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”.

Life and Production: S2 E1: The Young Minds of Tomorrow
Granted The fitness center offered its members the full selection of workout equipment. From weights to crunch machines to leg presses to exercise bicycles the robots who aided those about to workout, the Arbeit allowed optimum discounts to its specific membership.
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Futurism
10 Fun Facts You Never Knew About 'Back to the Future'!
When it comes to sci-fi movies, I've never seen one better than Back to the Future. The 1985 time travel classic has humor, heart, and iconic scenes that will stay with us forever. And as a little tribute to my favorite movie of all time, I'm gonna tell you ten fun facts about Back to the Future.
By Jonathan Sim8 years ago in Futurism
Dropping Clues
Miranda plops down on her couch. She grabs her favorite book from the table in front of her and curls up. She’s trying to distract herself from her thoughts and she knows that a good book should do the trick. Her thoughts start to untangle and her body starts to relax. Old memories are lost as thoughts of wonder and mystery from her story are found. She’s reading a fiction about a man convicted of murder. Currently the killer is on the run and the main charter, Sarah, is right on his tail. Sarah finally catches up to the killer, but only to be shot down cold. The book continues showing how Sarah’s loved ones celebrate her life and how they wish they could have saved her. Miranda puts her book down and starts to gets ready for the day. She dresses in a red cropped top with a small stain on the shoulder with high waisted baggy jeans. She ties the laces on her midnight grey boots and throws up her raven black hair. She grabs an apple for breakfast before walking out of her rusted apartment door. She meets up with her best friend, Bree, downstairs in the same complex. Bree and her laugh and chat as they start to walk down to their favorite coffee shop around the street watching out for daily city dangers. They both have been living Chicago since they were kids. They enjoy the city life, but they both know the risk that comes with living in Chicago. The Windy City has a very high crime rate. Before reaching the coffee shop, Miranda spots a middle age man with messy clothes that have more holes in them than fabric and a shopping cart with a single pillow and what looks like a moldy loaf of bread. The man has a nearly empty cup next to him with a few coins in it.
By Carlie F.8 years ago in Futurism
Home? (Part 2)
Walking through a white corridor illuminated by fluorescent blue lights, I feel completely emotionless. My uniform has been slightly stained, giving the whole outfit a different overtone from the rest of the ship. Despite the fact that some invigilator may force me later to change to some clean wearables, right now it's like I'm my own self, standing out from the monotonous and boring crowd that inhabits this spacecraft. Throughout my short journey to base 5, I continue encountering several individuals, all ignoring my slightly audible "Hello's" yet some focusing for a split second on the somewhat striking dirt patch that decorates my shirt.
By Eugenia Moreno8 years ago in Futurism
Rogue Hamsters!
Welcome to Rouge Hamsters! An audio sketch project specifically and exclusively for Vocal! In the 90s one of our writers, Bill Moore, played a game called Hollywood High on the PC.
By Mike Fallek8 years ago in Futurism
The Invasion (Pt. 2)
“Everything starts from somewhere,” the two men said. “But tonight, you belong to us.” The voices were discerned as vital characters in the four guys' imaginations. The act's unbridled performance was taking the audience; it created a subliminal sense of authority that made them feel they weren't being had.
By Taylor Summers8 years ago in Futurism
The War Between Imagination and Reality
2 years ago today. The day after my 10th birthday. My family was driving back from going to Delaware for the week. It had happened so suddenly.
By Isabella S8 years ago in Futurism
Screaming Metal (Part 025)
Suen was visibly shaken. She was clearly not happy to be here, but perhaps more than that, she seemed confused. "I don't understand," Suen said.
By Made in DNA8 years ago in Futurism
A Sea of Troubles
It had been two decades since any London commuter had seen the sun rise. An evil spectrum dominated the sky, emanating blackness to, at best, light grey. The sky over Oxford Street was like solid pitch, leading the borough to decide on permanent streetlights. They shone on forgotten shop windows, highlighting their flaking gloss paint and signs that were missing letters.
By Amber Johnson8 years ago in Futurism
Charleston
Not since 2075 had he seen the water rise so high, as it threatened to swallow all of Charleston, South Carolina. Now, in the March of 2099, while Jordan Garrison looked out the window of his seventh-story apartment and twisted the cap off a bottle of rum, he gazed helplessly at the foaming edges of the Atlantic as its intrusive perimeter ebbed even further inland. He moved through the kitchen while he made his drink and continued to peek at his view of the ocean. Yes, the tides were higher this season.
By James Loss8 years ago in Futurism
Void of Paradise
CHAPTER ONE The sky, a murky mix of purple-black, not a single star in the sky. Over the years, the sky turned from its once brilliant pastel lavender to the abysmal color above. Neir peered up toward the darkened sky and blew out a tired sigh. All too often she found herself like this, alone, discontent and searching for something unknown to her. This world, DeOh, was home yet it was foreign to her. Something inside was scratching for the surface, something that terrified her.
By S. Vhoss8 years ago in Futurism
The Valkirey and the Exorcist
The transport jumped and groaned as it glided across the barren desert sands. The battered lands, scarred with wounds from battles old and new, scorched craters and decaying warships peppering the landscape as far as the eye could see.
By John Silk8 years ago in Futurism