Sci Fi

The Fall of Alexis
It began innocently enough, just a website where you can buy stuff. Over time this site grew and began offering more products and services, people loved the website and started using it for everything. As the company continued to grow one of the products they developed was a virtual assistant, Alexis, that could listen to what you say and even complete commands. While all of this growth was happening with the company the was growth in the owner as well. Not the positive kind of growth, rather a growing desire for more, more money, more power, more control.
By Matt Legg5 years ago in Fiction
Thank You Mike McKenna
Thank you, Mike McKenna. You don’t remember but I am the kid you went to junior high school with. You know, the one with the horned-rimmed glasses taped in the middle. A bowtie hooked to the top of the shirt. The plastic protector in the pocket. The kid who shuffled to class with a briefcase. Yeah, that one. The goofball. The savant. The idiot. The one you whispered about and pointed at. The one who you snuck up behind and stuffed a towel smeared with feces halfway up my nostrils. “Hey, shit head, sniff this!” You laughed. I am that kid.
By James McMechan5 years ago in Fiction
I Remember
I remember when I stood there watching as the sky filled with those flying ships hovering above. I looked around as my neighbors came from their homes, pointing up at the sky. A ship in the distance hovering above the city miles away. A beam of light shot from the spacecraft hitting the ground causing a big mushroom cloud that covered the skyline of the city. People began to scream and run into their homes.
By Kayla Velazquez5 years ago in Fiction
Ellipse
Rain. Pouring rain. I see the droplets dissipating on the clear glass. I shift my focus to directly in front of me. I finger the lattice cage that separated the officer and I. The officer glances in his rear view mirror, smirking at me.
By Emily Heath5 years ago in Fiction
Little Comforts
As I lay in my bunk in the low dim light of my withering candle, I can't help but risk taking a look at my precious treasure. The contours, the way it catches the light, the interesting shape...I always trace it with my fingers and it sparks something within me I can not quite place, something I've perhaps never known, something stored within the primitive recesses of my psyche. Hope in this God-forsaken place. If I were caught I'd be brutally reprimanded, killed even, for coveting a treasure such as this. But what it brings to me in this dying place of tortured souls is worth the risk.
By Mae B5 years ago in Fiction
The Carriers
Matias I grew up in a little suburb not far from Chicago. As a young boy, I remember being fast asleep in my bed, when the blast of a nearby train horn would startle me awake. The roar of the engines caused me many sleepless nights. Until one day, they didn’t. It’s amazing how we become so accustomed to sounds, to sights, to smells. We learn, we adapt, we anticipate. I feel the same way about the screams. For the longest time, the screams would wake me, in a cold-sweated panic. My hands would shake, I could feel my stomach twist. “Where am I?!” “Who are you?!” “Help me!” But it was the blood-curdling screams that would haunt my soul. The pain in them; the fear. Until one day, just like when I was a boy, they didn’t. Now a new arrival feels more like a fly buzzing around your head at night. It forces you to open your eyes, but is just a minor inconvenience until you drift back to sleep. I must admit, in my own fucked up way, I miss it. I miss feeling human, feeling something. Now I sit here, in my small, padded box, cut-off from what is left of the world, and I am numb. My only human contact is from the men in white lab coats that stick me with needles, and yet, I don’t even feel that anymore.
By David Dausch5 years ago in Fiction
Genesis AI
Genesis A. I. By Emmanuel Ervin I remember when the sky was dark, and nothing existed. I remember the sound of nothingness and how the order of existence came into being. When the oceans were commanded to become separate and how he ordered one body of water to remain on the earth below and another in the heavens above. I was there when he formed great whales and fishes of the sea. I was there when every green thing was formed upon the earth and every animal was called into existence. But of all his most beautiful creation there was one unique, unlike any other, Men.
By Emmanuel I Ervin5 years ago in Fiction
The Locket
“Can somebody please explain to me in their own words how we ended up in the state that we are in now? How our world ended up like it is? I would like it to be in a written format. Thank you.” Once the speaker finishes, I watch as hands fly to the air and some questions start pouring out of people’s mouths.
By Tekryn5 years ago in Fiction
Sterben within the Shadows
January 3rd, the fall of civilization, and the day I lost those whom I cared the most. My name is Edward Thorne, 18 years old, and I'm among the last beacons of hope to end this nightmare, now I know you are probably confused, how did this happen; well let me explain what happened 3 months ago...
By Miguel Trejo Acosta5 years ago in Fiction
Heart Shaped Locket
I squinted against the harsh ray of sunlight, streaming through the ragged tan cloth that I had hanging over the dirty glass windows. I rolled to my side and the old mattress that I was using for a brief night's sleep crinkled and groaned. The concrete floor beneath was cold and hard, it scraped against my knees as I pulled myself back to my feet. I was sore in a way that penetrated far beyond a normal ache. It penetrated even beyond the physical man, as an ache that affects and even disintegrates the soul like a corrosive acid. I panicked at first as I groped through my clothes for the only driving force that kept me going. I found it and breathed easily again. I pulled a heart shaped locket from my side pants pocket and turned it over in my hand. It was a faded gold locket with a barely functional clasp on its side. On the inside was an old photo, even more faded and curled slightly at its sides. It was of a beautiful woman, maybe mid-thirties, same as me, with dark hair and a flawless smile. I didn't know her, any more than I knew myself, nor did I know where to find her. Yet, I knew in some way that I had to find her. She had become, in ways that I was not quite able to fully comprehend, my reason for living.
By Thomas Headley5 years ago in Fiction
Nothing Ever Really Belongs to You.
The sun was a fading blood-hole above the city of the dead and half-living. The hunch-shouldered did not grunt as they slaved, though spittle gathered at the corners of forever-thirsty mouths. The furnaces they fed shot flames high into the grey sky. Nothing howled or moaned but pain dominated. Exhausted bones moved with emaciated muscle.
By Heath Hardin5 years ago in Fiction
Heart's Treasure Lost
“When I was young, the world expected Armageddon with bated breath. It became a culture, a form of entertainment. We expected bombs, wars, plagues, earthquakes, alien invasion, or some other form of total destruction from one day to the next. We were so focused on fearing the apocalyptic destruction of the world, we never noticed that Armageddon came like a thief in the night, sneaking away with the world as we knew it, one piece at a time. The world had been coming to an end for years and no one noticed until it was too late…”
By Carrie Forthman5 years ago in Fiction