By Tom Martin5 years ago in Futurism
Black With White Pinpricks
It’s morning and the lights cycle on with that humming sound you only notice when it’s just started. I sit up and blink and rub my face with my fingertips. My skin growls over the ridges of my skull as it moves. It’s not unpleasant. Wake up, feel something.
By Tom Martin5 years ago in Futurism
Stairs
1954 WURLITZER JUKEBOX, POOR CONDITION, DOESN’T WORK, WEATHER DAMAGE - ASKING $5K Marcus attached three photos of the jukebox and hit SEND. He placed the phone in his pocket and immediately wished he hadn’t. Now he was stuck with the hillbilly owner while they waited for his assistant’s response. The two men shifted their footing. The sunlight streamed through the barn slats at a lazy angle, and in that light turned slow motes of dust. Those sunny specks mocked Marcus, mimicking the time that was slowly passing as he waited for the hillbilly to awkwardly force some conversation.
By Tom Martin5 years ago in Futurism
