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”.
Suzi and Kuri
#KuriStory Suzie is not an ordinary kid. She is way ahead of her time and she loves the Jetsons. She goes to sleep at night with so much adventure of what the future holds. During her journey, she visit robots who own Chuck E Cheese, yet she leaves that area and travels to a kiddo movie theatre in which robots open the door when you enter and there are several magical lights going down the street. She awakens to tell her parents of the different journeys that she goes on in her dreams.
By Charlene Ellison8 years ago in Futurism
One Man's Trash...
Amid the bustle of the market, the flurry of skirts and legs and tails, was trash. It littered the streets, and like cholesterol in a humanoid's artery, sometimes it blocked off entire alleyways, dumpsters hidden so far beneath the detritus that not even the arachnarats could nest there. That didn't mean, however, that they wouldn't glut themselves on the bountiful feast and nesting fodder that the passersby carelessly tossed. It was somewhere amid that mess of debris that an odd sort of life blinked in to existence, one moment there and in the next...
By Shanelle DeJournett8 years ago in Futurism
Kuri Origin Story
The singularity is superfluous because the necessarily social nature of the human condition is such that the self is as much a part of others as the finger is a part of the hand. And if that hand is holding a cellphone, guess what, singularity unlocked! That’s the same reason I think that telepathy isn’t a great super power; language is already mind. Don’t need to read what we already have in common.
By Ben Kharakh8 years ago in Futurism
Our Kuri
#HeyKuri It was a warm spring Saturday morning when it happened. Mom and Dad were home from work, and I was glad not to be in school. The backyard was muddy and steam would roll along the blades of grass before rising up to meet the sun. Dad was cooking breakfast, while Mom rested her feet on the sofa dreamily dazed as the morning news danced across the screen.
By Paul Curtis8 years ago in Futurism
Brutalist Stories #52
Another day in the dark. Another day stranded in the night. Here for who knows how long now, supplies running low, our power almost completely gone, there’s nothing or no one left, at least it would seem, until the moans and screams come.
By Brutalist Stories8 years ago in Futurism
Kuri's Purpose
Kuri glides across his room, peering out the window that overlooks the overbearing scene of red Mars. He sighs, looking down at his chest, hoping to see the warm light exuding from his heart light, but nothing. He wishes to mimic his surroundings, but he can't.
By Kelsey Lange8 years ago in Futurism
Brutalist Stories #51
She rolled over to me and said, ‘Where does trust come from?” I just stared back at her, looking into those deep blue eyes, the weak morning sun coming through the blinds, highlighting the dust in the air and the wisps of blonde hair that fell around her face.
By Brutalist Stories8 years ago in Futurism
