Sci Fi
Follow The Rules
One of the things that was always trotted out was: "If you have done nothing wrong, you have nothing to fear" That would be fine if the systems worked properly and were transparent and above board. People were told that slight changes were needed to ensure the safety of them and their families, and people generally accepted it.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred about 14 hours ago in Fiction
A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms Review – Small Stakes, Strong Impact
As one of the most celebrated fantasy universes ever created, A Song of Ice and Fire continues to command a loyal global audience. After diving deep into Targaryen history with House of the Dragon, the franchise now pivots to something more intimate. A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms trades dragons and dynastic wars for a grounded, character-driven journey—and the result is surprisingly refreshing.
By Fawad Ahmadabout 21 hours ago in Fiction
The Blue Circle of Love. AI-Generated.
Chapter 1: The Drop The cargo plane flew low over Erangel, growling like an old beast forced to keep flying long after it should have retired. Cabin lights trembled, reflecting off helmets and tactical vests. Some passengers sat in silence. Some stared blankly at the steel floor. Others studied folded maps they already knew by memory. Just another online game with the same play and the same vibe, but way too advance like and online game app. But today something really is different, something that could shake the entire game platform.
By Luke Dreayrya day ago in Fiction
The Inversion
March 30th, 2027: The Day the World Turned Inside Out No one screamed. That was the first strange thing. On March 30th, 2027, the sun rose in the west. Not dramatically. Not in a cinematic blaze. It simply appeared where it did not belong — quiet and confident, as if it had always preferred that direction.
By Flower InBlooma day ago in Fiction
THE LAST ALGORITHM. AI-Generated.
Kael's fingers danced across the crystalline interface, tracing lines of shimmering code that most people mistook for incantations. In the Compiled Realm, there was no difference. Magic was software. Reality was the operating system. And Kael was a debugger.
By Cordelia Vancea day ago in Fiction
THE LAST ALGORITHM. AI-Generated.
The Archive sang its final song at 3:47 AM on a Tuesday that would never be recorded. Dr. Yuki Tanaka stood before the quantum core, watching fractals of light spiral through the crystalline matrix like stars being born and dying in microseconds. She had spent seventeen years teaching machines to think. Now, in the abandoned server farm beneath Old Detroit, she was about to teach one to forget.
By Alpha Cortex2 days ago in Fiction
Nothing in Stock
The automatic doors sighed open like they were tired of pretending. A burst of refrigerated air hit my face—cold enough to promise milk, to swear on the gospel of dairy—but the first thing I saw was a tower of cartons labeled WHOLE, stacked in perfect family rows, each one feather-light. A woman in a beige coat lifted one, gave it a little shake, and smiled.
By Flower InBloom2 days ago in Fiction
Midpoint Station
“Welcome aboard, Capt. Avery. I pray that your stay here is a good one.” “That remains to be seen.” Capt. Avery Thigpin arrived at Midpoint Station on August 21st, 2066. This was the first time he had been here since it was constructed 20 years ago. I had never seen him in person until now. Most people here hadn’t. We only knew him by reputation. People normally call him Capt. Fire, although nobody would ever try it in his presence. Rumor has it that SGT. Steel wasn’t aware that Capt. Avery was standing behind him. He was speaking to his crew, telling them to beware that “Capt. Fire” was on the base. He was reduced to Private First Class the next day.
By David E. Perry3 days ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Texted From the Future. AI-Generated.
It was 11:47 PM when Arham’s phone buzzed. The sound cut sharply through the quiet of his apartment. He had been lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the usual worries of life—deadlines, responsibilities, the strange emptiness that had been following him for months.
By shakir hamid4 days ago in Fiction
The Echo Chamber of Lost Orion
The silence of the Event Horizon II was not a true silence. It was a layered symphony of mechanical whispers—the rhythmic thrum of the ion drive, the hiss of recycled oxygen, and the occasional groan of the hull as it adjusted to the immense gravitational tides of the Sector 7 nebula. Captain Elias Thorne sat in the observation deck, a translucent dome that offered a panoramic view of a cosmic graveyard. Ahead of them lay the ruins of a civilization that had mastered time before it mastered itself.
By Alpha Cortex4 days ago in Fiction
