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”.
Outrun Stories #49
Dear Billy – Number #1,298 You know, sometimes it’s hard knowing what’s the right thing to do, trying to make the right choice. There are all those different options open to us, all the little different ways that we could do something, and when the morning comes, we have to live with the impact of all those decisions, all those choices. Just like I have to live with mine.
By Outrun Stories8 years ago in Futurism
Life and Production: S1 E10: The Delawarean
The Estate When Dr. Saffron Isadora Lesane had reached her house, she noticed that her husband and Zev Tal were standing in the driveway. Preston and Symphony saw their father standing with Uncle Zev. All three of the Goulding’s passengers looked eager to jump out and greet them.
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Futurism
Life and Production: S1 E9: Aspire for More
Institute a Business The steam coming up from the vents of the street beckoned the passengers to float over the concrete carpet. Though the numbers remained minuscule, some men and women and a few children held up signs reading whatever would motivate a passenger to toss a few coins their way. Zev Tal viewed a man standing on the corner. His rough beard and tattered clothing and worn sneakers spoke of despair, of hurt. Tal equipped himself with the weapon that could combat such squalor. He had prepared a few pages on his tablet of the what it takes to institute a business in Delaware. A single page, the document served as a beacon of freedom to furnish an enterprise on the free market in the state. Slick and smooth, Tal set the coordinates of his pristine midnight blue Sare File 4 from the backseat. He stretched and rolled up close to the man with the sun bleached skin and haggard face. Tal retrieved the solo sheet.
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Futurism
Women of Science
By no means comprehensive, this list is just a few of the names to know in the large (and largely obscure) world of women science fiction writers. Spanning generations, histories, and styles, these women have made essential contributions to the genre in a wide variety of ways. Unfortunately less recognized than their male counterparts, the writers listed here along with many others have made their names impossible to ignore for all posterity.
By Ridley Mons8 years ago in Futurism
Life and Production: S1 E8: The Highest in Their Actions
Deserved Its Title A pinball machine illuminated and boomed noises in an apartment. A player standing about four feet nine inches struggled to see the action of the steel ball. She was good. Her wrists responded with the constant rotation of the silver sphere(s). With every slice of the finger into the button of the game, she garnered point after point. As her score reached into the thousands then the millions and then as the score approached a billion points, the electricity failed.
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Futurism
Five Must-Read Science Fiction Novels
If you’re anything like me, you probably find yourself scouring the internet every couple of months (or weeks...) in search of your next great read. While the web is a great source of inspiration and information, sci-fi queries wind up with the same old same titles unfortunately often. No disrespect to the brilliant Isaac Asimovs, Frank Herberts, and Philip Dicks of the genre, but with thousands upon thousands of blogs, journals, and social media pages dedicated to literary suggestions and reviews, why is it so hard to find some fresh titles in science fiction?
By Ridley Mons8 years ago in Futurism
Life and Production: S1 E6: Earth's Dearth
In the World A clock struck six AM. In hurried mode, Holtzclaw Wert aroused from his sleep and proceeded to get dressed. At sixteen, he had already achieved the Presidential Medal for the Environment. He locked in on a career as a professor and excelled at his studies. From the first time that he encountered a leaf on his shirt as a four-year-old, Wert wanted to study plants. His time as a junior botanist and agricultural pupil prepared him to tackle the world around him, but something nagged him. Something was amiss in the world. Why did everyone want to burn fossil fuels and damage the sacrosanct ground beneath his feet and the trees surrounding him and the air he breathed? He wished that his hands could meld into the folds of a hollowed out stump. He fantasized for the moment where he could become a swamp and house all the newts and salamanders and enshrine himself in the solitude of a murky morass.
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Futurism
Life and Production: S1 E5: The Bloodless Battle
The Advent Financier Zev Tal sat down to study the charts. Before him, four screens displayed the trades on the exchange. He would’ve served a year of a six year sentence for insider trading. The judge gave him an option: remain in New York and face time and fines or move out of the state. Tal opted for the latter and made his way to Hockessin, Delaware. Before the charges and allegations, he earned two doctorates: one for finance, the other for French literature. He studied at the Saint Joan of Arc University in Paris, France. He spoke three languages: English, French, and Hebrew. Israel, he said, produced him, Europe taught him, and America made him. In New York, he founded his own hedge fund, Tal Capital. In twelve years, Tal became an American citizen and reaped millions in profits trading on a special financial instrument of his own creation called “rock-a-bye” bonds for their risk of trading securities at high prices and their potential for falling like the proverbial cradle. The judge would have found Tal guilty of insider trading and banished him from ever trading on the New York market ever again. But that didn’t stop him from taking up residence in Delaware. Tal encountered Trevor Lesane while attending a convention for chemists in Wilmington. On the lookout to fund another venture, Tal stepped to Lesane and initiated a friendship. With the advent of Lesane Laboratories needing investors to get off the ground, Tal stepped up as one of the first people to offer not only his money but also expertise in developing a business. While Lesane managed his funds with definite precision, Tal provided him with further know-how in the ways of money. As business partners and friends, the two formed a union which would oversee the billions in profits that Lesane Laboratories generated each year.
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Futurism
Life and Production: S1 E4: Limits and Infinitesimals
As Assured When Preston and Symphony had arrived at the Lesane Estate, they charged toward the space where the laboratory and the home met. Trevor Lesane greeted them by swooping to their level and giving them a bear hug.
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Futurism
Life and Production: S1 E3: Heat and Pressure
The Capacity to Explore In the laboratory, Trevor Lesane came up with something new. He had explored the various combinations of what particular drug would fit into his vision. He unpackaged the heroin and cocaine and sifted through each with his instruments. Without a license, without goggles or gloves, Lesane Laboratories stood as the safest, most cost efficient, cleanest space for work. Heat and pressure, he presumed, would lead to the formation of a pill which would fend off any urges to shoot heroin or snort or smoke cocaine. Found at the peak of the Great Transition (GT), which freed up producers and consumers to engage in the drug business without any legal backlash or taxes, the laboratory generated tens of billions of dollars in revenue and made Lesane a billionaire. Also, lacking a degree, he discovered all of his knowledge on the natural world by actually taking part in it. From plants to animals, Lesane cultivated a wealth of know-how over his career. He utilized this understanding in order to convert the phantasmic into reality.
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Futurism
Life and Production: S1 E2: The Time Step Blues
The Palatial Estate Preston Lesane pressed his royal blue pants and ironed his black shirt. He fixed his striped tie in the mirror. His sister Symphony dressed herself in her grey and burgundy skirt and white blouse. The middle schooler, Preston, helped his little sister gather her materials and assignments once they were both dressed. Whitney Middle School and Ashley Elementary Learning Center, Preston and Symphony’s schools respectively, offered them a private education all funded by donations and advertising. Saffron Lesane, twenty eight and standing at five feet seven inches, ushered her brood to their respective places of thinking and instruction, emphasis being placed on the former and followed by the latter. Most of her skin was the color of the the opulent spice for which she was named. She had white splotches on her skin due to vitiligo. Her face seemed to be cut from marble to form some bygone goddess. She called up to the pair as they scurried about collecting a pencil here, a smartphone there.
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Futurism
