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”.

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
Happiness Algorithms In Retreat
My name is Dr. Paku Peele, and I am the Senior Professor of Mammalian Neurostatics at the University of California, New Mojave. As Eadweard Jai Wurble, yes, that Eadweard Jai Wurble, was my student at the time of his most profound contribution to and this century's most significant development in neuroscience, I feel I should provide some explanation for what has led to the events of the past few days, although I also feel that therapy, not explanation, will be more useful to many, nay, most, as this crisis continues to unfold.
By Breyendo8 years ago in Futurism
Something to Be Proud Of
Financial Collapse, Feudalism, and Monkeys. This story based on true events (except for the scum). From the Desk of....
By Russell Anderson8 years ago in Futurism
Alex The Inventor-Chapter 5 (Pt.2)
Read Chapters 1 - 5 at: Deep Sky Stories & Illustrations Chapter 5 (Part 2) - The Giant Resurrected and a Daydream Several hours were spent uncovering the large robot from the remaining clutter of trash that he had become buried in. All during that time, Alex kept checking for any signs of activity but Big Ben appeared completely lifeless. His once powerful arms hung limp at his sides; several of the high pressure hydraulic hoses were severed and empty of the vital fluid that was needed for Ben's arms to operate.
By G.F. Brynn8 years ago in Futurism
Calibration Room
Walls of them stood in front of Apeiron as she tapped her foot aggressively. There were small ones and big ones, some hummed and others vibrated. There were planets called Proxima B and others that were only pronounced with a single syllable or sound. She smiled when the one called Earth floated in the air toward her.
By Tracy Blake8 years ago in Futurism
Together Until Death
She opened her apartment door to hundreds of sunflowers and knew instantly that he’d found her. Taking a deep breath, Cassandra stepped through the threshold, jumping from one place to another. The sound of a branch breaking behind her induced fear, and she spun around quickly as a man emerged from the sunflowers, grinning. His eyes were nefarious, though their color was bright and silver, and his face was covered in scars.
By Ciana Proctor8 years ago in Futurism
Category: Other
There was a planet once. Some say it was called Terra. Others call it Earth. It's gone now, incinerated until every last bit was turned to dust. The human race wouldn't have survived long anyways. We learned to cure cancer, we developed weapons fit to destroy an entire continent. But not even we could stop the will of a star.
By Yup Aight8 years ago in Futurism
Under Her Wing
The world had crashed and gone out the window, civilization was a thing of the past; at least on the humanity sense. I had been long gone from the city, from that scrap of the planet my father tried to cocoon me in when I was little. This was my home now.
By Sabrina S8 years ago in Futurism
Singularity
The scream tore through the night. I instantly knew it was Mrs. Perkins from a few houses down. Just last month, she had a bad fall and hit her head. Out front while getting her morning paper, she slipped. I saw her in the morning and got to her side just after Mr. Grayson. I called the ambulance, and they thought I was her daughter or something. She had no family I knew of, so after some deliberation the EMTs decided to get my contact information. A day later, she was back, and they warned me to keep an eye on her. The MRI showed some unusual sights, or something. I didn’t understand the techy side of it, honestly.
By Justin Castle8 years ago in Futurism
ALKAPHIRA: Chapter Two
Several hours had passed in calming silence as the battered escape pod spiralled through the glimmering black abyss of space. Dr Greene was drained, and his eyes were growing heavier by the minute. Ivy's eyes were glued to the porthole.
By Adam Dryden8 years ago in Futurism
Warning Shot Part 1
“Kyle, Kyle c’mon you got to wake up.” I slowly opened my eyes as the light pierced in stopping me from opening them fully. It was Tasia; even when she looked terrified she was still beautiful: her brown hair fallen perfectly across her shoulders and the scar on her forehead that I secretly thought was adorable. Her green eyes stared straight into mine. I propped myself up on the bed and groaned; it was still dark outside. “Tasia what’s wrong?” I was trying to be concerned but the truth of the matter was I was exhausted from last night. “Kyle they’re coming for us now, we have to leave right now.” I paused and looked at her harder this time and a lot more concerned. “Okay, get your stuff together and let’s go.”
By Zoe Clarke-Singh8 years ago in Futurism
Sweethearts Chapter 3
Chapter 3 With Zaz having been stabbed, Rebecca's nights had become restless. The worst part is she didn't know why... Rebecca stood at the beachside, staring off into the sunset. The waves were coming softly and the breeze was just ever so gentle.
By Chas C. Smith8 years ago in Futurism