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”.

Visitors from the Future in Our Past
The moon had taken the night off and the city was experiencing a power outage due to a recent storm. For the residents of Wayville, OK, this was a normal part of life during the volatile tornado season. Luckily, there had not been a tornado today, but the storm had raged enough to damage some of the transformers in town. The blackout allowed Ezra to peer into the past through the stars in the sky. As he looked toward Cygnus, the Swan, he began to remember the nights that he spent awake as a child thinking of the immensity of the universe. While other children dozed off to experience myriad dreams, he laid awake wondering how the universe could be so large and limitless, how it continued to expand, but was beyond the comprehension of the human mind. Ezra recalled being filled with a sense of awe and wonder, while simultaneously fighting back a fear that began in his bones and seemed to grow exponentially through his body. As a child, he would wonder where he fit in the vast cosmos and tonight was no different. Lost in thought and beginning to feel those same feelings from childhood, Ezra was startled by a hand on his shoulder.
By Cody Perry8 years ago in Futurism
Cleaper
Hello out there to you reading this. You will know about me soon. Before I was killed by one of my clones, I put myself into the Package. The Package is a porthole into another dimension. I have been lost in here ever since. I go by the name of Switcher.
By Kyle Shamburg8 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #47
He stood at the window, glass of scotch in one hand, silk robe wrapped tightly around him, looking down on the neon-city far below, watching all the little people going about their business as he probed them, jumping mind to mind, trying to find something interesting.
By Outrun Stories8 years ago in Futurism
Brutalist Stories #47
“We are born out of need and therefore, pain,” I say to the crowd, the audience, the world, nine billion people on this planet alone, countless more across the universe that we have conquered.
By Brutalist Stories8 years ago in Futurism
Seeking Sentience
Many have approached me in the past and questioned me regarding my opinions on artificial intelligence. In the past, my answers have varied greatly, from indulgences to the greatest theories regarding artificial intelligence, to my flat-out refusal of the fears of artificial sentience and superiority. Now, you would find my answer quite different, I would question you first, as to why you wished for artificial intelligence. What purpose do you intend for this newly born mind to serve? Furthermore, would you intend for that intelligence to be human in nature? When you gave the obvious answer, that yes you would want it to reflect our own superior intellect, I would question why.
By Caleb Sherman8 years ago in Futurism
Where Do We Go from Here?
“Science fiction is dying. Everything is science fact now.” Wrong. Science fiction will die only if the world ends tomorrow. Otherwise, what is not, will become. As ever. Cycles will spring from each new baseline; invention will remain inspired by our current and future capability.
By Joel Eisenberg8 years ago in Futurism
Carthinova
The grass was lush here. Those who reside on No Man’s Land knew not of what lie beneath the gaudy foliage. We were blanketed in the thick black of early morning, the Stars our only source of light. Pegasus was hanging low in view. The street lights off, our descent into the tunnels below was made easy. For the safety of the public, a curfew had been enacted between the hours of 9pm-7am. And yet, here we were.
By Alastor Kommer8 years ago in Futurism
Brutalist Stories #46
There’s a futility in their action, but there’s hope. At least they have that. They built this vast, vast hall out of the last of the concrete, out of the last of the wood, out of the last of our labour and physical strength, out of the last of our knowledge so we could perhaps float away into our extinction with a moment of clarity, a moment of beauty.
By Brutalist Stories8 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #46
She always had something about her, if you asked me. I couldn’t ever tell you what it was exactly, but god damn, there was just that special little glimmer in her eye, the sheen of her skin, the tone of her voice. Liberty Falls, that was her name, and she held all the cards.
By Outrun Stories8 years ago in Futurism
Suspension
I was tired. Too tired. I pressed the red button on the instrument panel and the machine’s cockpit opened. It was a strange machine that somewhat resembled a tanning bed but much, much, more useful. There was a slight whirring noise as the machine anticipated my arrival. I set the machine for one hour and climbed into the machine. Once inside, I grabbed the mask and tried to strap it over my face. Mine never seemed to fit quite right. After a minute the blinking yellow light above my head turned green. This was the worst part, a noxious, foul hydrogen sulfide gas poured into the mask. I don’t get why they can’t come up with something better.
By Matthew Donnellon8 years ago in Futurism
Empath: Into the Shadow, Chapter 5
October 1st 2016 (Day 1 of study) Will had never been to Massachusetts. He had drove the entire way there from Pennsylvania but any mode of transportation was completely covered and taken out of the check once the paid study was over, so he didn’t mind much plus he liked to drive. He had made it there in a day’s time after spending the night at his grandmother’s in New Jersey. She was getting old and Will knew he was probably still alive because of her prayers and also not to mention the prayers of his other grandparents and the rest of his family. Will had always been the black sheep. On his father’s side of the family, he was the oldest of the grandchildren but on his mother’s he was the youngest. Although being the black sheep, he kept his family close and talked to them from time to time, especially his grandparents because he knew they wouldn’t be around his entire lifetime. What most people don’t know about the black sheep is that they are usually the most successful and special. Will’s destiny was not yet written but in it he would do things no other person could do. He just needed to believe in himself first.
By Jim Kane8 years ago in Futurism
'Philip K. Dick's Electric Dreams' 1.9 The Commuter
I said somewhere in my ongoing one-by-one reviews of Philip K. Dick's Electric Dreams 10-episode standalone anthology on Amazon Prime that I thought the series was "right up there with The Twilight Zone." I just checked—that was in my review of the third episode. I make quick judgments—but I still feel that way. I even entitled my review of Electric Dreams 1.8 Impossible Planet "Eye of the Beholder," which was the title of one of the best Twilight Zone episodes. Of course, there were 156 episodes of The Twilight Zone, in contrast to only ten so far of Electric Dreams, so when I say "right up there" I mean only that the episodes I've seen in Electric Dreams rank with any random fraction of a season of The Twilight Zone. If and when Electric Dreams gets to exceed 150 episodes—which it actually could, given that Dick wrote 44 novels and 121 short stories—I'll get back to you with a more definitive comparison.
By Paul Levinson8 years ago in Futurism