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”.
Brutalist Stories #54
The hole appeared one day. 24 hours later, people began to disappear; it’s been going on for decades. For what reason or for what end none of us know, despite our best efforts. There’s plenty of us still free, there’s plenty of us left to try and fight and figure out where they’re taking us… all in vain.
By Brutalist Stories8 years ago in Futurism
Dive In: Part 1: Prologue
It never takes long, once a new technological system emerges, for multitudes of improvements to start popping into existence. Take the cellphone, for example. In the 1990s, the cellphone was a giant brick that, while slightly convenient for those who traveled, was bulky, brick-like, and had an uncommon appearance in the average home. Less than thirty years later, that brick has become a nearly weightless, pocket-sized device upon which calls are the least used function. They have become a necessity to everyday life, and it has become unusual to see someone without one.
By Mythrial Of Glenn8 years ago in Futurism
Brutalist Stories #53
I’m stood and trying to remember the days of the South West Four. That group of men and women that tried so hard for so long to bring about change. What did they do in the end? For all their hardship and fight and grit, there really wasn’t much they could do. Two men and two women against the Party that had the entire resources of the interplanetary system behind them? No, not much good, not much hope there, but they tried.
By Brutalist Stories8 years ago in Futurism
Home?
My eyes open slowly, unable to adjust to the bright light which filters itself through the glass of the cabin I have been sleeping in. The compartment opens, releasing me from its claustrophobic space and indicating that it is time to face a new day. I simply lay there, waiting for someone to force me to get up although I know that in this spaceship any sense of community, companionship or dependence does not exist. I hear complete silence, only broken by the distant sound of rapid footsteps, as if their tardiness could cost them their lives and in a sense, that is true. The few who managed to conquer the disease and catastrophes which shook our planet found themselves obliged to maintain the survival of our species by going into a spacecraft which has the purpose to take us to Galaia: a second Earth, somewhere in a remote solar system, far away from our beloved Milky Way in which the Earth and the majority of the population are now rotting in isolation, with no government or individual to take care of them and impose some form of order or sense of morality.
By Eugenia Moreno8 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #59
Video available here: YouTube I’m just sat, completely numb. I’m just staring at this fat man in front of me and trying to make sense of it all, any sense of what happened, what went on, why she’s dead and I’m alive. There’s nothing more I can do now, so I just start talking.
By Outrun Stories8 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #58
Video available here: https://youtu.be/JcejcOx5uy4 Chapman’s putting on his best poker face. “So, you’re in, right? You go deep, you’ve had the needle, you’ve got the transfer, but you’re still no closer to Carla? We need to know who had her, Cutty. We need the boss man, we need to bring him in, for what he’s done.”
By Outrun Stories8 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #56
Video available here: https://youtu.be/tq_AHXTF-0w He’s on the edge of his seat now, fat, balding and sweaty old Chapman. This case might make his fucking career, give him that pension he’s always dreamed of, well, I’m not going to disappoint, am I?
By Outrun Stories8 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #55
Video available here: Youtube “Yeah, promises, right? Just like the government promised to try and help the incident zones out? Just like the people in the unaffected areas said they’d protest for us. Just like you agency spooks said you’d do something about the mutants in the past,” I say and grimace.
By Outrun Stories8 years ago in Futurism
The Shape of Things to Come
He didn’t like the idea of the foil hat. He didn’t want to become the mad stereotype the cheap tabloids make a joyous mockery out of whenever there are spare pages to be filled. But he needed protection. He didn’t want to be the crazy, dishevelled man who hadn’t showered or shaved in weeks that sits on his front porch, shotgun barrels resting on his legs, spoiling for a fight he’s confident is about to explode into life. And yet that is who he has become.
By Phil Weller8 years ago in Futurism
