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 Guardians of the Realms
Introduction 1: The Beginning Long ago, the world of unknown was created. Eight realms were created with civilizations and creatures of all kinds. But, later on through life, Resurrection Day occurred. Heroes, villains, soldiers, and warriors of all kinds died protecting the lands they love. About fifty years after, new heroes arrived. However, new heroes means new villains to face. The era of New Days Heroes has finally begun.
By Gavin Cole Lynch6 years ago in Futurism
Rebirth
It was late evening when she found the wild onions. She looked around and sniffed the air before cautiously put her head down and started eating them. Since the humans disappeared it’s been hard going. For a little while it was good. There were plenty of scraps in the garbage, but they soon spoiled. She soon started hunting cats, after seeing some of them eating human remains. Now, they too were scarce, and things have gotten much more dangerous. Sometime ago, she saw what she thought was a human. She ran up to it, barking with joy, then it turned around. All she remembered was the yellow eyes and a sharp pain. She has three long scars on her side from that day.
By Eddie Loud6 years ago in Futurism
Interview with an AI
Interview with an AI Captain Harris flipped through the large report. It was filled with technical specifications and numbers of all sorts. Lots of data on artificial intelligence tests. High scores on all of them. Dee Harris didn't care about any of it. She just knew his ship was launching in a week and it needed an AI.
By Michael J Pennington6 years ago in Futurism
Alex The Inventor - Chapter 12 (Part 4)
Chapter 12 (Part 4) - The Menace Found... Alex trudged through the darkness, deep in thought, musing about his two wayward mechanical companions. He had never considered Legs or Big Ben his friends—at least not in the human sense—and yet... he still cared for and worried about them. Alex sighed and shook his head at the paradox and drew his collar up to ward off the chill night breeze. Hopefully the two oddly-behaving robots hadn't travelled very far, and his walk would be a short one. That old Ben was alive again was a miracle, but that he took off under his own power to do God knows what was an absolutely fascinating mystery that Alex had to find an answer to. The wind blew more sharply against his face as the boy picked his way through the shadows—the weak beam of his flashlight a mere candle flame beneath the over-arching night-world. The path the two robots made was deep and still fresh in the dry dirt, and so Alex followed. Wending this way and that, crookedly among the piles of scrap, the robots' tracks seemed to be headed toward a now-familiar area of the scrapyard:
By G.F. Brynn6 years ago in Futurism
Day 3 Morning
I kept going back and forth in my mind, should I call it it, or should I call it her? I did build her to be in a relationship with me. I suppose I will call it, her. She did not sleep through the night, she was on a low power state. Even though she booted up, there were still a lot of updates that needed to happen so that the software was safe. Parts are cheap, very true, though that does not mean I want to keep buying new parts because of a malfunction. So I would rather her spend time downloading everything she needs to run properly.
By Come Again6 years ago in Futurism
'Nero's Fiddle' Book Trailer
Chapter 39 Excerpt from Nero’s Fiddle ©2014 “Maybe another minute or two–” she stopped. She’d been aware of a noise in the woods for the last few seconds. Assuming it was nothing more than wind rustling leaves, she hadn’t been concerned about it. Until she realized there was no wind at all. She now recognized the sound for what it was: the rustling and crunching of underbrush indicating the sound of movement.
By Penny White6 years ago in Futurism
Day 1
It was late, and I did not need the clock to tell me that. My earphones played the song I was hooked on in a loop. It had been a few hours and I was getting the itch to switch to something different as it felt more like one long never ending song, as opposed to a song on a loop. It took me hours, but I finally figured out that it was a hardware problem and not a software problem. In hindsight all those early hours troubleshooting programs was worth it just to be sure, though that did not help make me feel better. At this point I made a list of all the components that I needed to change, took a shower, and went to bed.
By Come Again6 years ago in Futurism
Persona Non Grata
"HARFILDOOP, eh? Changing jobs is it, then?" The older man squinted a bit as he looked him over, then smiled kindly and motioned toward the wooden chair in front of his desk. He was wearing the typical office outfit of a tie, shirt, dress pants and shoes.
By John Ridgway6 years ago in Futurism
Thessler, Keeper of Pigs
Thirty nine million two hundred and forty six thousand years before our story takes place, massive shifts in Plate Teutonic's wiped out the last vestiges of Earth's civilization. Long ago forgotten, no one alive knew about a planet called Earth, or the civilization that spawned their species and sent them on great ships out into cold, black space, after they destroyed their original host planet, leaving their once green and blue Eden black and brown, as dead as the sterile vacuum of space that replaced the sweet oxygen of the atmosphere.
By John Ridgway6 years ago in Futurism
