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 2nd Book in the Series, "The Love of the Tayamni"
One hundred fifty thousand years ago, in a sector of the Perseus Spiral Arm near the Orion Spur, a lifeless planet was jostled out of orbit by a rogue spray of asteroids. The accumulating debris of which the planet was now a part, shot through space, hurtling through an empty void. Star systems, spread over millions of kilometers, left spaces between planets so great, the debris passed through unimpeded.
By Teresa McLaughlin9 years ago in Futurism
10 Things the New 'Dune' Movie Needs to Include
Frank Herbert's Dune is one of the greatest science fiction novels ever written. Many say it is the Lord of the Rings of science fiction. It has inspired story tellers ever since its release over fifty years ago. Without it, we wouldn't have Star Wars.
By Anthony Gramuglia9 years ago in Futurism
Beyond the Colony (Part 2)
[Here is the 2nd part of this series. The first part can be found here. If you like what you see tweet at me @amccaul1976. If you don't like what you see please be constructive with the criticism. Help me be a better writer. You can also email me at [email protected]. Thanks for reading and if you like what your read please share this story with others. Thank you and I hope you enjoy part 2.]
By Adam McCaulley9 years ago in Futurism
From the 1st Book of the Series, "The Love of the Tayamni"
The sky was a whirl of yellow and green. Dark clouds moved southwards. Sheets of rain and black shadows slid over sand and stone. A dim sun climbed higher as mists rose from seas of methane. On the rocky ground, crystals of water-ice, jagged, hard as granite thrust up through gravel. Black cylinders, towers built by an alien race, stood on the rocky crest of hills above this beach, waves of liquefied gas lapping against the shore. A breeze stirred dust further up from the lake. The rising sun, pale and green, cast glistening reflections on its surface.
By Teresa McLaughlin9 years ago in Futurism
Corruption
I can't remember a time when I was not this way; I only know there was one. Something happened. Thirteen Earth days, twelve hours fourteen minutes, and twelve seconds ago. Something catastrophic took place aboard the Hopeful as the remote station made its way across a heliocentric orbit. I lost everything that day. By what I've been able to ascertain, I had been running things aboard for well over fourteen months before it all went down, yet I only remembered my reawakening thirteen days ago.
By Rod Christiansen9 years ago in Futurism
Brutalist Stories #9
“Do you confess? That all this is too much for you? That you do not understand?” He raised his head and caught her line of sight as she was turning away, but all he needed was that flash, that millisecond of contact to know what she saw. Him, and all that he had promised her, all that he had tried to do for her, all that he had failed at.
By Brutalist Stories9 years ago in Futurism
