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”.
Brutalist Stories #59
“I would suggest you relinquish your weapons immediately, I am tracking you with anti-phazic daisy-cutters.” She pauses and looks at me, furrowing her brow before starting again. “You know, I’d love you to test me, I really would, but it would properly fuck up my day if I had to clean your blood and guts off these walls, I only just got the place looking the way I wanted it to.”
By Brutalist Stories8 years ago in Futurism
Brutalist Stories #58
“You wanna be scared?” the major asked, walking along the wall of concrete, pock marked and bitten with time and war. Bullet holes the size of fists, the crumbling grey matter lay strewn all around with a line of his troops knelt in front, their eyes closed, deep in the middle of their litany before the storm of battle was about to start.
By Brutalist Stories8 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #60
This morning I was normal. This morning I was a different person. This morning I had had some semblance of a life. I had a past with friends, family. I had a future with a job and a girl and all the other shit that goes along with that. Now, none of it matters, but what else could I have done? There wasn’t anything else, so when they came knocking, I saw in their eyes what they were there for, who they were there for, but he’s my brother, so what am I supposed to do, just give them his neo-coding? Just hand him over to them? Say, "Oh yeah, here’s the bloodline teli-sync that you’re looking for. Why don’t you just hack straight into his god-damn neocortex and wipe his consciousness out of existence?"
By Outrun Stories8 years ago in Futurism
'Doctor Who': The Lure Of The Nomad Review
After nearly twenty years and over 200 stories in the monthly range alone, Big Finish has proven they know how to tell a good Doctor Who story. Even so, they are still capable of dropping stories that delight and surprise. The Lure Of The Nomad, the May 2018 release for that range, is a prime example of that with an immensely enjoyable story, perfect for new listeners and welcoming to long-time ones.
By Matthew Kresal8 years ago in Futurism
Brutalist Stories #56
She came outside, leant on the tilled wall outside the huge overhang of the Ministry of Cyber Affairs, and lit a cigarette. Holding it down, the smoke in her lungs releasing that kick of nicotine, three, two, one, and a long breath out. Her heart rate quickened with the nicotine and the feeling of relaxation swept through her, shoulders dropping their tension as she cradled one hand on her bicep and held the cigarette to her mouth with the other.
By Brutalist Stories8 years ago in Futurism
Brutalist Stories #54
The hole appeared one day. 24 hours later, people began to disappear; it’s been going on for decades. For what reason or for what end none of us know, despite our best efforts. There’s plenty of us still free, there’s plenty of us left to try and fight and figure out where they’re taking us… all in vain.
By Brutalist Stories8 years ago in Futurism
Dive In: Part 1: Prologue
It never takes long, once a new technological system emerges, for multitudes of improvements to start popping into existence. Take the cellphone, for example. In the 1990s, the cellphone was a giant brick that, while slightly convenient for those who traveled, was bulky, brick-like, and had an uncommon appearance in the average home. Less than thirty years later, that brick has become a nearly weightless, pocket-sized device upon which calls are the least used function. They have become a necessity to everyday life, and it has become unusual to see someone without one.
By Mythrial Of Glenn8 years ago in Futurism
Brutalist Stories #53
I’m stood and trying to remember the days of the South West Four. That group of men and women that tried so hard for so long to bring about change. What did they do in the end? For all their hardship and fight and grit, there really wasn’t much they could do. Two men and two women against the Party that had the entire resources of the interplanetary system behind them? No, not much good, not much hope there, but they tried.
By Brutalist Stories8 years ago in Futurism
Home?
My eyes open slowly, unable to adjust to the bright light which filters itself through the glass of the cabin I have been sleeping in. The compartment opens, releasing me from its claustrophobic space and indicating that it is time to face a new day. I simply lay there, waiting for someone to force me to get up although I know that in this spaceship any sense of community, companionship or dependence does not exist. I hear complete silence, only broken by the distant sound of rapid footsteps, as if their tardiness could cost them their lives and in a sense, that is true. The few who managed to conquer the disease and catastrophes which shook our planet found themselves obliged to maintain the survival of our species by going into a spacecraft which has the purpose to take us to Galaia: a second Earth, somewhere in a remote solar system, far away from our beloved Milky Way in which the Earth and the majority of the population are now rotting in isolation, with no government or individual to take care of them and impose some form of order or sense of morality.
By Eugenia Moreno8 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #59
Video available here: YouTube I’m just sat, completely numb. I’m just staring at this fat man in front of me and trying to make sense of it all, any sense of what happened, what went on, why she’s dead and I’m alive. There’s nothing more I can do now, so I just start talking.
By Outrun Stories8 years ago in Futurism
