science fiction
Toxic Waste Mutant – Short Story
Garbage, toxic and poisonous, stretched as far as Sylis could see as the hover pod bounced up and down over the uneven terrain. He judged the landfill to be about thirty miles in every direction in this zone. This was the last contaminated zone they would have to visit tonight before the sun came up and the pillars of hazardous vapor could be seen more clearly by the floating cities above Read More
Genesis Earth – Digital Art
Ocean Songs – Short Story
“Pirates.” Cari said out loud, not having heard her voice in so long. It sounded rough and dry but it was better than the constant sound of water hitting the cargo container and now the mysterious sound that started a few days ago and wouldn’t stop. “Or a naval ship.” She said, giving a breath of oxygen to sugar snap peas growing on the container wall, attached by wire.
The doppler sonar device wasn’t picking anything up but it never did with its minimal radius. Sometimes she’d be drifting for miles and see ship debris, huge chunks of them usually, and the radar never picked them up. She could see them coming just by standing on top of the storage container before the sonar would even ping. The random debris would clink against her cargo container vessel and float around it Read More
Razorwing Invasion – Digital Art
Playing It Cool – Short Story
The clouds were gray and the ground was barren with sand and the bodies of the dead. It was an endless mass of corpses stretching over the horizon, each face smiling with glee, each warrior happy to die fighting each other or a robotic army or horde of fantastical creatures or another nondescript enemy, mostly out of anger, stupidity, and boredom.
This landscape was something I used to be proud of. I created the deserts, I created the tombs, the catacombs underneath, the hidden bunkers, the ruins of perpetual darkness, the overbearing sun and the creatures and monsters therein. But before I opened up this simulation to the gamers of the world, I marveled at the sand and its infinite configuration, how it slid down hill after a slight disturbance or how the grains floated on a slight breeze. Now the sand dunes are covered with splotches of red and black, rifles and other unimaginative weapons sticking out of the shallow graves Read More
Legion – Digital Art
VaXed – Short Story
“We are withered, aimless, and hollow, we are until we find something to follow.”
Her blood pulsed, her heart ached at the words of her favorite quote from her partner AI, the AI that was like another sense. Cora, worth the money Sepha spent on the digital intelligence, sent her messages, sometimes cryptic, to inspire her, to make her more of an individual, to be independent and strong.
It was Cora who gave her the information about the ministry and the terrible things they were doing, in the name of public health and the vaccination. Sepha stood on the roof of the 50-story server farm building, concealed behind a skin-tight, and itchy, cloaking suit. Monitor drones were zipping around the adjacent skyline, the smoke and heat output from the other server buildings pouring from the vents, creating a misty veil for their insect-like flight paths Read More
Overload – Digital Art
Worst of Humanity – Short Story
The explosion was deafening and left a column of black smoke in the sky. Another skirmish. Keith’s ears were still ringing as he stood on the apartment balcony, considering whether he should leave the city or stay put, and hope that he would be able to find food and water nearby. Scavengers would be raiding the buildings soon and he would have to defend himself eventually. There were several men down below, running through the streets with rifles, shouting and throwing up hand signals. They were scouts, probably sent this way to make sure there was an escape route available to the gang trapped in the battle happening a few blocks away, where the explosion happened Read More
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