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”.
Arlo, 2185
It's the year 2185. I'm 25 years old and, truth be told, I'm not ready to die. Not yet, anyway. My name is Arlo, and if you're reading this, it would seem that we both shared the same fate of being the Immolated. Congratulations! I like to refer to it as the "Chosen One;" makes me feel better in some way. Anyway, I'd like to tell you my story since you're going to be here for a while. Don't worry, it will all make sense in the end.
By Nikki Moyer5 years ago in Futurism
A new version of life
Since the pandemic struck, life was now a series of circles. These circles were a mandatory and enforceable part of everyday life, and seemed to represent the circles of life itself, of life, and death. To some, it was like Dante’s nine circles of Hell. They were in purgatory.
By Karen Cave5 years ago in Futurism
The Goldilocks Chronicles
The strange disappearance of Carli Russel (Carli’s daughter, Sara's point of view) My mom was supposed to pick me up from work that night. That’s the first time I realized she was missing. I clocked out like usual and waited in the parking lot for her at 11pm. At 11:15, I thought she was just running late, so I decided to call her. The phone didn’t even ring. It went straight to voicemail. “That’s odd,” I thought. I texted her. At 11:30, she still wasn’t there. That’s when I knew something was wrong. I called my brother, who picked me up. He hadn’t heard from her all day. No surprise there, though. They didn’t really get along. Nevertheless, we decided to call the police.
By Carina Beck5 years ago in Futurism
Genome: Chapter 1
*presentation* Woman: Cancer, AIDS, mental handicaps, brain malfunctions, cripple born babies. These were all incurable disabilities. Those are now the past. Here at Gene co. we are on our way to making these diseases and disabilities just a whisper in the wind. We are developing a nation of perfect human beings or 'Homo-Ultimus'. A step even beyond that of 'homo-Evolutis'. Instead of making super humans with enhanced capabilities, we are making perfect humans capable of anything. Other companies claim to target an aspect of human talent and improve it to make them the best basketball player, doctor, fireman, singer, writer, actor, or anything else you choose for your child. Here at Gene co. we will perfect everything the human body and mind has to offer and more. This is something you don't want to miss out on. Being parents we all want what is best for our children, and we would be letting them down if we deprived them of their best possible future. Now ladies and gentlemen, I give you our father and founder of Gene co. Ferris Milal...
By Vision Comics5 years ago in Futurism
Returning to Eden
At Police HQ DCI Damian Diabolik sat behind his desk, surrounded by glass walls that allowed him to watch all his staff, something he did with diligence every day. He ran a very tight ship. If someone spent too long visiting the toilet, he docked their credit. Today, however, he was troubled. Another elderly person had been reported missing and her whole family along with her. She had been due to be euthanised as per state requirements because of the development of treatment-resistant arthritis but she was a no show. Ordinarily it wouldn’t have concerned him. Some elderly people got frightened, tried to flee and were later found by his department, cowering in somebody’s attic. This time, however, he was rattled. There had been at least a dozen disappearances in the last six months alone. Every police department in the country was reporting missing elderly people, or people who had developed disabilities. Inexplicably, young couples also seemed to be vanishing and this puzzled him exceedingly.
By Joanna K Jones5 years ago in Futurism
In the Beginning
Most mornings Eve woke to the memory of walking across the fog dusted freshly cut grass, the sunrise muffled behind waves of clouds. The punch of the breeze battling the humidity made her eyes water, and the leaves swayed in a hushed hiss. She remembered the warmth of steaming coffee pressed against her lips, as she listened to her father play soft melodies at the piano bench. She recalled breathing the air of warm water drops cascading from the shower head and the quiet light that sung through the windows. She relished the scent of rain beating against warm pavement, the simplicity in the joy that rainbows brought. She missed the days she spent peacefully cloud deciphering and the nights she spent wistfully star gazing.
By Jessica Harvey5 years ago in Futurism
Altered Ego
This is a story I wrote a long time ago. I actually put it up on Amazon but it never did sell. I'm considering taking it down so I can edit it. I'm currently writing the next book in what I hope will be a series but it's kind of on hold right now because I really need to figure out what I need to do to get this to become something that people will want to read. Can you help me out?
By Jacqueline Courtney Rios5 years ago in Futurism
Sojourn to the Stars
Glory to the Allerhine Could anyone be more qualified for the position than I? Who would be a better fit as commander of the 77th Valkyrie regiment than a national hero? I graduated the military academy at the top of my class, I wrote my university thesis on the victory of the Central Powers in 1919, marking the twentieth century as the "German Century". I've studied the Norse mythology on which our nation was founded in 1939 to great extent. I even performed lead roles in the Canonical Operas by our nation's most cherished cultural icon, Richard Wagner. This was much earlier in my military career, perhaps around 2021, when I was still allowed to do such things.
By Wendy Morgan6 years ago in Futurism
