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”.
Pandemic
Dead grass and weeds fill the yards of suburban houses. Vines and shrubbery wrap around whitewash fences. A garage door creaks open a tall man in a white hazmat suit runs with two white bags towards a blue trash bin. The man stops for a moment, throws the trash in the container, and presses a button on the lid, and it incinerates. Burnt plastic fills the air with its toxic odor. He then hurries back in the garage and slams the door shut. Sweat beads off the man’s bald head as he pulls off the hazmat helmet.
By Joseph K Manibusan Jr6 years ago in Futurism
A Hole in the Moon
Zen’s Log: September 8, 2026 This is the one time I hope I’m wrong, but I am impressed that I am more right than I ever wanted to be. Why in the hell did I… never mind that Zen, it doesn’t matter. These past six years have been strangely quiet, but strangely long as well. What on earth possessed me to watch the numbers? Math. Just Math. I like math. Actually, I liked math, now I think I hate it, but I don’t understand why. I want to be right, because, well, I like being right. I also want to be wrong, very wrong. But the numbers. Numbers don’t lie, they never have. Math, equations, graphs… Three more days.
By Mia J. Mitchell6 years ago in Futurism
Mission 9, Go!
J. ‘Max’ Maxwell Approx Words 3100
By Duointherain6 years ago in Futurism
Returning to Eden
Grandma and Mary exchanged glances and then nervously looked at George, who was clearing cups and saucers away. He had stopped momentarily and was giving them all an odd look. He made a noise that sounded like he was clearing his throat, if he had actually had one, that is. He spoke in a disapproving tone.
By Joanna K Jones6 years ago in Futurism
Ponce de Leon Was Such A Bloody Idiot
Ponce de Leon Was Such A Bloody Idiot I screamed in agony for a week; burning, every cell in my body on fire. The injections were easy enough, once a day for seven days. Being strapped up in bed beside several others screaming in a symphony of holy torture wasn't.
By Frank Talaber6 years ago in Futurism
The Mysterious Mr. Jones
The Mysterious Mr. Jones "Can't say I've ever seen that before." He counted again tapping his double ended pigtail explorer tool along the row of teeth and asked his assistant to take x-rays. The dentist, Dr. Mark Huang, pronounced Wong, to his clients and customers but, on occasion, his wife would call him Dr. M. HU-ang, because she knew how much he disliked it. When she full-named him Mark knew he was in the doghouse. Mark stared again at the man's overly mouthful of teeth. The other thing that struck as odd was their size, they were about a third smaller than usual. Which would account for his rather normal sized jaw and not some hulking chimpanzee-sized jaw.
By Frank Talaber6 years ago in Futurism
Huntresses
“So, we got a new target?” I asked as Dolos sat back down at the metal table. She tapped her wristwatch a couple of times and a holographic projection of a guy came up. To be honest, I could instantly tell he was a dick. He just had that dick look: all snooty posture, fancy clothes, perfectly groomed brown hair, and an expression that said “I’m better than you, peasants.”
By Riley Julian Minnich6 years ago in Futurism
The Digital Artist
Resurrection Well, I’m turning 150 this year and I’ve finally returned to Tasmania after a long time away. Back in 2055 I was really old and on deaths door when they finally found a way to upload human consciousness into the grid. I was one of the first and was able to get most of the family on the list. Some people were nowhere near dying yet went digital anyway. The world had become a pretty nasty place. No more America after Yellowstone erupted. The whole northern hemisphere was impacted then came the War. After the fall of America and the World Wide Web, the Chinese and Europeans created the grid and that’s where I’ve been the last sixty or so years on and off.
By Chris Beck6 years ago in Futurism
Being with a Human
EMERGENCY AIR SUPPLY: 70% "Y'know, I knew this was going to happen. There were all kinds of omens shouting at me, trying to warn me. But I didn't think anything of it. I just chalked it up to some bad luck—a weird morning... My alarm didn't go off almost making me late, my order being switched at my regular breakfast place...Silly stuff... We've been floating in dead space for what? 30 days? "
By Dylan Ritch6 years ago in Futurism
Novel Extract: Yuzuko's Quest #1
My Grandfather is the greatest man alive. He may not have six abs or jet black hair anymore, but he has a beautiful soul. He gives life to objects. If you said fifty years ago that you were going to start a company on robotic welfare, the world would laugh at you. Grandpa did that and now he laughs with the world.
By Chloe Gilholy6 years ago in Futurism
