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”.
K.U.R.I: The Original Galaxy Scout
Before Earth was discovered, six planets from a faraway galaxy joined together to find a planet they could all call HOME. On the planet INOS, its inhabitants were people born of the soil. They learned through visions and messages that came to them in their sleep. The one who dreamed of finding and joining other planets, he was called Liam. Because of this vision, he was appointed leader of the planet. Not long after this vision, a man from the planet Pripensi (a planet of great intellect) came to our world and introduced us to flying machines, capable of venturing to other planets and galaxies. He later divulged that he also had shared the same vision as Liam, and the message lead him to INOS. His people had called him Linus. Linus was what you would call today, a scientist. He was also responsible for a lot of the things you have now, but it took a very long time for Earth to accept them.
By Michelle Cooper8 years ago in Futurism
By Standing a War
8, January 2057 Back in for the spring semester! I wonder what this class is going to be like. I assume this journal stuff is going to be a part of it since she wants us to “get in the habit of free writing.” She won’t look into them though, she just wants us to write in them every week or so in class. Oh well, I guess that’s what I can expect taking Creative Writing. Sure as hell beats Reading Drama though. I hate reading plays, especially that Shakespeare crap. I say keep it in the past. I like writing though. Anyway, I’m so glad it’s going to be spring soon, because winter is pulling no punches. They’re still talking about another storm coming in from Wisconsin. I hate this Michigan weather. Never got any of this down in Arizona. But like I said, spring is coming.
By Sean Stewart8 years ago in Futurism
Suzi and Kuri
#KuriStory Suzie is not an ordinary kid. She is way ahead of her time and she loves the Jetsons. She goes to sleep at night with so much adventure of what the future holds. During her journey, she visit robots who own Chuck E Cheese, yet she leaves that area and travels to a kiddo movie theatre in which robots open the door when you enter and there are several magical lights going down the street. She awakens to tell her parents of the different journeys that she goes on in her dreams.
By Charlene Ellison8 years ago in Futurism
One Man's Trash...
Amid the bustle of the market, the flurry of skirts and legs and tails, was trash. It littered the streets, and like cholesterol in a humanoid's artery, sometimes it blocked off entire alleyways, dumpsters hidden so far beneath the detritus that not even the arachnarats could nest there. That didn't mean, however, that they wouldn't glut themselves on the bountiful feast and nesting fodder that the passersby carelessly tossed. It was somewhere amid that mess of debris that an odd sort of life blinked in to existence, one moment there and in the next...
By Shanelle DeJournett8 years ago in Futurism
Kuri Origin Story
The singularity is superfluous because the necessarily social nature of the human condition is such that the self is as much a part of others as the finger is a part of the hand. And if that hand is holding a cellphone, guess what, singularity unlocked! That’s the same reason I think that telepathy isn’t a great super power; language is already mind. Don’t need to read what we already have in common.
By Ben Kharakh8 years ago in Futurism
Our Kuri
#HeyKuri It was a warm spring Saturday morning when it happened. Mom and Dad were home from work, and I was glad not to be in school. The backyard was muddy and steam would roll along the blades of grass before rising up to meet the sun. Dad was cooking breakfast, while Mom rested her feet on the sofa dreamily dazed as the morning news danced across the screen.
By Paul Curtis8 years ago in Futurism
Brutalist Stories #52
Another day in the dark. Another day stranded in the night. Here for who knows how long now, supplies running low, our power almost completely gone, there’s nothing or no one left, at least it would seem, until the moans and screams come.
By Brutalist Stories8 years ago in Futurism
