future
Exploring the future of science today, while looking back on the achievements from yesterday. Science fiction is science future.
The Laboratory
STITCH Inexhaustible scamps kick up black swells of charcoal dust. Squeals of laughter, although innocent, jar Hereon from the Stitch. Hereon sits hunched over a dusty desk, the clear veneer is peeling back in flakes bleached by time. The space is windswept - open to sun, sky and snake. Hereon admires the barefoot children chasing the vermin through the yucca and brittle bush. They pause the Stitch, dismount the headset and listen to the young ones play. The vivid dream like virtual reality of the Stitch is subtle yet distracting from physical world around , somewhat consuming. This world feels so solid, yet Hereon searches for clues of a small edge in the sky that they can harass and strip away. It’s the feeling of wanting to expose a secret you have no evidence for.
By Tauri Lang5 years ago in Futurism
X-80 Oppenheimer
1 Alsoomse was already tired of the day’s work, and the mist hadn’t yet lifted from the cool, quiet waters of Aquia Creek. As all the Patawomeck women and young boys did each morning, she had risen early and prepared for another day of tending the tribe’s nets. It wasn’t the most arduous task that the elders and the Dictates had laid down but neither was it the least. After a winding trudge through the Silver Maple trees that grew so thick on the banks of the Potomac river, she had shucked out of her patchwork of skins and salvaged old-world cloth and slid down into the icy waters of the creek. Since then she had spent her time half-wading, half-swimming between the tall catch-poles, checking their nets. They stood like thin, boughless, aquatic trees, marking where each net was set and anchoring its possible contents. Now, shivering and with numb fingers, she rested, lay back on the relative dry of the bank, and looked up as the sun began to flicker through the lighter patches of mist. She watched as a samara, disturbed by a squirrel or a gust of wind floated down spinning a drunken jig towards the creek.
By Oliver Ashford5 years ago in Futurism
MEANING
MEANING * “Everything in here is so dusty!” George rolled his eyes at his younger sister’s comment as he looked around the trove of boxes. When his mother had said they were travelling to the Surface-Domain, he had assumed they were heading to a Heritage Reserve to wander through the Amusement Monuments. It had been years since they had returned to their late Grandfather's home, so it hadn’t even occurred to George that it was their destination. A few hours of moaning and groaning had led their mother to give the two a job: Sort through the old junk in the attic.
By Jared Someone5 years ago in Futurism
The Book of Possibility
There was once a man who journeyed throughout the world in search of a little black notebook. It was said to contain wisdom beyond man’s wildest dreams. This man’s name was Neon. He was a physicist who spent most of his days in a laboratory or out in nature, trying to figure out the secrets of the universe. As he was growing up, he had heard stories of a mysterious little notebook. The tales he had heard said that this notebook had no author. No one knew the true origins of the book. Some speculated that it may have entered into our dimension through a stargate.
By Tjader Carter5 years ago in Futurism
Cabare, City of Strife
Nani stirred to the cold taste of dirt. She must have shifted off her blankets in the middle of the night. Clicking her languid tongue against the roof of her mouth, she let the sediment from her floor collect against her palette, a gritty reminder of life in Cabare. Nani swallowed. A hard swallow, dry and sharp as it caught tight in her throat. A second swallow pushed the other one down and she reached her left hand out to the side, a half-hearted search and rescue attempt to find the blankets she remembered falling asleep on.
By Audrey Jeanette5 years ago in Futurism
A Respite in Time
Dazed. Disoriented. The familiar feeling of being pulled into a random time zone, came rushing back like a knife to the gut. As I trudged across what felt like grass, my exo suit began adapting to the unknown surroundings. I looked at my hands, still seeing blurred double vision from the time jump, and noticed this time the suit was giving me a completely new disguise. The suits advanced fabric danced across my body, layering itself like a chameleon to give me some kind of black, tailcoat jacket? "Alexa, where am I?" I exclaimed.
By Ryan Cameron5 years ago in Futurism
Just Like Everyone Else
The bunker was 100 miles east and north of Seattle, almost in Canada, miles from anywhere, yet here Pete was, back in five minutes, holding a case of Cristal, $20,000 worth of bubbly, the last time they bought it. Which was eight years ago, when they got here. The virus, political disintegration and economic collapse were reasons enough for Billy and Warren to head for the underground palace and plan the new world order they would head up when it was all over.
By David Williams5 years ago in Futurism
The Big Payday
The spiraling, white light was blinding. It was also textured, which made Marcus nauseous. He could feel centuries flow through his body, like a thread through a needle. The feeling of warping, then walking through time and space to a specific time and place was always… well, weird. But it was a living.
By Rado Randriamamonjy5 years ago in Futurism
TOD, Time of Death
At first blush, knowing the future sounds pretty neat. Who wouldn't want to know what stocks were going to be hot next week, or next week's Power Ball numbers? But there can be a downside. Can't say I'm much interested in knowing when I or anybody else is going to die. That is terrible information to have.
By Cleve Taylor 5 years ago in Futurism
Seeing a Rhino
At the time the law was passed by Congress, environmentally conscious young adults held a growing majority in both the House and the Senate. Older generations championing traditions of a different epoch had finally dried up and cracked like paint from the old wood siding of a house. The Biodiversity Encouragement, Appreciation, and Research Act (the BEAR Act) mandated new funding for the study of all threatened species, especially large animals and predators, which science had shown to be particularly sensitive to habitat disruption. The title of the act and its acronym represented a memorial to the polar bear.
By C. James Snyder5 years ago in Futurism
