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”.
Elephant on the Moon
Kitty popped round to Great-grandpa Lucas’s house for a cup of tea. Great-grandpa Lucas was sleeping after working hard all day tidying up his house. When Kitty woke him up, he said to him. “Oh, Kitty! You’re here at last. Let me show you what I’ve done to my garden."
By Chloe Gilholy7 years ago in Futurism
Home? (Chapter 10)
I see her approach my inert body with a large syringe on her hand, her fist clasped tightly around it. "Who are these people and what are they trying to do?" The question prevails in my mind, and it almost sounds like a whisper coming from the depths of my subconscious. Suddenly the doctor interrupts her operations to comment on some unimportant aspects of their job, to which she releases the syringe on a table next to me. My hand is almost at reach and I know that I can take possession of it if I act quickly enough. While they speak, my fingers attempt to touch the delicate glass, though the chains are too tight to even allow my hand to move in the slightest. Panic settles in and so does the conversation which ends abruptly as soon as one of the present medics sees me move. With a narrow nod of the head, he signals his partner to continue with the injection. However, my fingers have finally managed to grasp the item, though the woman has not noticed.
By Eugenia Moreno7 years ago in Futurism
The Aeon Event, Part 1
I remember her. I remember those days. I remember it all. Not with a fondness, exactly—not with any clarity, either. None of my memories are clear. They’re all a shimmer with lurid sheens and unnamable colors that only parrots can see. They’re all that craving for physical sensation, that need, hunger—never sated. Never touched. Always tense purity, unasked-for purity.
By Felecia Burgett7 years ago in Futurism
Domino: Revelations (Chapter 1)
Months after training for FUSA's Counter-Terrorist Division, Domino began to dim the light within his soul. Without faith nor guidance, the Dark Bearer lost his immortality, morality, and humanity. In lieu of personal thought, orders clouded his judgment. After a while of capturing or killing innocent Believers, his victims' screams grew pleasant to his ears. Their wailing cries created a tortuous symphony in his mind. To him, his swift hand of "justice" was a means to create a better world without conflict over which Entity was the most righteous.
By Dominick Piaquadio7 years ago in Futurism
Home? (Chapter 9)
"What is it?" His superior looks at him while the individual bends down to determine the cause of his disruption. I'm silent, and my body, knowingly of the situation, begins to sweat intensively to the point where a puddle is almost forming. While my hands are shaking, I switch positions so that it becomes even harder for them to spot me. I then notice his helmet which is beside him. While both men are distracted with a banal conversation about what could have hit his foot, I grab the helmet quickly and place it facing the chair, so that when they look down, the first object they are able to see is said headpiece.
By Eugenia Moreno7 years ago in Futurism
Space in Earth
Amy had eagerly left her home at Sydney, with no hesitation at all on the lively journey that impatiently awaited her, on a summer day of 2050, heading towards the flying taxi station found just 20 long parallel streets away from her city house.
By Planet Gazer83607 years ago in Futurism
Home? (Part 8)
For a second I maintain my eyes locked on the screen, wondering. We were told that humanity was to embark on a ship to save itself from catastrophe, from the so-called "End." Our mission was to head to a new planet, inhabit it, and make it ours to create a new community where human life could be reborn again so we could maintain our species. We were also told that those living on Earth, which was the majority of the population, would inevitably die in no more than a few weeks. I know now that at least one of those statements was a lie.
By Eugenia Moreno7 years ago in Futurism
