Sci Fi

I Am Ruin
No-one could remember when the words began appearing on the architecture of modern civilization. It was a hideous graffiti, painted without care of style or aesthetics. The words dripped a heavy black ink that ran as if slowly applied to the surface. The style was not artful and it had a homogeneous consistency that suggested the same author. The message was unsettling and filled with rage as if the words themselves were sentient. I Am Ruin the words read, the implication was ominous and malignant. It wasn't noticeable at first, the placements were haphazard and random, not robust but thin and crooked. It was only after it was too late that people made any sort of connection to the writing and their arrival. Memory cannot recall where they came from either or when exactly things began to change, there was no big show of it. It was a reconnaissance operation and then an infiltration, an operation of stealth and silence. Did they arrive or were they born of the earth? A question never to be answered.
By Jared Bushnell 5 years ago in Fiction
2062
Private ownership is a thing of the past. The year is 2062. The State regulates everything for its citizens, rations are doled out regularly at what were once large grocery store chains. Citizens are evaluated before they reach adulthood and are given a Government Assigned Occupation (GAO). Currency doesn't exist anymore, at least not in the physical world. In an unregulated part of the internet, the dark web, anonymous individuals use digital cryptocurrencies to buy and sell all kinds of contraband: Art, uncensored writings, unlicensed laptops, illegal programs such as TOR and TailOS, and even drugs and weapons. Kevin McAffee is a dark web vendor, he started out by selling just Third Eye, a psychedelic but has expanded his stock to include amphetamines, empathogens, and other mind altering substances. Kevin's GAO was at his local post office, which made sending out packages that had illegal substances hidden in them just a little bit easier. He was approached with the business idea on the Holo-net, a government run virtual space where people could connect with friends and family and even interact with strangers in the safety of their own home. For the past few years it has been illegal to leave your house with a Permit of Transit, approved by The State of course. More and more revolutionary factions had begun to spring up in opposition to The State, and at this point people only left their houses to go to their GAO or pick up rations from The State run superstores, so nobody really reacted when just being outside was now considered “suspicious activity.”
By qylar K5 years ago in Fiction
Ripple Effect
Vibrations. Deep, slow, oscillating vibrations are moving through Anna’s cold back as if she were laying on a refrigerated sub-woofer.
By David Schuler5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart of the Dragon
I’m exposed. Waiting for Jamie to arrive distracts me from my usual vigilance. The Royal Standard Army contingent is in sight one hundred yards away from my location—too close for my safety. I dive into my hidey-hole as fast as the cat I named myself after. Now, I wait and pray they don’t see me in the dark cleft of rubble.
By Amy Proebstel5 years ago in Fiction
Steady
“Inferts and Repros together, in pursuit of a better world!” The Supervisor’s tinny voice echoed off the compound walls, where men with guns looked down over the crowd.
By C.S. Dinkel5 years ago in Fiction
We Are Each Other's
“And there will be sun?” Wren pressed. Her tiny shoulders stiffened. Her gaze darkened. Birdlike, her name apt. She was stronger than she looked.
By M. Lariah5 years ago in Fiction
The End of the New Beginning
To whomever it may concern; Everything was set. At this point in time, I wasn’t sure if I was the last human alive or not, but it was vital that I protected my newest model in case of an emergency. Reluctantly, I stabbed the needle of the alpha-iota syringe into my neck and injected the transmitter into my bloodstream. I injected the leftover blood into the glass heart-shaped locket that had survived what my husband did not; if this was going to work, my DNA needed to be contained in something to which I had an emotional attachment. Thirty minutes should be enough time for the alpha-iota serum to create an organic connection with my consciousness and transfer the information to the Biological Reinforced Artificially Intelligent Nucleus, or B.R.A.I.N., in the locket. When that locket is destroyed, my human body will instantly die and my consciousness will be transferred. If the time comes where I have no other options, I can finally connect my consciousness to my greatest creation yet—Artificial Model Resurrection 2 (AMR2). With this model as a body, I can finally finish what I started.
By Audrey Linton5 years ago in Fiction
Cityscape
EXT. MUSEUM FRONT ENTRANCE - YEAR 2032 A hooded figure bursts out the front doors with a heavy breath. She hastily looks left and right at the surrounding marble-paved streets, then starts moving forward.
By Steven Cirocco5 years ago in Fiction
Finding Maddy
When the first of the ash began to fall, it was reminiscent of growing up in Wisconsin. The first snowfall of the season arriving when the ground was still too warm for accumulation. A flake here and there.
By Jacqueline Druga5 years ago in Fiction
Alone in the Stars
START TRANSMISSION It’s been three months since I lost contact with planet earth. Our supplies are running low, our ship is too damaged to attempt a landing and my crew have lost their minds to the point of madness. Our fuel levels won’t allow us to turn back now, and all that lies ahead of us is a barren world with little hope of long-term survival. I fear that this may be the end. I miss the Earth. I miss the greenery that comes so naturally to the world I was born in. I miss the warmth of the sun on my skin and watching the sky turn red as it sinks into the haze of the horizon. But it’s you I miss most of all, my love.
By Anna May5 years ago in Fiction
The Pens
BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! I wake up with a start. What? I slide my legs over the edge of bed as I sit up. BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! Standing up in a huff I grab my housecoat and head for the front door to see who I'm punching in the nose for pounding on MY door like that at what, O230 hours on a Sunday.
By Daniel G Dionne5 years ago in Fiction
Utopia
Utopia By Brandi Wanto The simplicity scares me as I think about it from start to finish. Drilling an ice sample in the artic ended our civilization as we knew it. Cutting into the ice was cutting back in time. Ancient micoorganisms were free to mingle in the air. The bacterium and fungi swept through humanity killing anyone without immunity. Over 90% of the world wiped out in seven years.
By Brandi Bowers5 years ago in Fiction