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 #41
This was the sort of place you went to die. When youth was all you had left to give, and even that had run out, there wasn’t much else that you could do other than go to a place like this and it took in all sorts. You’d walk in and every time you’d be surprised by all the different types you’d have in there. The amount of people never took you by surprise, but the types certainly did. Business man to family man, down and out to yuppie, I swear I’ve even seen a few clerics in there. Everyone’s got a problem at some time or another, and more often than not, when that problem runs too much, too high, too bad, you end up here and you better hope that you had something decent to sell in that brain of yours, otherwise, that’s when the real trouble would kick-in.
By Outrun Stories8 years ago in Futurism
Brutalist Stories #41
He sits and lowers his head and takes a long breath. There’s a sandwich on the table next to him he’s just prepared for himself and he’s considering eating it, but first he just needs a moment. A second to close his eyes and breathe, lowered head, rubbing the worn knuckles of his hands with his leathery fingers. Trying to warm the joints, habitually trying to loosen sore and old bones, knowing it never has any effect, but doing it anyway.
By Brutalist Stories8 years ago in Futurism
Review: 'Descender Volume One: Tin Stars'
-Non-Spoiler Section- Descender succeeds in taking an overdone concept, robots turning on humans, and creating a beautiful story that is told as much through it's minimalist watercolors as through the writing. The universe Lemire creates feels fresh and original and is teeming with story opportunities. Early on you recognize that the robots take on a fantasy level realism. The characters all have defined and conflicted personalities. It all comes down to how the art sets the mood and narrative choices make the plot feel fresh.
By Christopher Sarda8 years ago in Futurism
Brutalist Stories #40
“Yo, Billy!” Winston shouts at me from across the way. “Yo, Billy get your ass over here!” I pull my fangs out of the neck I’m chewing down on and turn to him as the blood continues to pulse out of my victim. What the fuck is he doing? Whatever it is, it can wait until I’m done here. A few more seconds, a little more to quell the lust. It’s been weeks since we’ve fed and I’m making the most of it while we have the chance.
By Brutalist Stories8 years ago in Futurism
Brutalist Stories #39
“What the fuck is this, and how did I get here?” I say as I turn to face the breathing sound behind me. There’s a girl stood there dressed in red with a kind smile edging across her face. Her blonde, bobbed hair shines in the amber light; the gold rim of her round spectacles glints at me as she tilts her head slightly and simply replies, “You have to believe.”
By Brutalist Stories8 years ago in Futurism
Most Famous Utopias in Sci-Fi Movies
Throughout sci-fi's existence as a genre, the subject of utopias and dystopias has been a major theme among writers. In fact, there are entire genres of dystopian literature that play off those concepts—and how surreal utopias seem to be.
By Rowan Marley8 years ago in Futurism
Evil Horizon (Part 3)
The Meido remained in its position in the royal purple nebula. The exterior of the hull still mended and closed where explosions from before had tore open its skin. Only now as it had been sitting idle, would it have the completely dedicated resources to mend at high speeds. The Meido was a warship. Able to recover very quickly. This however did not mean the ships AI was happy or content with its role. It was a perplexing situation when the thing the Meido was created to do; was not interested in anymore.
By Remidy James8 years ago in Futurism
Lives of Future-Past - Chapter 4
Chapter Four Earth After calming his nerves somewhat, Max had set all flight controls to automatic and was resting in his sleeping quarters. The good thing about Side Space was that, as far as anyone knew, there were no dangerous objects floating around. He could relax and enjoy the ride. The navigation was automated via the hook drive and on-board computer systems. Once certain coordinates were reached, the drive would disengage and the ship would drop into normal space at the velocity the craft was at when it had initially entered into the rift.
By Steve Benton8 years ago in Futurism
Brutalist Stories #38
A man with a broken back sits in a dark room, there’s filth on the walls and no one cares. A small window lets a crack of light in from the outside where ash falls from the grey sky. There’s the sound of some children crying, their eyes are burning from the soot and chemicals in the air. A mother leans her tired body against a wall and watches them, she lights a cigarette to help drive the death into her quicker.
By Brutalist Stories8 years ago in Futurism
