humanity
The evolution of humanity, from one advancement to the next.
Bus 713
I awoke on a bus. My head pounded and felt like a well used snare drum. Where am I? I remembered nothing. I had a tattoo on my wrist, 713. It was dark and the air was acrid, full of sulfur and ash. It smelled of death. I closed my eyes and rubbed my face. I was not alone. There were perhaps ten or fifteen others on the bus. Most were middle aged men like myself, but there were a few women and one child. Some of them were blindfolded. Others were secured to their seats with handcuffs. No one was talking. It was silent. Our lullaby was the hum of the engine.
By Sean Rohrer5 years ago in Futurism
Not just a bad dream
The sterile room around Anna was silent and tranquil, what she imagined waking from a dream would be like, except this was no dream, Anna was strapped to a vertical table looking into the eyes of the only four people in the world she trusted. Anna’s nightmares were always lucid, inescapable and always the same, as if her friends were reaching beyond the grave reminding her of the past they shared. The screams echoing around the room penetrated Anna’s soul, as if the look in her friend’s eyes wasn’t torture enough. She tried reaching out to them, to comfort them, any way she could, a smile, a look, anything, but this nightmare wouldn’t let her because it was more than just a dream, it was real. Anna and her friends were positioned in a circle facing each other, David was to Anna’s immediate left, Phebe to his left, Asheek next to her, and finally Gannet on Anna’s right. One Doctor and their Assistant tended each of them, standing at their sides, administering and observing their wicked and painful tests. Screams pierced the air, Anna’s jaw clenched reactively to the sound, her teeth grinding against each other, as if the sounds themselves could hurt her, but in reality it was the images of her friends being hurt that felt like knives in her heart. The Doctors had just injected another new serum into the I.V.’s and already it was taking hold of each of their bodies and minds, forcing them to morph, forcing them to change. To Anna’s left David’s body started to turn to metal, creeping from the chest outwards, fusing with the table itself until there was nothing but a mass of chrome in the shape of a human.
By Tom Mcmulkin5 years ago in Futurism
I'll Hold it in my Heart
The sun began to dip down low beneath the hills, bathing the land in rich pinks and oranges. Stars began to twinkle, bidding each other goodnight in a way that meant good morning. Anaya Andilet made her way down her street, reveling in the glorious feeling of the warm dusk. The houses on her lane all looked the same, short, squat and calmingly blue. The only difference was the type of flowers planted in boxes by the steps. Her’s were gardenias, the white blossoms drinking in the last few moments of sunlight. A little ways down, at the first house on the left, the patrollers were beginning to inspect the houses for the last time that day. Inspections were to ensure every family was following their schedule, and keeping up on their responsibilities. Seven a.m to make sure all were risen; noon to assure the house was clean and orderly; and seven p.m to be sure each member of the household was back in time for curfew. Anaya had been late once, it had ended in a cut in her breakfast rations.
By Alana Stickles5 years ago in Futurism
The Cure
“She’s dead.” My heart stopped beating as a tear burned a trail down my cheek. I clasped her hand and stroked the slowly cooling face. “No, that was too fast. She should have had another week…please!” Dropping to my knees I begged the medic. “Please.”
By Huckleberry Rahr5 years ago in Futurism
Love or Retrenchment
Part 1: The Controlled Zone Merrell stared thoughtfully at the Kön-igual bath in the corner of the living room, opening a panel, slipping a set of tools from an arm sleeve, to tamper with the settings again. The plan had been in effect for three weeks, and differences in the body were evident. Light grey hands made quick work of the digital interface. Removing the robe around Merrell’s body revealed smooth grey flesh, non distinct gender features and no hair whatsoever, even on Merrell’s pale head. Stepping into the shower-like receptacle naked and closing the door, lights flickered all around. Merrell stood with eyes closed thinking about Jodi and the encounter that sparked this crazy situation they were pursuing. After all, Jodie had convincing evidence that Merrell couldn’t ignore.
By Dannielle Nelson5 years ago in Futurism
A Message Left Just For (US) Humankind
My story will be about a person named David T. Berry. I browsed videos; on amazon prime video, I came across this Short series of videos; there are 8 videos. It's called 'The Knowledge Of The Forevertime'; So I started at episode 3, and; it's about all the cave paintings around the world and how they all have the same type of paintings no matter what cave you may enter into on this planet. I love science, cosmology, space, and I'm a sci-fi junky, and, at least, I can admit to my addiction. So I pressed pause and went and threw some. I went and threw some popcorn in the microwave, and then it was on from there.,
By Christina Barger5 years ago in Futurism
