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”.
The Robo-witch 3
I run from out of the camp. While doing so, I notice various lights surrounding the near dark area. They seem like they’re trying their hardest to light up the easiest of areas...they’re trying hard, but their efforts are unnoticed. Everyone is now inside with their houses, using the diamond of a rock. Pieces of the rock flow around the area with the snow, changing the way I operate slightly. I progress over the hill, at a casual rate. The witch gave up after she saw me leave. I have a feeling she knows I'll be back....
By Vincent Carre8 years ago in Futurism
The Robo-witch Part 2
As I face the witch, I move in a little closer so I can show her something that matters deeply to me and should matter to her. Her brain is fast, her knowledge is vast. I project my own illusion of one of the times we’ve shared. As she studies the image, she's in awe. A tear falls from her eye. Her face transforms to craziness, then she's back to herself… her stomach rumbles…I see, angelic signs all around me. She’s presenting herself as symbols that I understand well (I remember during my birthday she gave me different gifts). They all were symbolic to me in different ways—so I studied each one well. They're kept within the brain, the weakness of the witch; her blueprints to the witch's self-destruction. I may only separate the angel from the witch with them. They're one of the pieces to defeat her, as I see multiple symbols throughout the room. I then hear her whispers from the abyss.
By Vincent Carre8 years ago in Futurism
Pursuit of the Robo-witch
I pursue the queen-witch on the ocean nearby, taking the small boat she left laying around. I quickly bring the boat towards the waters and start the engine. The motor is struggling to start during this fierce storm—Black clouds, fierce drippings of water in the sky, the sun out of sight... An hour into the journey, the witch begins to lose my view.
By Vincent Carre8 years ago in Futurism
Nathan's Little 'Bots
Nathan studied the building plans again, shook his head, and smiled. "You really can find anything on the web," he thought as he scrolled from page to page. There were the electrical, plumbing, security, and structural plans—complete with detailed measurements. Nathan spent considerable time with the floor plans, memorizing as much detail as possible. This would be his biggest project yet and he wanted to collect as much information as he could before proceeding.
By Paul Burns8 years ago in Futurism
Evil Horizon
Among the saddest things that could happen in a life time, many hurtful things had followed a young woman from earth. It was as if misfortune had an score to settle with this earthling. A score she would soon realize was nearly too much for her to pay.
By Remidy James8 years ago in Futurism
Alex The Inventor - Chapter 9 (Pt.1)
Chapter 9 (Part 1) - Strange Change...Lunchtime for Alex had been absolutely delicious, he smacked his lips and let out a satisfied, "Ah", after guzzling down the last drops of his mom's homemade orange juice. Oh it was heavenly to be home with his mom all day long again. This was the best long weekend he'd ever had. Alex felt great if perhaps slightly lightheaded from all the work he had done that morning. He finally sat back on his chair in the kitchen, full and content. "That was the best", he sighed. Hot, gooey grilled-cheese sandwiches - oh, heaven! Alex took another deep sniff of the delicious, pungent buttery smell which still lingered from the nearby oven. A crisp, fresh breeze blew in through the open kitchen window and slowly dispersed the heavy cheese aroma as Alex finally sat back up with a smile and a full stomach. Getting up from the table, he ambled the few steps to the back door and put on his boots as he prepared to go back out to his workshop. Opening the door, Alex found his mom sitting on one of the porch steps, sipping a cup of coffee and gazing out on the heavy concealment of their backyard thicket. Alex sat down beside her and belched happily. Then much to her surprise he quietly said, "Zur-Haw", or some such odd word.
By G.F. Brynn8 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #35
“Rico, Rico, Rico,” he says, stood in front of me, clapping his hands slowly. “You’ve done so well! All these tasks we put out in front of you? Flip the bi-neural grid, nicely done in record time. Pull the quantum key from the Saudi’s, no problem. Swap out the 16 strings of the Fed’s network, done like a breeze, and still you’re here!”
By Outrun Stories8 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #34
“This is it then?” She turns to me with that smile, the cloudless, fiery orange sky behind her and that glow of blonde hair. What’s it been now since I first saw that smile? Five weeks? Five years? Who knows, we’ve been caught in a moment for so long now, the two of us, the road and the plan.
By Outrun Stories8 years ago in Futurism
Stellar Cruise Part 3
As the years long journey continues, tensions start to rise as the passengers and crew suffer through boredom... The game had not been as easy to program as Jesivel thought it would be. It seemed that it was easier to kill zombies than it was to give them life, who knew? Her mother apparently, who actually did deal with code for a living.
By daniel morris8 years ago in Futurism
Stellar Cruise Part 4
Kestra manages to make her message heard, the will of the bored zombies is begining to crumble... The past week Kestra had been under cabin arrest was the worst in history. She was so bored that she was about to rip her long furs out in frustration. The charge had been passenger harassment, which was fine, technically she had been harassing, well, everyone. But the sentence was unjustified, literally as soon as she was officially charged, she was sentenced. The captan was just after her to stop her religious crusade, just like every authority figure in the known galaxy.
By daniel morris8 years ago in Futurism
