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”.

Wasteland Spirits
(Disclaimer: I wrote this in high school a few years back for English class.) In the wasteland that the Old World left behind after the great war of 2070, it is rare to see someone enjoying some fresh and non-irradiated food... Yet, under the remains of an old rusty train wagon, a little girl was sharing a juicy pineapple-like fruit with her mother who was cooking the meat of one of many mutated animals over a campfire.
By Antoine Boucher8 years ago in Futurism
A Well Timed Layover
“If I could just have everyone’s attention, please. Settle down, just for a moment. Shh now.” John, the public relations officer, tried a variety of shush sounds, while making large calming gestures with an outstretched hand. “We’ll be taking questions soon, but for now, please just give me a minute to explain,” he added, before resuming the shush.
By Leon Gower8 years ago in Futurism
Alex The Inventor-Chapter 6 (Pt.1)
Chapters 1 - 5 can be read at: Deep Sky Stories & Illustrations Next: Chapter 6 (Part 2) - The Cheery Doze Receives a Very Strange Guest
By G.F. Brynn8 years ago in Futurism
And So, I Watched
In the beginning, there was only I; wandering about the vast void, utterly alone. At the time, however, I did not understand the concept of the word “Alone.” After all, how can one be truly alone if there never was anyone other than yourself? For as long as I could remember, there was only ever me. Well, there was also the mass emptiness around me. Nothingness as far as the eye could see.
By Olibia Bailey-Odom8 years ago in Futurism
A Butterfly Dreamed
In the good old days we had numbers. The numbers begat made up units of measurement to assure us that things were, in some respect, solid and consistent. Certain things, arguably the majority, were considered self-evident by the general consensus of the masses. Anyone could argue philosophy, the existence of the soul, whether or not ghosts were real; but for the most part, up was up, down was down, and gravity still worked just fine. Thinking back on it now, even the most fundamental of truths seemed a bit far-fetched. We arrogantly assumed everything before us was specifically at the face value of our collective perception. Who could have blamed us though? A tree was a tree, right? You sat under it, it provided shade, the occasional fruit or nut to eat, even wood for building. There used to be a saying that a tree by any other name would still be a tree… or was that saying about the rose? This concept would not be so frustrating if I could honestly remember any difference.
By Reed Alexander8 years ago in Futurism
Happiness Algorithms In Retreat
My name is Dr. Paku Peele, and I am the Senior Professor of Mammalian Neurostatics at the University of California, New Mojave. As Eadweard Jai Wurble, yes, that Eadweard Jai Wurble, was my student at the time of his most profound contribution to and this century's most significant development in neuroscience, I feel I should provide some explanation for what has led to the events of the past few days, although I also feel that therapy, not explanation, will be more useful to many, nay, most, as this crisis continues to unfold.
By Breyendo8 years ago in Futurism
Something to Be Proud Of
Financial Collapse, Feudalism, and Monkeys. This story based on true events (except for the scum). From the Desk of....
By Russell Anderson8 years ago in Futurism
Alex The Inventor-Chapter 5 (Pt.2)
Read Chapters 1 - 5 at: Deep Sky Stories & Illustrations Chapter 5 (Part 2) - The Giant Resurrected and a Daydream Several hours were spent uncovering the large robot from the remaining clutter of trash that he had become buried in. All during that time, Alex kept checking for any signs of activity but Big Ben appeared completely lifeless. His once powerful arms hung limp at his sides; several of the high pressure hydraulic hoses were severed and empty of the vital fluid that was needed for Ben's arms to operate.
By G.F. Brynn8 years ago in Futurism
Calibration Room
Walls of them stood in front of Apeiron as she tapped her foot aggressively. There were small ones and big ones, some hummed and others vibrated. There were planets called Proxima B and others that were only pronounced with a single syllable or sound. She smiled when the one called Earth floated in the air toward her.
By Tracy Blake8 years ago in Futurism
Together Until Death
She opened her apartment door to hundreds of sunflowers and knew instantly that he’d found her. Taking a deep breath, Cassandra stepped through the threshold, jumping from one place to another. The sound of a branch breaking behind her induced fear, and she spun around quickly as a man emerged from the sunflowers, grinning. His eyes were nefarious, though their color was bright and silver, and his face was covered in scars.
By Ciana Proctor8 years ago in Futurism
Category: Other
There was a planet once. Some say it was called Terra. Others call it Earth. It's gone now, incinerated until every last bit was turned to dust. The human race wouldn't have survived long anyways. We learned to cure cancer, we developed weapons fit to destroy an entire continent. But not even we could stop the will of a star.
By Yup Aight8 years ago in Futurism
Under Her Wing
The world had crashed and gone out the window, civilization was a thing of the past; at least on the humanity sense. I had been long gone from the city, from that scrap of the planet my father tried to cocoon me in when I was little. This was my home now.
By Sabrina S8 years ago in Futurism