Sci Fi

Jake Rodriguez
Slick your hair back, just like that. Okay, now just a little hairspray. Gorgeous, baby. You’re going to rock that presentation this afternoon. Tim won’t know what hit him. All you have to do is muscle up, puff out your chest, talk numbers… the new antidepressant will get put through to R&D before any of those reprobates have a chance to disapprove.
By Trenton Anthony5 years ago in Fiction
When All You Want To Do Is Leave
Dolly, Dolly, come back. Her voice, like the self-soothing purr of a cat. Many things have brought me to this empty cathedral, in this empty city. A disease. A vocation. A paper trail. A locket. Of all these things, it’s the voice that lingers. Not reproachful, not bitter; just a chant, a girl’s jump rope melody, almost meaningless.
By Eric Dovigi5 years ago in Fiction
Allison
“Hey Allison, how are things? “All things considered, pretty good for a teenager my age, J0E.” “What are you doing hanging around here in SECTOR 13?”
By CR. Phoenix 5 years ago in Fiction
They Are Here
They're here! My grandfather said he talked to them once, but I didn't believe him. He was quite the storyteller. He said he was a descendant of the great American Indian war chief, Geronimo. He also said he was Elvis Presley's cousin. I laughed off his stories, but they entertained me.
By WriterKat5 years ago in Fiction
New Horizons
This is my 240th wakeup. The headache isn’t quite as bad as the last time. I still wish there were a way to cross space through a wormhole like in old cinema movies. Cryogenics have improved, but it’s still not for sissies. We are awakened every 60 days to offset the effects of atrophy.
By Julie Lacksonen5 years ago in Fiction
From Science Fiction to Reality: The Evolution of Artificial Intelligence
What was once a fabrication of the creative mind of some our most renowned sci-fi scholars, man-made consciousness (AI) is flourishing in our regular day to day existences. We're as yet a couple of years from having robots available to our no matter what, yet AI has effectively had a significant effect in more inconspicuous manners. Climate figures, email spam separating, Google's hunt forecasts, and voice acknowledgment, such Apple's Siri, are altogether models. What these innovations share practically speaking are AI calculations that empower them to respond constantly progressively. There will be developing agonies as AI innovation advances, yet the beneficial outcome it will have on society as far as effectiveness is tremendous.
By waqar jameel5 years ago in Fiction
Junil
Harbu stood amidst a cloud of blue spores as they gently swept across the landscape. She reached toward the sky and closed her transparent eyelids. The spores attached to her fragile body, and her skin softened as it expanded and retracted. She was nourishing her body with Moonites that every living creature on Junil consumed. In return, creatures molted their skin and left them on the ground. That allowed the fungus to grow large enough to penetrate the rocky surface. The fungus drew energy from the only source of nutritious light, reflected from Junil's moon.
By T. R.5 years ago in Fiction
Full Metal Locket
“Jas… wake up, we need to keep moving”. ‘Mhhmmmm’, Jasper let out a sleepy moan, the voice encouraging him to wake. “We have been here too long, pack up and keep quiet, it's early, come on, big day ahead.”
By Lauren Bryde5 years ago in Fiction
The Ark
Utopia isn’t a place really. It’s an idea. Or better yet, an ideal to seek. It’s ubiquitous in that it pops up in many ways throughout history and in myths and legends. Through the ages we have always had stories that allude to some great perfect moment coming. The dream of it is alluring. As a child I always hoped it could happen. I read the classics and watched the old speculative fiction movie streams from a young age. The ones where humans imagined what the world would look like in a future without all of life’s petty problems. Where everyone had come together as a species and made great things happen. Nothing I read or saw ever convinced me that such a place, such an ideal could exist. Because I knew people.
By K.T. Seto5 years ago in Fiction
String Days
String days have fooled us and through their string hours we dangle alone bodies tangled memories knotted as we sway from the day to a string night of bone
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart Shaped Locket
Dark days The machines were everywhere. It was dark but as we machines know, we do not need light to negotiate the broken land. All we need is electronic pulses that rebound to our sensors, giving us an idea of direction and highlighting any obstacles that may impede our travel, plus some small halogenic lamps for illumination. And the reason for needing to travel is obvious – to find power.
By Gavin Mayhew5 years ago in Fiction
Chip in my heart
The cramping in my fingers was beginning to become unbearable as I typed madly on the keyboard, trying to break through A firewall I designed to be unpenetrable. My objective to stop the AI we call Neta, short for New Evaluationalized tech Allie from setting off more nuclear bombs.
By Jessie Anne5 years ago in Fiction