humanity

The evolution of humanity, from one advancement to the next.

AR GLASSES a New TECH Trend in 2022
What the future might hold for Metaverse, telephones, crypto money, and other tech? As the new year draws, the time has come to theorize how our lives might change in the future time, all gratitude to the plenty of advances around us. Here is a brief look at what the future might hold for the universe of tech in the year 2022.
By Bogdan Munteanu4 years ago in Futurism
Cheap Robots will soon threaten human jobs
Robots are currently completing about 10 percent of manufacturing tasks with machines, and this percentage will rise in the next decade, threatening employment opportunities in certain fields and countries, according to a research.
By Samara Ben4 years ago in Futurism
Apocalypse Denial
I grasp the cold metal handle of the shabby, wooden, inner door, press my thumb on the old lever, and push. Wood scrapes against the marked-up lime linoleum as I hip-check the door.
By Anjula Evans4 years ago in Futurism
My Life...My Own
by: Dennis R. Humphreys The world had changed drastically since Taylor heard his father talk about ihis changing world when he was a child... back before then. Politically, economically, socially... nothing was as it was. Those born into it didn't know it. They knew nothing else but the feeling of uselessness and hopelessness which abounded, this was not natural. Men dictating to men what they do, and how they do it... controlling every aspect of your life. It's unnatural. While those living in such conditions may not have fully understood its ramifications, they did understand the underlying feelings that dark cloud that hovers on the horizon, and the feelings of nothingness imposed on the human soul.
By Dennis Humphreys4 years ago in Futurism
Sun and Rain
As much as the rain graces us, there is need for sun. The sun cannot replace the rain. The rain cannot replace the sun. Each are equal in terms of survival. Two lands live beside each other, one moist and humid, and one dry and cracked. Both are necessary for the inhabitance of humans, which live near the crossing. I live in the city of rain, where our entire lifestyle revolves around water. Our abode is not dreary and gloomy, like many people crack the rain up to be. The lights of bioluminescent life are strung around the roads, and are a quite beautiful sight. The lush vegetation is vibrant in color. Our people love the rain, and would most likely shrivel in the face of the sun. I walked along, splashing in stray puddles that line the sidewalk. The cold water hits my leg, and I wince. As cool as my town may be, being north of the West side, it is particularly cold today. Some people choose to carry umbrellas, but most do not. We have grown up in the rain, and it no longer bothers us. As I reached my destination, the blow dryer at the door went off. I stood there for a second or two, letting it thoroughly dry me off. After my skin felt parched, and my hair became crispy, I proceeded into the shop. It boasted pastries, teas, and coffees of all kinds. My favorites would have to be strawberry flavored tea and cloud milk bread. I sat down at a table in the corner, placed my order, and sat down a clear bag, in which was a plethora of items. As I removed a stray book, I felt a chill run down my spine, followed by a voice spoken in my ear. “Well what have you got here?” the voice sounded. Stunned, I spun my chair only to see a familiar face. He smiled, and pulled up a chair to sit near me. “I was expecting you to be here earlier. Maybe if you hadn’t had the courtesy to up-do yourself every time you went out, it wouldn’t have taken so long.” I turned back to my book, scoffing without any other response. He frowned, then pulled out a book of his own. “I actually care about my appearance, and use an umbrella when I go out. Not like a fish would know anything about those.” “How would a cactus even know what an umbrella is? Do you hate water so much, to go out of your way to learn how to use one?” Fish and Cactus were popular nicknames for people on East or West sides. Sierra was a transfer student from the East side. His whole life had been lavish and sunny. Not ever feeling a drop of rain on his scalp. Still to this day, he has yet to let the constant rain touch his. Being paired with his for a project isn’t a pleasant experience. Just because Sierra was a prodigy student doesn’t mean he is particularly smart, it just means that he can classify different diseases just from the look of the patient. His pink, curled space buns were yanked down, and he shook his hair out. A waiter came over to our table, and set down a plate of cloud milk bread, chocolate toffee pudding, and two strawberry teas. Sierra reached for the pudding, while I went for the bread. We ate our respective sweets hungrily, and started our studies. After Studying for what felt like hours, I packed my books back up, and left the shop. We had said our goodbyes, but ended up walking the same way up until he entered the house next to mine. Quite an awkward situation I must say, having to avoid the corners of his umbrella and all, but I pay it no mind. This is the first day I bonded with his. Sierra ended up being my closest friend, as different as we are. He took me on adventures, and I gave his just as exciting ones. People romanticize love, courting and marriage, but simply having a best friend can be the most rewarding thing a woman can have.
By Rachel J4 years ago in Futurism
Genesis 2.3-c
She looked out the window into space, holding a small vase over her arms where a single rose was planted. "It should happen right at the middle there," she thought. As she waited, her gaze rested on the plant she cradled on her arms. She fidgeted the ground right under the rose to reveal the gold coin she had buried this morning alongside its roots. On the coin was minted “2.3-c”.
By KM Varilla4 years ago in Futurism
The Obelisk
As far back as memory will afford me, I know only two things; the Obelisk and that I am compelled to climb it. A tower of cold black obsidian-like night bereft of pale moonlight. Spanning acres, puncturing the grey rain clouds above and emerging from dark, vast waters below. Waters that ebbed and crashed and roared with shocks of white sea spray defining each wave and ever-rising with incessant downpour. The Obelisk is both my port in the storm and a prison.
By C. Raymond Martin4 years ago in Futurism
Curated
Wednesday’s lunch break is something special, isn’t it? There’s nothing like the feeling of gliding toward the weekend, letting gravity fight your battles for you. Or so they say. I don’t exactly have weekends in my profession.
By Oliver Greive4 years ago in Futurism
Titaness
‘She’s out there again,’ Maria said. Julien sat at the table behind her as she looked out of the large, semi-circular window that occupied one side of the room. Their apartment sat atop a towering, cylindrical block that droned quietly each day as it worked hard to mimic Earth’s gravity within. It sat near the centre of activity on Saturn’s satellite, Titan, and Maria was not able to shake the feeling of being always on display.
By Billy Forshaw4 years ago in Futurism
The Biscuit
When I was younger than I am now, I made a rocket balloon with my father. We sent it into Space with a smiley-face biscuit wrapped in tin foil.
By Eamonn Miller4 years ago in Futurism
Planet of Scars
~In a place far away, in tomorrows today life changes to be unrecognizably strange There's only one way I can think to explain
By Brook Middlebrook4 years ago in Futurism
Planet of Scars
Here is my outline for the story I have been working on for the past 5 years. There is a group of the most powerful, elite people and they become very jaded and overcome by bloodlust. They slowly brainwash people by enforcing the belief that they are their own gods, capable to do everything by their lonesome. By that same measure, they are also aware that in a world full of isolated gods, there can be no real comradery- no common decency in the end game, because how would 2 or more gods share power? How would they all inflict their decisions upon all the other people who are ALSO their own gods?
By Brook Middlebrook4 years ago in Futurism