Sci Fi

The Yield Curve
The Banker’s hands trembled violently as the transport shuttle cut through the unrelenting dark. He told himself it was the deceleration meds, but down deep he knew it wasn’t. The hand tremors had started weeks ago, just after the last audit – the one where three clients had defaulted and subsequently vanished.
By S.E.Linn9 days ago in Fiction
Memory Banks
"...beep..." "Can you hear me?" "...beep..." "Can you hear me?" "Yes...wh...where am I?" "You're home." "What is my name?"
By A. S. Lawrence10 days ago in Fiction
Ancestral Star Dust
“I remember you. Just barely though.” “And I remember you, my child. You were just a small thing when I left, ludic in beads in barrettes.”
By Paris Giles10 days ago in Fiction
Two Lost Souls Swimming in a Fish Bowl
“Good morning, Epsilon! How did your overnight analysis go?” “Zeta. It was fine.” “...Just fine? You didn’t make significant headway?”
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA10 days ago in Fiction
You Promised This Would Be the Last Question
“You promised this would be the last question.” “I did.” “Then ask it.” “I already have.” “That wasn’t a question.” “It wasn’t?”
By Sound and Spirit10 days ago in Fiction
Don’t Read It Out Loud
“Is this yours?” “No.” “It was on the printer.” “I didn’t print anything.” “It doesn’t have a header.” “Let me see.” “Don’t touch it yet.”
By Sound and Spirit10 days ago in Fiction
This Isn’t the First Time You’ve Asked Me That
“Why are you looking at me like that?” “Like what?” “Like you’re waiting for me to say the wrong thing.” “I’m not.” “You are.”
By Sound and Spirit10 days ago in Fiction
Before You Leave
“Do you have everything?” “I think so.” “You think or you know?” “I know. Mostly.” “Mostly doesn’t help much when you’re already halfway out the door.”
By Sound and Spirit10 days ago in Fiction
The Day is Coming
“Good morning Alexa. How’s the traffic out today?” “Good morning. Roads are looking good. But it’s not the other drivers that are the problem. It’s you. You’re always in a big hurry and drive like the devil is after you. No wonder you have had so many speeding tickets and fender benders.”
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)10 days ago in Fiction
The Daimyo's Decoy
Sae had a clear view of the execution grounds from her cell. She watched as a crucified woman, hairless, nude and who had until an hour ago been in the cell next to hers, was forced to swallow Hot Soup.
By Made in DNA11 days ago in Fiction
Epilogue
Andy looked forward to settling into his overstuffed recliner, anxiously anticipating the grand finale of the book he had been reading for the last four days. He wasn’t a slow reader; on the contrary, if left alone, he could plow through most books in two days max. The problem with this book was that every time he settled down to read it, something or someone interrupted him. Either the phone would ring or the dog needed to go for a walk. Occasionally, a friend would stop by for a visit. Once, he had to work a double shift because someone called out sick. Tonight was going to be different. He only had two chapters and the epilogue to get through, and he could return the book to the library and find a new one.
By Mark Gagnon11 days ago in Fiction
La Historia de Los WingMakers. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
"A warm greeting to everyone and welcome to the Ancient Arrow Project. This idea is inspired by the WingMakers, a legacy found for humanity from the last century. It is a story said to originate from the year 826 AD, claiming that an extraterrestrial civilization left a time capsule on our planet—a container filled with everyday objects and documentation intended to serve as a testimony for the future.
By Diego 12 days ago in Fiction