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The Fall of a Civilization #2
Hello Vocal users, Here is my second installment of my story. If you have not read the first one, here is the link! https://shopping-feedback.today/futurism/the-fall-of-a-civilization-1%3C/p%3E%3C/a%3E%3Cstyle data-emotion-css="16e5cai">.css-16e5cai{-webkit-align-items:center;-webkit-box-align:center;-ms-flex-align:center;align-items:center;display:-webkit-box;display:-webkit-flex;display:-ms-flexbox;display:flex;-webkit-flex-wrap:wrap;-ms-flex-wrap:wrap;flex-wrap:wrap;gap:1rem;-webkit-box-pack:justify;-webkit-justify-content:space-between;-ms-flex-pack:justify;justify-content:space-between;}
By Hardik Jagtap5 years ago in Futurism
Red
“Requesting back up.” It was on the tip of Officer Brown’s tongue, his finger poised just above the com at his shoulder. Then he saw a sliver of light in the back of one of the buildings across the alley. “Shit.”
By Anya Wassenberg5 years ago in Futurism
The 1950s Science Fiction Podcast. S1:E2
Start of Transcript: Introduction: Hello everyone, and welcome to The 1950s science fiction podcast. I hope that you have listened to and enjoyed episode one of the show. In episode one, I talked about 50s sci-fi radio dramas and how great they were. Today I will discuss the science fiction programs broadcasted on Television during the decade. The broadcast TV industry got started just after World War Two and started to grow. There were experiments in TV transmissions conducted during the 1930s; however, the war put a stop on any further development of the technology. Once the war was over, the commercial TV industry got started, then TV sets went on sale. By the middle of the 50s, most major cities had at least one TV station operating. The 1950s saw the extortionary growth of the new medium much the same way we saw the internet boom back at the turn of the 21 century. More and more TV sets went on sale during the 50s, by the end of the decade, TV sets were commonplace in America.
By Edward German5 years ago in Futurism
DAM
I used to be useful. But now I’m not. I suppose it was inevitable. Everyone comes to the day when they are no longer viable. Or volatile. Or virile.
By Riley5 years ago in Futurism
The Fall of a Civilization #1
Hello Vocal users, I have decided to publish a chapter 1 of a story I am writing on here! I hope you enjoy! Chapter 1: What went wrong?
By Hardik Jagtap5 years ago in Futurism
TARA
DAY FOUR Then, in the year 2138, Tara was in his twilight years. Breathing heavily, he would hop on the clouds and tear fiery leaves from the tree of the Young Blood, named by the Kuinas, the tiny inhabitants of the chocolate caves. Tara liked to lie down by the silver river, which cut through the middle of the golden valley, and slowly suck in the water through his long, green nose. Now the nose had turned red—this was the first indication that youth was approaching. He was sad about 2138. There was no need to hunt the flying bronze Ilonas. His son would bring him a frozen platter of sparkling insects. Now that the son was gone, he had to find food for himself. And it will only get worse ahead. Soon he will forget how to hop up on the clouds. Then his mother will appear—this was the only thing he looked forward to. The orange clouds flew swiftly across the earthly sky. The sapphire gaseous streams and lakes reflected the dark blue sun. Somewhere far away, a light-blue cliff glistered. Huge lemon drops of rain slowly fell upon the earth and settled among the burgundy-fuchsia grasses and transparent flowers. “Still, it’s good to enjoy everything around me,” thought Tara, “before memory begins to curl into a small seed.” He stretched to sniff a fragile yellow orb of a weed and pricked himself. Along with the red nose, he was beginning to lose experience. - 4 - Evening came, and the cold. Bracing for a long night, Tara nuzzled himself into the pink moss, and, hanging his head on a coral tree with a fuzzy trunk, started a long and mournful song which, for some reason, the Kuinas feared.
By Alena Fée5 years ago in Futurism
War of the Worlds: The Return
It was nearly one hundred and twenty years ago when Martians had launched an audacious attempt to take over and make earth their own home, spreading that red alien weed everywhere. That was until what seemed so simple to us humans was not so for our Martian invaders, they seemed to catch a common cold a virus of sorts from one of our very own earth germs, for once mother earth was fighting back.
By Stephen Scorer5 years ago in Futurism
Green Eyes and Mystic Vibes
I woke up when I heard the familiar bark of my alarm system. Someone was in the shop. I was actually enjoying my nap this time; no nightmares, no falling, no world in turmoil. Since everything fell apart I ditched my little apartment across town and taken to sleeping in the back of the shop. I felt safe and at peace here surrounded by all my crystals and of course my great dane Dharma.
By Desiree Lynne Bailey5 years ago in Futurism
THE DOG WHISTLE
THE DOG WHISTLE Frankie Twister threatened the tv with a chicken leg. “That’s the problem, you see, Janice.” Janice Twister sat next to her husband on their couch. She looked up from her pad. Her latest effort, dolphins holding Christmas trees.
By John E. Sterling.5 years ago in Futurism
Of The Astrias
OF THE ASTRIAS EXT - NASA PROPULSION JET LAB He runs through the gates of NASA, past security….
By Pilot Hayes5 years ago in Futurism
Palladilocks and the 30-50 Feral Hogs
More information about the world of Last Frontier can be found here: https://sites.google.com/larpcityproject.com/lastfrontier
By David Pulcifer5 years ago in Futurism
Pursuit of Consequence
It was early 2007 when I met God. He was in a hole-in-the-wall redneck bar in Pike County, Mississippi called Dicky’s Tavern. I thought it was kind of a shitty place for a god to hang out and it made me wonder about his character, but then again, I was there. I knew he was God because… well, I just knew. He wasn’t wearing robes or glowing. There were no angels singing. I just sat down on the stool next to him and knew he was God.
By Scott Brumfield5 years ago in Futurism