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”.
From the 6th book, "Amagi, the Restoration," Excerpt from the Chapter Called "The Chosen People"
“The Gods of old were not remote, celestial icons. They were flesh and bone, sinew and blood,” she said, standing in front of the altar. She looked at the crowded nave. More people were entering. No one was surprised more than she at increasing numbers.
By Teresa McLaughlin9 years ago in Futurism
Rewatching... Doctor Who: The Moonbase – Part 3
Saturday 25 February 1967 "Clever. Clever. Clever." I like the Cybermen’s new voices. Perhaps not as easy to understand as the old ones but much scarier and more emotionless and robotic. Emotionless in tone mind you, but the dialogue still gives away emotional oddities. I’m not sure if “Clever. Clever. Clever.” is sarcasm at Hobson’s realisation of what the drops in air pressure indicated when the Cybermen got in, or self-congratulation. They also come out with words and phrases such as “excellent” and “stupid Earth brains”!
By Nick Brown9 years ago in Futurism
Excerpt from the Chapter "The Perseus Spiral Arm" of the Book "To Break Bread with Strangers"
“Crossing in three hours,” Captain Hurin announced. Namazu bit her lip. “Hurin continued, “No activity in orbit,” she said referring to Ditallu, the first planet inside the border. “…a few dead scanners.”
By Teresa McLaughlin9 years ago in Futurism
Alex The Inventor-Chapter 7
To Read Chapters 1 - 6, Go To: Deep Sky Stories and Illustrations. Chapter 7 - The Stranger He Knew Alex still remembered the dream that morning during breakfast and he nibbled half-heartedly at his cereal as he pondered it over and over again, staring off in a daydream. Mrs. Faraway noticed his glazed look and asked him if he had slept well.
By G.F. Brynn9 years ago in Futurism
Fasces
She closed her well worn copy of Atlas Shrugged when the limo motorcade came to a stop outside the venue. The roboguard chauffeur gently opened her door and she stepped out of the car, into the blue force field the robot projected. As well as distributing a non-lethal electric shock to whomever touched the force field, it had a noise-canceling function, which she appreciated as she glanced out over the sea of unwashed and red-faced Americans, their various gobs open in shouts.
By Elisa Mask9 years ago in Futurism
Excerpt from the Chapter, "The Tlaloc Wars of 1962" of the Book "Shaare Emeth: Gateway to Truth"
It looked like a moldy orange, putrid, pock-marked with uneven circles of white ash and darker eruption. White and brown blotches unevenly stretched across its surface. Patches of hot dust alternated with glaciers. Pulled and deformed, like a child playing with a ball of clay, Io, was the closest Galilean satellite.
By Teresa McLaughlin9 years ago in Futurism
Brutalist Stories #12
“…And, you’re sure it can’t hear us?” I can hear them, yes, I’ve been able to hear them for some time now, really, quite some time. I’m not sure they know what they’ve created, or they’re too stupid to realise, or perhaps on the other hand, too worried to admit that they’ve made this leap.
By Brutalist Stories9 years ago in Futurism
Dyson Trio pt 1
“What in the name of, what happened?” Groaned Alexander as he came too and rubbed the temples of his pounding head. Lying on his right side, facing a wall, all he saw as he moved to a sitting position was a smooth blue white ceramic surface. He knew there were others in the room, but as they currently didn’t appear threatening, he focused on where he was. So far there was nothing that appeared helpful.
By daniel morris9 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #11
“Now, why d’ya have to go and do that, brother?” Mickey stood up and looked over the bank’s counter. “She were lookin’ at me funny.” Finn stood beside the dead woman holding his smoking revolver at his side, her brains spilling out onto the floor. “Any of you fuckers try anythin’, you’ll get the same fuckin’ treatment, fuckin’ hear me?” He screamed at the rest of the hostages in his thick Irish accent before tilting his head back at his brother and smiling.
By Outrun Stories9 years ago in Futurism
