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The End Where We Meet
The trees start whispering one morning, like a chatter of teeth, as the National Guard trucks filter through the one-way street of Highborn Avenue. Tommy Finch watches with an unease making his stomach flutter, his breath fogging out each scant moment, and he wonders if his father has awoken from the latest blackout last night. He peels his eyes away and shakes his head before he ducks under the nearby cafe’s awning.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Futurism
The Melancholy of a Dystopian Gentlemen
Well. Here I am again. Seems this is my life now. Rummaging for hours through endless garbage and clutter, looking for something that could just as well not even exist. What a life to live. Five-thousand credits. That’s all I needed to get on that bus and be done with all of this. Avalon is offering maintenance jobs that are hiring on the spot in Waco City and are transporting people by the bus load to take up the offer. Room and board included. I wanted nothing more than to be anywhere but this dreary old city, working for this less than accommodating corporation. A crisis scouring unit. Humph. That title was nothing more than a fancy name for a premium custodian with minimal detective skills. Oh well. Where would I get that kind of money from, anyway? It was wishful thinking… So here I am again. Searching for nothing in a place that’s as good as nowhere. The joy of life. What even is any of this stuff? If I had to take a guess, I would say that this used to be some sort of warehouse or factory, based on the multitude of complicated machinery and the litter of hazardous debris scattered throughout the place. There were bicycle parts, moldy old teddy bears and… wait. What is that? Under a pile of rubble sat something that seemed to stand out from the rest of it. It was a little black notebook bound by a sturdy black elastic strap that seemed to be a bit worn from time but also seemed to be in some sort of good shape still. I would normally look over an item like this one but it seemed so out of place here and I didn’t have much hope of finding anything else. I picked it up and opened it to find that it was mostly empty aside from loggings on the first three pages. I knew it wasn’t long until we would be given our lunch break. There also wasn’t anything more obviously interesting, nor was it much to read, so I sat down on one of the metal stools in the room and began reading the first log. It read:
By Dominik Thomas5 years ago in Futurism
Inn at the End of the World
There was an inn near the end of the world. A dusty tavern filled with the odd types that accumulated at the edges as the borders of the earth disappeared into fog. No one who went into that fog ever came out but that didn't stop people from trying.
By T.C. Sundberg5 years ago in Futurism
Top 3 Ways To Become Immortal & Other Cool Stuff You Can Do With A Dead Body. Top Story - February 2021.
When my son was 9-years-old, I found him standing in front of our fireplace staring up at our beloved dog’s urn and pondering over the profound questions of life and death, or so I thought. As my middle child, he was analytical and advanced in his mental age with a dark, sharp blade of a mind.
By Musing Around5 years ago in Futurism
Project Crypto
The man sat at the small metal coffee table, watching out the window, the world below. New York City. A city that had once stood gloriously had long fallen under economic pressure. Smoke rose from the streets scattered with the corpse remains of ancient cars. His watch buzzed, and a hologram popped up, the neon green numbers glitching out for a moment before stabilizing.
By Nina Karatkevich5 years ago in Futurism
Every Child Had One
The auctioneer walked up to the microphone and began to speak……. "Every child had one when I was a kid, every child, and adult had a little black book. It was a notebook, given to every person on their fifth birthday. The cover had your name, your date of birth and your government assigned email address on the front. Inside the front cover was the following statement:
By Jason Potter5 years ago in Futurism
