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No One Left Alive
No one can hear you scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Drifting farther away from the ISS after being severed from her tether, Luitenant Brittany Marsh's heartbeat was pounding inside her space suit. Her radio communications had been severed and mission control's attempts to reach her were as empty as the space she now floated through. Her visor methodically fogged with her panicked breath as she watched the space station drift farther away.
By Tony Stone4 years ago in Futurism
The Scream
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I, however, can't help but think that galaxies scream in and out of existence every day, far out in that deep unknown black. Who is to say a star, right at this very moment, is not screaming into supernova? Sometimes I feel, late at night as I try to sleep, that I can hear them. All those voices of dying light.
By Wren Alexa4 years ago in Futurism
We Are Explorers
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That, of course, has never stopped us from trying. Today is the anniversary of Sputnik 1 being launched into the void. At least it is back on Earth. I am currently about 4 light years from Earth where it is a bit harder to keep track of the exact date. But on a "day" like this, I can't help but wonder at what could have driven humanity to just brute force their way into the sky with just some gasoline and aluminum.
By Brian Grannan4 years ago in Futurism
Ad Astra Per Aspera
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Maybe it all depends on the person, or maybe it’s that sixth sense people call “Intuition”. All I know is on that day I heard it clear as day. Me and my partner Talisman were on the U.N.S.F DARE conducting our daily inspection of the Railguns, Chainguns, Sensors, Beacons, and Antennas for our sector. Everything was progressing as usual. No changes were visible outside of the slight icing from being in the cold void know as space, Talisman making bad jokes that I still laugh at, and then we head off to the next inspection.
By Deon Burton4 years ago in Futurism
Journey to New Earth
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I could push anyone out of this ship into space and no screams would emerge from their mouths. Silence would be all they would hear as space consumed their lives. My head cocked to the side as I stared at the pods in front of me, imagining all the ways they could end. It may be morbid or cruel, but these people represented everything I couldn’t stand. They were all sleeping peacefully, awaiting the day they would finally awaken in their new home. Their new galaxy. It wouldn’t be my home; it was never intended to be mine. Nor any of the caretakers. We weren’t wealthy enough to pay for a pod. We were hired to be servants, forced to care for those in the pods for generations.
By Emilie Turner4 years ago in Futurism
Voidborn
No one can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. By ‘they,’ I refer to that pampered segment of humanity who keep their feet firmly rooted to the homeworlds. Earth, Mars, even Venus, it’s all the same once you go down the gravity well. Although strictly speaking, those planetborn humans would be correct. But out here in the dark, those of us in the clans know differently. We all have radios, and I have heard many screams across the cold vacuum of space. That’s where the money is made.
By John Moore4 years ago in Futurism
Beyond the Sun's Light
No one can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. By ‘they,’ I refer to that segment of humanity whose ancestors never ventured into the void. They’re not wrong, strictly speaking. A man without his suit, screaming into the void will be dead silent, special emphasis on dead. But a man in his suit still has a radio, and I have heard many screams across the cold vacuum of space. I fear my voice may soon join that unfortunate chorus of souls. Should the most likely outcome occur, let this record bear testimony to the events on this godforsaken ship. My name is Jan Sobra of Clan Sama, and maybe I can spare another soul from that silent scream into the night.
By John Moore4 years ago in Futurism
Lightyear Express (Part 1)
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say." These are the words echoing in Georgia's head as her mind ponders a near unperceivable reality amidst her deep slumber. The words repeated like a broken record as if they were the last thing she would ever hear. She began to grow restless as she came to realize her dream was just a motif she could not understand.
By Dustin Jessip4 years ago in Futurism
The Mystery of 'Oumuamua
Professor Loeb Unidentified Flying Objects, Aliens, Space Invaders, and suchlike apparitions are typically the domain of either science fiction or crackpots. Indeed, the sceptics frequently point to the fact that astronomers never report UFOs. After all astronomers have an ongoing professional interest in the sky. Some spend most of their careers examining images of the sky. If anyone was seeing flying saucers, it should be astronomers. But astronomers are familiar with the sky and know what they are looking at. Invariably they can find mundane explanations for the hyperbolic assertions of excitable amateurs. It’s always explained by the planet Venus, a meteorite, a satellite, ball lightening, or some other entirely natural phenomena.
By Christopher Seymour4 years ago in Futurism
