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”.
The Families of Our Dead
The Story of Blue Crystal Seven By: Leif Gregersen “T-Bone steak with baked potato, medium well.” Dirk said to the replicator on board their ship and in a flash faster than any microwave, the perfect meal was behind a small window in the wall in front of him. He cut off a piece of the juicy meat and savoured the taste in his mouth as he chewed.
By Leif Gregersen6 years ago in Futurism
Interplanetary Sunsets (Chapter 2)
Quite ironic Voltrex thought to himself as his car neared the enlarging lunar rock. One of the newest customers... and I'm sent to their furthest outlet away. Windows glittering in the sunlight silenced any further inward conversation as the nearing city exposed its details. "Welcome to Strong Rock, Home of our first steps" a sign read as his ship sped by to its destination within the moon's capital city.
By James Crawford6 years ago in Futurism
Divisible (Ch.7)
catch up here: ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN Disclaimer: The racial epithets and slurs used in this chapter are not intended to malign anyone, nor to reflect the attitudes of the author. Though some aspects of this work are inspired by real life events and people, this work is fictional and such words are only included as part of a narrative. After all, white supremacists do not censor themselves and I do not intend to show them as anything other than pure evil.
By CT Idlehouse6 years ago in Futurism
Back in the Chair
The end was a message in a bottle, locked in a chest, left behind in an abandoned castle at the heart of a forest. Tara leaned back in her chair, watching the leaves slip by, and smiled. The carriage was making good time along the roads, rickety as it was and uneven as they were, and the breeze carried the faintest smell of woodsmoke in through the quarter glass. Overhead, she could hear the coachman grunting commands to the horses from his perch, and beneath her she could feel the thrum of the wheels turning over beaten earth. The trees were tall and uniform, blurring into one as they rushed past her window; they stretched out in every direction, as far as the eye could see. It was like a mirrored corridor in a parlour trick, reflecting itself onwards forever.
By Alex Aldred6 years ago in Futurism
Alex The Inventor - Chapter 13
Books 1 & 2 (to date) can be read at: Deep Sky Stories Chapter 13 - Revelations From The Map Jim Cash and Elliot Jansen walked the few paces up the gravel driveway to the front door of Wallace Chater's home in thoughtful silence. What their next steps were to be after they confirmed their suspicions was not yet clear but then, most ventures where lives are concerned are not without uncertainty. Knowing Alex's Faraway's age had been accomplished instantly via the Delta Courthouse internet registry which showed Alex's date of birth to be only twelve years before. It had then been just as simple a matter for Jim to do another online search of the staff members in the registries of the three elementary schools in Delta-Town. Sure enough, after only the second school, the name Wallace Chater appeared on the secure webpage displayed on Jim's in-car computer. These two minor investigations had been accomplished while enroute to have their cup of coffee at Rosie's Diner.
By G.F. Brynn6 years ago in Futurism
He Was a Million People and One
He was a grandfather lying in his bed, surrounded by loved ones. His body bore the scars of time. His face carved with lines from some cosmic sculptor. His body broken. Each breath building towards his last one. His family was with him. He knew it was coming but didn’t want them to know, and right before the last gulp of air, he smiled.
By Matthew Donnellon6 years ago in Futurism
G-Pa Is That a Unicorn?
Did you ever try explaining to a six-year-old what happened to the dinosaurs? Fifty years ago, Martha and I had taken our three children to the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History. I remember the many lifelike exhibits vividly. Especially the dinosaur exhibit. Looking up at the Diplodocus fossil was like staring up the side of a skyscraper. Intimidating as it would be to meet one alive, I felt sad because these magnificent creatures no longer existed.
By Don Feazelle6 years ago in Futurism
'Doctor Who': "The Witchfinders" Review
Warning: Potential spoilers for the episode ahead. The word "quintessential" is a fun one. Behind is the idea of something that is most representative of something. If, as a Doctor Who fan, I looked at Series 11 and was to pick the episode from it that represented the series, there's a strong possibility that I would pluck for its eighth episode, "The Witchfinders."
By Matthew Kresal6 years ago in Futurism
OFP
Her caramel skin couldn’t save her. Her Master’s Degree in Computer Science couldn’t save her. The rank of major couldn’t have prevented this. The blue and white sheets that stretched just under her chin only served as a modest comfort blanket from the hell that she just went through. Her mind was afire. It was 4 AM. The lights illuminated. She looked down at her bracelet which read her name and blood type. She laid in a Naval hospital and watched as the nurse entered the room to check for vitals. Nurse Vivian stood at about five foot seven inches and walked over to her and spoke. Ophelia feigned sleep.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Futurism
A Walk in the Park
“I'm sorry, Sir—but are you completely mad?” My assistant, Jonathan, asked me on a particularly brisk Thursday morning as I enlightened him to my proposition. We were walking in the park opposite the Venusian Experimental Celestial Colonisation Laboratory in which we both worked. “You want to—what?” he asked again, in utter disbelief.
By Jake Mansbridge6 years ago in Futurism
