fact or fiction

Is it science fact or science fiction? Futurism presents both sides to determine the truth.

Ep. 107 - Living Without Earth Part 2
This week we bring you another thrilling episode about the prospect of living without our planet. We mainly focus on the aspect of physically living on Mars. What sort of problems would we run into? Would we need a government right away, or at all? Where would you choose to set up a colony if it wasn't Mars? We obviously don't know the answers to any of these questions but we sit around and discuss the possibilities and just like every episode we go off on a few tangents. Grab a beer, your favorite Martian and settle in as we bring on the weird!
By Bring On The Weird5 years ago in Futurism
The End
I woke up in an unfamiliar room. The walls and ceiling were white. The lights were bright and unyielding as they shone onto my face. The bed I was lying in had a papery feeling to it. I lifted my arms up and inspected them. There were bandages around my wrists. An IV stuck out of the crook of my left elbow.
By Jade Muccuff5 years ago in Futurism
Stronger Than You Knew
"I don't know. I just feel like I can never really feel emotions." "What do you mean?" "It's like, I know what other people are feeling, and don't get me wrong, I feel happy sometimes. But most of the time I just feel... numb. Like I'm living my life remembering something that happened, or waiting for something to happen."
By Aubrielle Degn5 years ago in Futurism
Correspondence
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire...I re-register that thought in my mind...the leaves were on literal fire. The noise I'd heard didn't seem natural, and the fire didn't act natural -- thinly coating the layer of leaves that had just recently fallen to the ground in typical early-fall fashion. The flames also held no real heat ... at least, I couldn't feel any.
By Joshua Logan Allen5 years ago in Futurism
The 3 Ancient Brothers
In the times of the ancient world, When the people had begun to stand for themselves and rebel against the tyrant pharaoh. War was breaking out sporadically all over the world, as rebel armies were growing and their finest warriors becoming so chiseled that they had earned names with themselves by their people, so much that even pharaoh himself new their names, trembling at the sound of them...
By Christ Michael 5 years ago in Futurism
Compilation of flash fiction stories
Compilation of short stories Winter Wonderland It was a crisp and clear winter day when John decided to go for a walk in the woodland near his hunting lodge. He himself didn't hunt, but his Pa and grandpa had back in the day, although both of them had tried their best to wake his interest. His sister Michelle on the opposite begged until they would take her with them and now she’s a sniper in the army, while he had retreated to the lodge, which was in the middle of the Cairngorms, in a valley hidden away from any civilisation – exactly the way he liked it to write his books.
By Hanna V5 years ago in Futurism
The Science of the human Spirit
The human body is a bioelectric engine absorbing and creating energy as it passes through the filter of our being, with the brain acting as an antennae that shoots energy out into the world. Every piece of matter is energy condensed into specific vibration patterns, and when chemical bonds break the matter is released back into an energetic state; this cyclical transfer of energy is the dynamic of spirit.
By Rogan Rochon5 years ago in Futurism
Moral Pitfalls of the False 'Outsider'
The ongoing debate between Science and God has led some such as myself to resolve the issue, at least for now, with the slogan: "Science Is God".
By Samir M Goradia5 years ago in Futurism
Journey Through life
{Poetic Nature, Darkness, God, and Universes} (3) In the wilderness trapped by natures most poetic moments struggling, walking with wolves as protectors of the night sky, as shadows lurk through every tree and every crack in the ground i sink with the quicksand transporting me to another dimension causing fear, weakness and depression upon those walking in its path. The breath of air reminds me of the calming nature i used to live for. The peaking shadows come to show me the people that i've lost without a doubt i've seen my sister fall but the nature of the shadows were dark and raw. All i could see was black thats it. No violence no blood just black. As the darkness fills the night i saw a light at the corner of my eye and within the light, it said: "Ezara, don't give up hope and faith of who you are keep on going strong because without a doubt he believes you'll make it in life". The light also said, "He will always guide you through the pain that you have been through no matter how many times you've cried Ezara don't lose who you are". I dropped to my knees learning that I'm just like the others of this world. The world stopped for 30 seconds. The friends that i've made in the past are no longer existentin my life today. They are like ghosts possessing those who fall into darkness. Ashamed of who they are they ask me for guidance. I don't help them. Masks masks all i see are masks evolved into fakeness shadowed by their pride in themselves. The skeletons in the closet are no longer secret or hidden. I feel the wind softly rub against my cheek bringing air into my lungs, i was possessed by the way it feels no longer myself, i close my eyes letting the air transport me to another universe. The universe brought me to understanding its clarity and nature with ones self I'm awakened to this new world. Constantly thriving through new ventures. I am one with the world. The question remained Am I human? an Alien? or a Mystery? The answers I found were similiar they were all different just like the sun in the sky hiding in the clouds. Like moon gazing upon the earth breathing light into the universe. The power that went through me was strong like gravity. i soon felt overwhelmed and paranoid looking behind me like someone was there. Only to realize it was my own reflection but it moved like me saying "Your out of time". The questions went in my head "Why was I out of time in this universe". I soon looked back and it was not me it was a demon shadowing pretending to be me. I was fooled tricked into believing this universe was safe. Tremendously looking for new ways to escape. The universe was named Xion25 everything was mythical but those who believed in its magic were safe to enter its realm of gravity and prosperity. Knowing what they found who they would see and meet would shock them.
By Ezara Thill5 years ago in Futurism
Up is Down, Down is Left
Up is Down - Challenging Our Assumptions There is no good reason why our maps don't look like this: Perfectly normal map of the world
By David Pulcifer5 years ago in Futurism
Rw's De Strange Zone Life Of Royce Williams Presents
Intro Noah Brennen A 25 year old explorer of abandoned ruins all over the globe. His adventurous life of exploring the ruins of the largest abandoned city of Cincinnati Ohio is about to change when a reptilian like being from deep underground stalks him inside a building. What will happen next find out here folks.
By Rw's Random Life 5 years ago in Futurism
The Beginning & End of Humanity | Explained
The year is 1968. A seven-year-old boy, named Clay, has just finished building a contraption that remotely opens and closes a little outside door for his family's dog. He's constantly building toys and mechanical contraptions like this one: Using spare bike parts, old TVs, radios and any other objects that he can get his hands on. 8 years later, the year is 1976. The first personal computers hit the market. Clay, now 15, finds himself immediately drawn to the newly developing industry of computers. He soon begins creating software programs and has a unique way of understanding how technology, and humans, can interact. Throughout his adolescence, because of this interest to understanding and his natural ingenuity, Clay creates and sells several computer software’s, develops a software business, appears on TV about a dozen times, meets the president and graduates from M.I.T. The year is 1982. Clay is 21. Clay loses his mother to coronary heart disease. Having not had a father in the picture, Clay's mother was one of the few people Clay had that he truly loved and could count on his life. Clay struggles with his mother's death the experience and idea of her death, and death in general, makes no sense to him. Clay wonders why a conscious intelligent being, unlike any other species, dies like every other species. How can a species, that can create fire, tools, computers, airplanes, rockets, medicine and so on still die basically the same, as a slug or a lizard? Early on, Clay forms the belief that it doesn't have to be this way. He believes, that in a not so far future, we can overcome the dependence on our weak and entropic biological human body through technology. Clay embarks on his pursuit of this belief. He studies and develops his theories and begins to immerse further and further into newly emerging computer software and biotechnologies.
By محمد عدي5 years ago in Futurism