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”.
Resolution
I post many of my thoughts in areas that mean a lot to me. Areas where, yes, my thoughts will be heard with at least...compassion. I do not know all the answers. I likely never will. I am not a highly educated person, but I am a moderately educated person who has a good grasp of morality. My thoughts and principals were formed in many, many ways from the classic science fiction I read as a teen. No, I will not be able to quote wise philosophers without research. I am okay with this. I feel we have gotten here based on those things...we need a new perspective on our world to survive. Perhaps the answers lie not in philosophy, or anything we acknowledge as valid, but in the realms of what our society thinks is fantasy. This will be my attempt to explain.
By Leif Helason8 years ago in Futurism
Duck Duck Goose
For Jesus and William S. Burroughs on the occasion of their birth. Duck Duck Goose was a comedy show starring a duck and a duck-billed platypus, both uncreatively named Duck by the show’s creator, a scraggly old bush pilot and ornithologist named Goose Faberbacher. The gimmick was Goose taught the two animals to talk, but the duck as the token dummy of the show failed to learn, so Goose and the platypus would pingpong quips and jabs and puns while the duck remained a stupid duck.
By F. Simon Grant8 years ago in Futurism
Myrmidon
Myrmidon :oR: The Organ Damage of Puppet Shows Dexter Opopanax Jr was a ventricle who suddenly gained sentience and burst from the chest of his father, Dexter Opopanax Sr., splitting off from the other three fourths of his heart through blood and bone to be born two days before Christmas, killing his father instantly, on his birthday by coincidence, now the birthday of both beings. Cecily Opopanax, who’d been checking ovulation charts for optimum fertility, now splattered with blood from the emerging ventricle, heard the eviscerated organ speaking, tube edges coming together as a mouth: “You are my mom. What adventures you must have planned for me!”
By F. Simon Grant8 years ago in Futurism
Alex the Inventor - Chapter 2
Read Books 1 & 2 at: Deep Sky Stories The Evil Not Yet Gone... Within the secret world of insects, there is harmony and cooperation in each of its communities. There is a hierarchy within each cooperative group as well where some serve others and the colony as a whole may also serve a single, ruling insect. However, it is also a world in which life and death struggles for survival and dominance occur. It has long been a known fact that every bee hive must have a Queen Bee in order to survive. The queen is served and fed by all the other bees and she, in turn, provides the hive with new offspring to continue their existence. The drone bees will defend their queen to the death against any outsiders who wish to invade the hive and it is also this vicious instinct which will prompt them to war with others of their kind. The Queen Bee is the ultimate figurehead of authority to these blindly obedient creatures. The bees constantly communicate among themselves to support their hive or to quietly declare war against another. In the wild, war is only declared where food or living space has become scarce, and it was for the latter that the Others declared war against Alex Faraway's people. The humans just didn't know it yet. The Others, both Flies and Spiders, had lain dormant inside their oil pods on the two moons of Mars, or nearly dead, lying scattered and buried under the cold Martian sand. Eons dragged by since their untimely defeat which was caused by the arrival of an unforeseen comet-world when they were on the brink of victory. The surprise attack against their Martian Masters had been all but successful up until that moment. The sudden arrival of the rogue planet and the resulting destruction caused heavy casualties equally among both Martians and Machines. Thus the Others, who survived stood themselves down, still and silent in the frigid and hostile world which Mars quickly became. In their virtual state of death, they were resigned to wait with long patience for a new change or opportunity to arrive. Ten thousand years later, with the ticking over of the 21st Century, a new dawn approached for them. The arrival of the first curious Earthers was a chance that was better than any of the creatures could have hoped for. They seized upon the arrival of the first remote rover vehicles, destroying them in full view of their cameras. The arrival of the excited and gullible Earthly explorers was almost immediate and enabled the cat-sized Flies, one-by-one, to be reborn and activated again. For the Flies, and especially for Zin, The Dreaded One, the best plan was also the simplest: allow the humans to re-activate them, then wait and rebuild until there were enough of their numbers to betray and destroy them.
By G.F. Brynn8 years ago in Futurism
What if D-Day Had Failed?
When Group Captain James Stagg of the Royal Air Force (RAF) met Eisenhower on the evening of 4 June, he and his meteorological team were unable to give him a firm enough assurance that the weather would improve enough for the invasion to proceed on 6 June.
By Kevin McClintock8 years ago in Futurism
Deathwatch, Chapter One
Beck sat in the blowing dust, waiting for her family to be killed. The thin particles stuck to her face, darkening where they merged with her tears. She took no notice of it. In the Outers, the dust was everywhere. She was hundreds of miles from the nearest patch of reclaimed land so long as you didn't count the crops inside the Rez itself. And who did? The food grown here was nothing like what she'd seen in pictures from the Inners. Even the cream of the harvest crop was wilted and thin no matter how hard the citizens toiled.
By Joshua Guess8 years ago in Futurism
Maria the Savior
A flash of green light filled the room. And then it was gone. In its place stood a man. "It's you!" Maria wasn't fazed. It was herself indeed, sitting in her bed, drinking some tea and catching up on her celebrity gossip on the computer. "Yes, I'm me. What about it?"
By Laura Prado8 years ago in Futurism
Pegasus
“Kudrow? Where are we going?” I didn’t know. They wouldn’t say. Phil is next to me, his hands balled tightly in his lap. For some reason, despite everything, I’m worried he’ll wet himself. That’s what I’m worried about. The girl across from me won’t look at me. She’s scared too, obviously. She has to be. We all are. I can see her face through the small sliver of light that shine’s through the black tarp of that lines the windows. It makes everything dark, everything cold. I can feel the sting under me, of the cold seat. The others feel it too; they cringe with their knees up and shoulders tightly compressed. There must be twelve of us, sitting, at least, trying to keep still as the bus rocked.
By Ian Holmes8 years ago in Futurism
