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”.
Why Genre Literature Deserves More Respect
Albert Einstein famously said that "imagination is more important than knowledge." What he meant is that if we are ever to discover anything, we first have to elaborate an hypothesis to test out, and that process relies on imagination. Additionally, what we know as a fact may change as soon as evidence shows otherwise, so knowledge is little more than a useful tool to be used as a stepping stone for our abstractions.
By Fabia Scali-Warner8 years ago in Futurism
Ad Boosters
RC looked like most other children his age, but he didn’t have a mother or father. He wasn’t an orphan, though. He was decanted from a vat, when he looked to be about six-years-old, fully formed and with all the knowledge most six-year-olds would have and a peculiar bump on the back of his neck containing the latest solid-state biometric chip. As soon as he was cleaned up and dressed, RC was given a plastic lunchbox and backpack both with a Royal Crown Cola logo emblazoned on both. His favorite colors were blue and red, just like colors of his clothes, his lunch box, his backpack, and all the notebooks and pencils in his backpack and the colors seen on the Royal Cola logo.
By Isaac Shapiro8 years ago in Futurism
What to Avoid When Writing Sci-Fi
It cannot be denied that science fiction is one of the hardest genres to write because you, the author, are creating entire planets from scratch. You are the Creator in the sense that you decide how people travel through space, what alien species exist in your universe, and what sort of scheme will potentially destroy the universe this time.
By Danielle McDougal8 years ago in Futurism
The Invasion
“Do you guys see that?” Ralph said to the others. He pointed to the water. The four of them were huddled around the table, overlooking Lake Douglas from the second floor screened porch, passing around a skunk. Phil Collins’ “In The Air Tonight” was playing in the background.
By Taylor Summers8 years ago in Futurism
Flaws
I'm running faster than I've ever run before. Zack is right beside me, as always. The police just found us. They've been after us for about 6 months since they found out we were flaws. What are flaws you may ask? We have special abilities. The police found out that we were flaws and we've been on the run ever since. The government thinks we are dangerous, we are not. But we don't have any influence these days.
By Raven Nope ;)8 years ago in Futurism
Wasteland Spirits
(Disclaimer: I wrote this in high school a few years back for English class.) In the wasteland that the Old World left behind after the great war of 2070, it is rare to see someone enjoying some fresh and non-irradiated food... Yet, under the remains of an old rusty train wagon, a little girl was sharing a juicy pineapple-like fruit with her mother who was cooking the meat of one of many mutated animals over a campfire.
By Antoine Boucher8 years ago in Futurism
A Well Timed Layover
“If I could just have everyone’s attention, please. Settle down, just for a moment. Shh now.” John, the public relations officer, tried a variety of shush sounds, while making large calming gestures with an outstretched hand. “We’ll be taking questions soon, but for now, please just give me a minute to explain,” he added, before resuming the shush.
By Leon Gower8 years ago in Futurism
And So, I Watched
In the beginning, there was only I; wandering about the vast void, utterly alone. At the time, however, I did not understand the concept of the word “Alone.” After all, how can one be truly alone if there never was anyone other than yourself? For as long as I could remember, there was only ever me. Well, there was also the mass emptiness around me. Nothingness as far as the eye could see.
By Olibia Bailey-Odom8 years ago in Futurism
A Butterfly Dreamed
In the good old days we had numbers. The numbers begat made up units of measurement to assure us that things were, in some respect, solid and consistent. Certain things, arguably the majority, were considered self-evident by the general consensus of the masses. Anyone could argue philosophy, the existence of the soul, whether or not ghosts were real; but for the most part, up was up, down was down, and gravity still worked just fine. Thinking back on it now, even the most fundamental of truths seemed a bit far-fetched. We arrogantly assumed everything before us was specifically at the face value of our collective perception. Who could have blamed us though? A tree was a tree, right? You sat under it, it provided shade, the occasional fruit or nut to eat, even wood for building. There used to be a saying that a tree by any other name would still be a tree… or was that saying about the rose? This concept would not be so frustrating if I could honestly remember any difference.
By Reed Alexander8 years ago in Futurism
