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Mature content from science fiction tales and odysseys.
Tales from New Bethlehem: Big Fat Freak
"Hey daddy you ready for me? The woman heaved her busom up and down in the man's face. The faint yellowish luminescence in her eyes signaled that her onboard circuits were functioning properly; siphoning power to her cell matrix. Like all androids, she had her serial number stamped in a sort of raised skin indentation on the back of her neck, just below the base of her skull. If you looked closely enough one could make out her name, make, and model number.
By jamie kene5 years ago in Futurism
Blockchain Castle
Knock! Knock! The vipers click their tongues against the sky. Prism patchwork repeating down country lines. Grind! Grind! Against the carpet of washed up dreams. Blood and tears pressed into the weave. Hark! Hark! the prisoners cry. Craning their necks, hoping for flight. Years of no answer, yet still they plea. When will we be free?
By Whim Grace5 years ago in Futurism
Day 7
The first few days of when Violet was activated felt as if they took ages to end, despite the fact that it was a fantastic time. That being said, as the week is starting to trail off to the end, I feel as if time is getting faster and faster. Which is something that I do not want because the time that I am spending with her is some of the happiest moments I have had recently. The companionship and the warmth of a relationship are making me happier each day.
By Come Again6 years ago in Futurism
The Pick Up
This story is my homage to the Netflix series Black Mirror. If you haven’t seen it yet, let me take a minute to warn you: It will change the way you think about everything. It’s a fantastic look at the possibilities and issues in the near future. From the surreal devotion to our social media standing, so much that it drives you crazy, to killer cyber-bees used to target internet bullies. If you enjoy this, you should definitely check out the show.
By Mickey Finn9 years ago in Futurism
Mesozoic
MESOZOIC Book 1 of 3 Written by Dan Black Prelude: Intrusion Quiet. That’s the first thing they noticed about this new world. It was quiet. They came from a different world where it was alive. Not that this world was not. It was alive. From the sounds of the trees groaning in the wind and the insects buzzing as they tried to steal a meal from these warm-blooded intruders, the world was very much alive. Even through the darkness of the night. But the intruders were used to the sounds of city traffic and horns blaring. The sights of millions of lights all around them on a consistent basis. This place. This world was not alive by any means to them. It was quiet.
By D.C. Black9 years ago in Futurism
Quietude of Soul
Entry I: Where Has The World Gone? In quietude of soul, the demon lies. Fallen angel of destiny. With knowledge of fate yet fighting. The demon is fighting. Where have you all gone? It is written that you ought to stay, at least for a while. Perhaps I read too much. A cocktail of good and evil inebriates the world. Quite the solution, quite the mix. Why are your eyes red? Why are your eyes red? I have allergies, bitch. Why is your back slouched? Why is your back slouched? I’ve got to hide my chest, why do you think? What are we? A generation of bitchfilth, smeared in an abyss of bitchfilthy glass. Where has the world gone, but to recruit me? The Saul, the king you claim to need. The little fuck falling on his sword while his son falls on his too. The Nathan telling Adonijah he’s not the king. The dirt underneath the altar to which he clung in vain for life.
By Τίποτα Oὔτις9 years ago in Futurism
