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The Heartbroken Locket
Major Humberto Gilead sighs as the courier bag is dropped on his desk. Normally he enjoys his work; that’s why he insists on doing this himself, instead of delegating it to one of his many underlings. He has a talent for this kind of thing; putting together pieces of a puzzle to develop a bigger picture, including all the undisclosed peripheral pieces. He was able to put aside the sad human aspects of the job; this evidence was generally collected from the bodies of dead resistance fighters, or from those unfortunate enough to have been captured alive. After all, his work was important: By identifying the rebels, he could piece together their families, and that often led to capturing rebels before they even got a chance to do any harm.
By John Garrod5 years ago in Futurism
The Soldier's Locket
The Soldier reached his right hand into his pocket and gave the locket a quick rub, just to make sure it was still there. It wasn’t unusual for a soldier to carry around a trinket or charm for good luck. If anyone else saw it, they’d assume it was just another heart-shaped locket, probably with a picture of a lover or mother on the inside. Even if they held it for a second, they wouldn’t notice anything strange about it. You’d have to really examine the locket to realize it wasn’t actually made of gold.
By Thomas Kennedy5 years ago in Futurism
That’s Karma
Celecia had been waiting for this day for about two years now. She was damn near shivering from this sick feeling creeping up in the pit of her stomach. Her anxiety was acting up again. She breathed in and out in a labored sequence. She took in her surroundings carefully. She stood in front of a bold palace-like building that was nothing like she had ever seen before. Such a contrast to the crying parents who lay littered on the streets begging for their children back. That's why Celecia was here today. Her daughter was such a beautiful child so full of life until karma happened. The Karmic Society was an all knowing force that recorded everything it’s citizens did in an unbiased manner. Or at least that’s what the brochure she was handed said. Long passed were government organizations. They controlled everything. If you cut someone off in traffic that was tallied up against you. They said this was just and that the scale never made mistakes but that just wasn't true. And she was going to be the one to prove it. They made a mistake and it started twenty-three years ago when she was separated from her birth mother, Evenira, a Karmic Member herself.
By Hope Chadwick5 years ago in Futurism
The Ultimate Choice
Welcome to the world of 2100. The world as we knew it had ended and all that was left was rubble and ashes. That of course was all thanks to my great grandfather James o Reilly. Who was he, you may ask? Only the destroyer of the entire planet of course.
By Luke Thurman 5 years ago in Futurism
The Last Haven
My name is Amy Tunder and I often lay at night remembering what the world was like before the bombs fell. So much promise, so much technological advancement and yet we were fools to think ourselves as invincible. We were destroyed by our own arrogance and complacency as a virus was able to infect our cyber security and launch the worlds nukes. The virus made our systems believe we were under attack and thus so we paid the price. I live in Helianthus the last known city in this desert wasteland a.k.a the world. Helianthus is encased in a large dome which protects us from the ferocious storms that were intensified by the radiation from the bombs. Half the city has been rebuilt and is home to most of the population while the other half is still under reconstruction and ruin consisting of poverty and crime as police do not really exist in that sector. The dome, robot servants and the reconstruction are thanks to my husband, James Tunder, and his company The Tunder Corporation.
By Jake Dewey5 years ago in Futurism
Change of Heart
The locket fell from the roof. Thyme had always loved that locket. But the man in the blue jacket. had no regard for it. He just wanted the building. Thyme and his cousin, Othello, had found the building shortly after everything “went dark” as they now say. The three-story brick structure had a tower and was flanked by a gate around the entire perimeter. They never imagined they’d be there a year. They just wanted to get off of the streets on what was now known as “Hot Sunday”.
By Mario Hassell5 years ago in Futurism
Beyond Linear
Sunrise begins to tinge the skies purples, pinks and peaches as water cascades in a small falls, pleasantly hypnotic, though the desiccated fish and human remains upon and within the rich moss of the banks have long warned that the river's pleasantries, at least, are thus limited.
By April Wilson-Nolen5 years ago in Futurism
A Substance Forgotten
I’ve been born 543 times since I last tasted fresh water. Born may be inaccurate. A more factual description is manufactured. I’m one of the copies of the few selected human blueprints that were left to be janitors for our barren planet. Water isn’t necessary when you’re just a copy.
By Dianna Hann5 years ago in Futurism
