fantasy

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Moon Corpses . Content Warning.
There were to many corpses to bury on Earth in the year two thousand fifty. Overpopulation caused a drain on the worlds resources, and now people were starving and dropping like flies.
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Futurism
The Star Queen . Content Warning.
Its twenty fifty. My name is Linda. I will tell you how I became the first Android captain of a ship set to explore space. But first, I’ll let Captain Sal tell his story.
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Futurism
Unveiling 2050. AI-Generated.
Reflections on 2050: Envisioning Future Possibilities. Consider a world that has undergone such significant transformation from our present condition that it bears only a distant resemblance to our current experience.
By PhilipM-Iabout a year ago in Futurism
"SYFY REALITY OR NOT?". Content Warning.
I have tried another style of writing, graphics, voice-over, and video of a rather, an alternate reality visually created through photos and video, music, voice-over to appear as different realities of highs and lows.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Futurism
The Man, The Mouse and the Gun
The year was two thousand and fifty. A few years prior, a group of mad scientists had created sentient talking mice as part of an experiment, just to see if they could.
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Futurism
New Year's Eve
The New Year is in many cases seen as a period for new beginnings, an opportunity to make a fresh start and defined aggressive objectives. However, imagine a scenario in which we moved our point of view, embracing the force of the current second and tracking down delight in the ordinary. This New Year's Eve, we should discard the strain of future goals and spotlight on making cheerful minutes before the sun sets.
By sanjeevanabout a year ago in Futurism
Dear diary
Well here I am, I made it to 80, not a phrase I ever expected to be able to say or to write in the diary. Since I stopped working back in 2025 I have kept this diary to see if I changed the world or the world changed me.
By ASHLEY SMITHabout a year ago in Futurism
A Future to Hope for . Runner-Up in Future Fragments Challenge. Content Warning.
Slowly you open your eyes, slow but sure. Then it hits you as you think to yourself: today is the day. As you slip out of your warm comfy queen sized bed you mark off the date on the calendar; the eleventh of January 2050, one year older. Happy birthday you think softly to yourself. Yet it was with happiness as this year is different. Thanks to the medical discovery that is, one that was only finally finalised and released to the public less than two weeks prior.
By Jayabout a year ago in Futurism
The Symphony of Tomorrow
The world of 2050 pulsed with a dazzling blend of light and data. Streams of neon information flowed invisibly through the air, accessible only to those equipped with neural overlays—augmented reality devices that unveiled the unseen. Towering skyscrapers grazed the heavens, their dynamic façades shifting with the moods of the metropolis. Swarms of autonomous drones zipped through the skies, ferrying goods, managing ecosystems, and orchestrating the intricate choreography of urban life.
By Silviya Rankovaabout a year ago in Futurism
Happy New World
An anxious anticipation filled the room as the clock moved closer to midnight. So much has changed in just twenty-five years. We were all so young and naïve. No person in the room likely expected the turbulence that would lead us to where we are today.
By Jason Ray Morton about a year ago in Futurism
Exploring the Dark Web: My Regrettable Experience
Curiosity about the unknown can drive us, and for me, it started with the dark web. I wanted to learn about this secret online world. The idea of anonymous browsing and hidden secrets drew me in.
By Khalidabout a year ago in Futurism
I Built My First Robot. Runner-Up in Future Fragments Challenge.
I built my first robot in the basement of Pteetneet Academy when I was seven years old. I had been jealous of the other boys in my class being excused on Grandparent’s Day. I didn’t have any living grandparents and had to stay in a stale classroom learning geometry while they went to the Golden Onion Retirement Center for bingo and strawberry cake.
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Futurism