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”.
A Banker's Work
Julio Hearth, hazelnut-skinned, ventured upward to the 62nd floor in a skyscraper in Wilmington, Delaware, where he joined with his partners at Fennel, Tyre, and Hearth. Their ages ranged from 58, 46, and 31, respectively. Fennel’s skin color was that of an almond and Tyre’s peanut.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
The Millennium Meeting
Four men and two women stood as the former presidents of the United States of America. They convened on Rehoboth Beach, Delaware during the off-season in late October. There was a chill that hung in the air but some folks still splashed in the ocean at 60 degrees Fahrenheit. Madam President Fredricka Cove arrived first. Soon followed Madam President Juanita Coogler, and Misters Jackson Harper, Damian Daimler, Tanner Cannon, and Sam Lionguard.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
Seat G17
As the ball soared through the air like some sky deity carrying it aloft, it soon descended into the hands of the receiver, Perry Boaz. On this Sunday in Wilmington, Delaware, the stands remained packed. Boaz held the ball like a baby, too precious for the defense to seize from him. He trotted into the end zone with the defenders trailing him. He began to dance. The rest of the team crowded around Boaz and started to flail their arms and stick out their legs in celebration. Then referee Travis McGent began to shuffle and spin around. This continued for at least twenty more seconds. Until McGent realized what he was doing.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
Gallant Bay
The private cruise from off of the shore of Delaware inspired Jamilla Massey. She could have flown her private jet, but she wanted to be closer to the water. So, she opted for the 15 man and woman crew to escort her to Gallant Bay in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. She had discovered this island from one of her partners who suggested that it would be a good place to take over for the previous CEO. The people of Gallant Bay numbered in the tens of thousands but had managed to make their own autonomous government and mini-city.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
Shoot Pink
Smartphones paired with firearms. They all synched like expensive watches on the wrists of captains of industry. One such CEO stood at five feet four inches. She had champagne colored skin and green eyes that matched her dress and pumps. She was 27 and had the wisdom of a woman twice her age. Halia Cooperson inspected the workers that tinkered on the guns in the laboratory of ThinkClick Firearms in Wilmington, Delaware.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
All White Capsule
Once it landed, it didn’t damage any buildings. It just made a deep indentation on the grass of Rodney Square in Wilmington, Delaware. It was a pill, an opioid to be exact. Shocked looks and astonished faces all made up the expressions on the faces of the populace. A traffic jam prohibited any movement of vehicles around the Square. Some people darted away from the massive pharmaceutical product. Others seemed intrigued and ambled closer. Their movements appeared to be reluctant yet they kept moving.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
The DJ Was a Doctor
Red lines from the scanner analyzed the digital device like a psychologist probes the mind. The smartphone displayed a picture and the master’s degree earned by Blythe Winnington. She smirked as the velvet rope lifted and allowed her into the dark space with booming music. A doctorate holder in economics flashed his tablet at the bouncer, Nimitz Fo. Just a few yards away from the entrance, a group of billionaires, two of them dropouts, took pictures with the newspeople. The group consisted of a wiry American Indian fellow—the skin color of cinnamon—named Horton Billings. Another was a fair-skinned African American woman named Calla Carras. The final was a white woman named Delilah Pill with cobalt eyes who held a bachelor’s degree in computer science.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
Invasion
This is a work of fiction. All copyright held by Anna-Roisin Ullman-Smith. The wind lashed around the opening into the small alcove. She sat nestled inside the gap of the stone walls, kneeling near the opening and looking out at the world below her. The weather of late had been weird and wonderful, strong head winds blew across the landscape in such a rage that the trees bent their heads to allow the angry winds faster passage. The lakes swelled with the rain water that ran from the mountains, and the water in an endless race to reach its mother ocean.
By Anna-Roisin Ullman-Smith7 years ago in Futurism
Valencia Vaunt's Vehicles
Glass on the board reflected in the light. Valencia Vaunt peered at the tiny glowing figures that represented where her cars went. As CEO of Vaunt Vehicles in Newark, Delaware, she commanded over a fleet of more than one million vehicles. Her face looked like an achievement of joy and determination. With skin the color of a plum, she was a hawk, honing in on the ordered chaos that remained on the board. A knock at the door almost broke her concentration.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
White Hat
I watched carefully as my opponent tested the waters, taking a couple steps forward. I let him, waiting to see what he would do. I could see him put something together, slowly trying to figure out how I would react. It wasn’t much, but even a slight press forward was something to be wary of.
By Thomas Phelps7 years ago in Futurism
Cyborgs Like Us
Her eyes fluttered for a few seconds. It happened like this every workday. Her alarm clock under her eyelids reflected the time: six thirty. Tyquinae Sandifer would wake up to the skies, a grayness clung to the morning atmosphere. She had charged her batteries with a wireless connection. Once she undid the the electronic bed on which she slept, Tyquinae would prepare her two children for their home studies. Her metallic arms glowed turquoise and purple. They moved like dueling swords; there existed in them a rapidity that remained precise and determined. On her left arm, the news report and the weather issued warnings of possible snowstorms. She thought, I may not have to come in today. Another thought dismissed this ideation. Tyquinae knew that she had to put the work in and earn her credits. Her legs also featured the two colors of her arms and glistened as well. She pulled them from the charging pad and extended her arm to reach her shoes. She dressed herself in the usual garb; Tyquinae donned a tunic of a blue color with matching blue bottom pumps. Once she exited her room, her little ones had already dressed and been prepared for school. The school consisted of a hologram of the teacher transmitting educational materials from a space station one million feet from the Earth. The doors locked upon her leaving the domicile and the security and surveillance systems protected the children from intruders. Their day was regimented to provide breakfast and lunch samples from the private school program. Tyquinae named her little boy, aged seven, Syquan and her little girl, aged five, Ryella.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
