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”.
Fallen
Max wakes up from another night of smoking and drinking, the street smells of rain and the air is cold. His head is throbbing and he's a little sensitive to the bright light of the cloudy day but none of that stops him from going to get breakfast, he takes a whiff of himself first.
By Don Anderson II6 years ago in Futurism
From Home
Raindrops fell like Chinese water torture on the Dover Air Force Base in Delaware. In little drops, the water emerged from the clouds and lightly pounded the roof of one of the buildings in slow, painful beats. But the occupants of the command center experienced no such weather phenomenon. The Internet modem continued. The passing storm had nothing to do with its functioning. The DNA machine hooked up to the computer terminal did not stop. Marine Corps Lieutenant General Dagen Cawl looked at her monitor. Her dark brown skin and green-gray eyes relaxed and appeared laserlike, respectively. She sipped Columbia’s best roast. The acidity danced on her tongue and the caffeine boosted her productivity.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Futurism
In Relation To Infinity
“For after all what is man in nature? A nothing in relation to infinity, all in relation to nothing, a central point between nothing and all and infinitely far from understanding either. The ends of things and their beginnings are impregnably concealed from him in an impenetrable secret. He is equally incapable of seeing the nothingness out of which he was drawn and the infinite in which he is engulfed.” ― Blaise Pascal
By Zander Quinn6 years ago in Futurism
Archi - part 1
“What do you think?” asked David. Jessica stared at the contraption in front of her. It was around half a metre tall, cylindrical and made from grey plastic. The domed top had a recessed panel filled with buttons and connectors. A pair of camera lenses swivelled constantly just below. The whole thing rotated slowly on wheels hidden beneath the sleek exterior.
By Ian Huyton6 years ago in Futurism
Cryptic Revelations
I was terrified and my emotions were running extremely high. I looked around to see if I could find the rest of my family. I knew they were somewhere in the house, I just didn’t know where. I had to find them but I knew they were hiding. They weren’t hiding from me. They were hiding from them. Something told me they were coming for us. We just didn’t know why. I made sure all the doors and windows were locked tight. I knew it wouldn’t stop them but for the moment it gave me a small sense of security. It was the middle of the day yet I was afraid to even look out the window. I could hear people outside screaming “why! Why! No! Please no! Stop! Help us! Somebody help us!”and then silence. Complete and total silence. My curiosity had gotten the best of me because when I looked out the window so scared and feeling helpless, I couldn't fathom what I was seeing. People I’ve known for years, people I care about being lead like sheep from their homes. Seemingly becoming transfixed, virtually hypnotized. Suddenly I could feel a presence coming towards me. Astonished, I knelt down and held my breath praying they couldn’t hear my heart pounding inside of me and the blood racing through my veins. I heard a voice from outside yell out “all clear” and I began to breath again. Not completely aware of what was transpiring around us, I knew I had to get my family together. Explain to them what I saw and and try to figure out what we were going to do next. For fear of being heard by them, I called out in a whisper to my family.
By Vision Red6 years ago in Futurism
Devil’s Advocate
The archangel Michael sat in a conference room under the harsh glare of a flickering fluorescent light. The powerful entity sat in an uncomfortable office chair. He would have looked at his watch if he wasn’t a primordial entity that existed outside time and space.
By Matthew Donnellon6 years ago in Futurism
Space Girl
2533 - 3/10 – Space Journal – Swimming Bird. It has been a month after I finished studying at Mars I University. I was able to get a decent grade, since then, I’ve been floating around earth. My mother sent me a message the other day, it was about another stupid family reunion.I really don’t want to go. Not because of my parents but because of the rest of the family, aunts and uncles, cousins, waiting for grandma to die.
By Juan Manuel6 years ago in Futurism











