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”.
Lone Wolf: Predator in the Snow
For the past three hours, it's been snowing, covering the ground in a thick blanket. Lone Wolf remained in prone as he awaited for excavation. Though he was covered in ice, he was quite warm, using a heating device that he took from one of the troops he killed earlier, a device he is now lying on top of, to keep him from freezing. A wolf howled in the distance as the snowy wind blew softly, though Lone Wolf remained still.
By Michael Hawkins8 years ago in Futurism
Guy Toad
Once upon a time there was a little toad named Guy, named after the national treasure, Guy Fieri. Guy was a dashing young lad sporting a very sharp Hitler Youth, blonde haircut. One day, Guy said in an angelic scream, “I’M GOING ON AN ADVENTURE!” as he was sucked into the void.
By Alexander Ender8 years ago in Futurism
Alex The Inventor - Chapter 9 (Pt.3)
Chapters 1 - 9 can be read at: Deep Sky Stories & Illustrations Chapter 9 (Part 3) Big Ben Back at Work Meanwhile, in the darkness, back at the scrapyard, Big Ben the massive construction-bot was indeed alive once more and now idling passively after having chased away what he perceived to be a trespasser on his work-site. Being a diligent construction site robot, Ben was always on the alert for unsafe working conditions in his domain. His infrared sensor correctly detected the boy (his Foreman), the tall female (the Boss), and a tall male, an (Authorized Assistant) within the workshop. The second tall male, an (Unauthorized Trespasser) whom Ben had never before cleared as "Safe" was promptly expelled from the hazardous work-site.
By G.F. Brynn8 years ago in Futurism
Visitors from the Future in Our Past
The moon had taken the night off and the city was experiencing a power outage due to a recent storm. For the residents of Wayville, OK, this was a normal part of life during the volatile tornado season. Luckily, there had not been a tornado today, but the storm had raged enough to damage some of the transformers in town. The blackout allowed Ezra to peer into the past through the stars in the sky. As he looked toward Cygnus, the Swan, he began to remember the nights that he spent awake as a child thinking of the immensity of the universe. While other children dozed off to experience myriad dreams, he laid awake wondering how the universe could be so large and limitless, how it continued to expand, but was beyond the comprehension of the human mind. Ezra recalled being filled with a sense of awe and wonder, while simultaneously fighting back a fear that began in his bones and seemed to grow exponentially through his body. As a child, he would wonder where he fit in the vast cosmos and tonight was no different. Lost in thought and beginning to feel those same feelings from childhood, Ezra was startled by a hand on his shoulder.
By Cody Perry8 years ago in Futurism
Cleaper
Hello out there to you reading this. You will know about me soon. Before I was killed by one of my clones, I put myself into the Package. The Package is a porthole into another dimension. I have been lost in here ever since. I go by the name of Switcher.
By Kyle Shamburg8 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #47
He stood at the window, glass of scotch in one hand, silk robe wrapped tightly around him, looking down on the neon-city far below, watching all the little people going about their business as he probed them, jumping mind to mind, trying to find something interesting.
By Outrun Stories8 years ago in Futurism
Seeking Sentience
Many have approached me in the past and questioned me regarding my opinions on artificial intelligence. In the past, my answers have varied greatly, from indulgences to the greatest theories regarding artificial intelligence, to my flat-out refusal of the fears of artificial sentience and superiority. Now, you would find my answer quite different, I would question you first, as to why you wished for artificial intelligence. What purpose do you intend for this newly born mind to serve? Furthermore, would you intend for that intelligence to be human in nature? When you gave the obvious answer, that yes you would want it to reflect our own superior intellect, I would question why.
By Caleb Sherman8 years ago in Futurism
Where Do We Go from Here?
“Science fiction is dying. Everything is science fact now.” Wrong. Science fiction will die only if the world ends tomorrow. Otherwise, what is not, will become. As ever. Cycles will spring from each new baseline; invention will remain inspired by our current and future capability.
By Joel Eisenberg8 years ago in Futurism
Carthinova
The grass was lush here. Those who reside on No Man’s Land knew not of what lie beneath the gaudy foliage. We were blanketed in the thick black of early morning, the Stars our only source of light. Pegasus was hanging low in view. The street lights off, our descent into the tunnels below was made easy. For the safety of the public, a curfew had been enacted between the hours of 9pm-7am. And yet, here we were.
By Alastor Kommer8 years ago in Futurism
Brutalist Stories #46
There’s a futility in their action, but there’s hope. At least they have that. They built this vast, vast hall out of the last of the concrete, out of the last of the wood, out of the last of our labour and physical strength, out of the last of our knowledge so we could perhaps float away into our extinction with a moment of clarity, a moment of beauty.
By Brutalist Stories8 years ago in Futurism
