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Exploring the future of science today, while looking back on the achievements from yesterday. Science fiction is science future.
A Substance Forgotten
I’ve been born 543 times since I last tasted fresh water. Born may be inaccurate. A more factual description is manufactured. I’m one of the copies of the few selected human blueprints that were left to be janitors for our barren planet. Water isn’t necessary when you’re just a copy.
By Dianna Hann5 years ago in Futurism
Julia
Isabella rose with the rising sun, just as she always had. She made her bed and then started making some coffee. She flipped the radio on, not really listening but grateful for the noise which ended the silence in the room. She made toast, slathered on some butter, and then poured herself some coffee and headed down to her store. She could see the busy street through the storefront windows. It was foggy. She adored the fog. At least, she adored how it looked when she was standing at her counter, looking out.
By Luke Chang5 years ago in Futurism
The Cull
Nothing could prepare you for the smell. It felt solid, permeating all senses at once. Eden tried not to breathe, but their body refused to cooperate, causing them to gasp and take in more of the fetid stench of blood, viscera, and pain. The tunnel was dark but lit enough to make out the walls covered in metal fencing and the meshed ceiling of barbed wire. A body pressed into Eden from behind and they stumbled slightly, using their hand to catch themselves on the fence and realizing it was slick with a slightly congealed liquid. They wiped their hand on their hip and felt the dirt from their naked skin roll into little gobs on muck.
By Alessandra 5 years ago in Futurism
Taiga Encounters
“Wha… is tha...?” asked the savage, pointing at Julia’s heart-shaped locket. Moments before, she stepped into the sunrays breaking through the dense Taiga evergreen pines, making sure the golden locket on her neck reflected the sunlight into the monster’s face to distract him. It did, as he stopped in his tracks from charging to attack Julia, blinded by the bright light and covering his eyes with his right hand. Julia noticed “AV-91” code branded on his arm. It should have also been branded on his forehead, but Julia couldn’t see it yet behind the mane of his dirty hair.
By Lana V Lynx5 years ago in Futurism
White Rose Royce
In the sky was a bright white light. The light had a shadow, a locket shape like a heart. Next you see 10 white Rose Royce cars, all self- driving with a hologram of a man in the seats. Inside we see a box with a label key which said key to rose shaped locket. The white Rose Royces is flying through the air and suddenly like a vacuum people are sucked in like sardines. All the 10 Rose Royce full to compacity. All those who are sucked in are wearing bodysuits and skull caps to match. However, they are wearing a very thick gold chain and a heart shaped locket. They look stunned what are these lockets for. Well you see in the rear view mirror people on earth panicking and punching one another. Something strange has occurred and people are scared. The six o’clock news shows the Rose Royces travelling through space. All of a sudden you hear as spokesman from the Roses abduction say, “All human will be exterminated who were not sucked up to the travel cars, white Rose Royces. All sudden missiles start shooting to the earth. A lot the homes are exploding. Slowly you see people opening the Lockets and inside is another key. No one could figure out what that key was for. All of a sudden, the 10 Rose Royces disappeared. Just like that gone. The air traffic directors were scanning the whole world on a large screen that encompassed a whole room. The 10 Rose Royces were gone. The world was in a turmoil and thousands died. Once the building and houses were blowing up you seen people killing themselves by gun. A strange amber alert came which said all mankind will be dead in 12 hours and you cannot save yourself or your relative. It was a very dark day. All the people are walking around looking dirty and lost like a homeless person. Then many were getting interview on the street and asking why they did not got sucked up to white Rose Royce. The select number were hybrid humans who were chosen by a higher intelligence. As people were dying you got a glimpse of those sardined in the white Rose Royces. They grabbed the keys and started opening their lockets. Inside the locket was another key. With that key they could pick one human being on earth to have sucked up to safety. One man said I want to bring my mom. Another shouted I have a wife and kids who do I choose? I forgot to tell you earlier all the abducted survivors had a white scarf covering their eyes and it was not until they were allowed to open their heart shaped locket that they could take it off. The gloom was on the doom so many had already died. So many wonders where would they land. Later we see they landed on the moon. The moon had become home for mankind, housing and food everywhere. One man asked can I go back to earth. That’s when the bad news was shed. They had one hour each one to choose who would be sucked up in the last 10 Rose Royces waiting in the crust of the earth. The keys were distributed, and the heart shaped locket unveiled. Red lights start to light up and area time is running out. People had to make a final choice. Many were crying because they could only choose one person. Sixty-one minutes later the entire earth exploded and was gone. The moon became the new human home. Every thing was modern, and everything was clean. Mankind had to start over, and they did. The white Rose Royce was never seen again.
By Wanda B Henry5 years ago in Futurism
BIRD
It doesn't always work out in the end, at least not for humanity. Bird was only 8 when her grandmother pushed the intricately engraved, heart-shaped locket into her hand. She remembered how cold the silver felt on her palm as she clasped it tightly. Bird was still a boy then; she hadn’t yet come into her own and embraced her truth.
By Melanie Hemans5 years ago in Futurism
Rebirth
Faerie wiped the sweat from her forehead before it found its way to her eyes. She tucked a tendril of her long, wavy, chestnut hair behind her ear so she could see better. The sweat burned her eyes and she felt like she hadn’t slept in days. Actually, she really hadn’t. She was sure her amber eyes were bloodshot and swollen. She was helping her guardian, Rey, check traps. They needed pelts to trade with the merchants for supplies when the travelling mercantile came to town next week. The expedition had taken longer than usual because of the refugee groups who were living in the forests. They were starving and tried to rob people who traveled on the main trails, so Rey decided to take a less efficient route through the forest.
By Dawn Salois5 years ago in Futurism
Safe Harbor
Everything you have ever read, watched, and experienced in life is real, and it is all coming together through the Great Calling that has reached all corners of the Cosmos. All galaxies and time frames collide to meet and join together on the future making of the New Life.
By Kelly Walker5 years ago in Futurism
The Delivery System
The virus itself had been a work of pure genius, no-one disputed that. 93% of the world’s population dead within four short weeks. Just a very rough estimate, of course. For some years afterwards, however, the few remaining marketing executives occasionally discussed the remarkable delivery system. Some said the final mortality wouldn’t have been more than about 75% without it.
By Sean Burke5 years ago in Futurism
Utopia Part 2
Continued from Part 1. It’s easy to smirk at my friend’s final comment, especially if you consider yourself a futurist. But it represents a common phenomenon, even amongst very clever people. And after all, why on earth should we spend any time thinking about what we want the world to look like in a hundred years? It would seem to make sense to focus on our current problems, and only worry about the next five to ten years or so.
By Conor McCammon5 years ago in Futurism
Carnivorous Vegans
Today, vegans are a small but dedicated group who, despite market pressure, make morally driven consumption decisions. That is, they allow a moral principle to guide their purchases and consumption over personal utility. Of course, some vegans just hate the taste of meat or are vegans for health reasons. But the vegans that I’m talking about specifically are Moral Vegans. Be it about rights, welfare, or the environment, Moral Vegans are stubbornly principled in the face of social conventions and economic influences. They often pay more for vegan alternatives, and are relatively marginalised in the marketplace (although a fairly robust niche for vegan alternatives has definitely emerged in the last few years). They remain stoic: they're in the right, and everyone else is making a terrible consumptive mistake.
By Conor McCammon5 years ago in Futurism
