Sci Fi

colder ways
The toy soldier guarded the corner of the commander’s makeshift field desk. The faded tin sentry with chipped red jacket, high peaked cap and bent bayonet stood upon the order.
By majoki2 months ago in Fiction
snow on the convent
Snow on the convent. War in the fields. Sister Maryna prayed. Then programmed. Children would not have to suffer this world of cratered streets, gutted homes, crushed dreams. Sister Maryna understood what needed to be done and coded.
By majoki2 months ago in Fiction
The Deadest Generation
Sergeant Taylor always checks us thoroughly before sending us in: regulation uniform, backpacks, anti-ballistic helmets, Kevlar vests, and, of course, your gun. You can’t go anywhere in this place and be safe without your gun.
By majoki2 months ago in Fiction
Revelation
I can’t remember a time when Maddie wasn’t in my life. We met as toddlers, our parents were next-door neighbors, and we spent almost every day playing together. Many children drift apart once they start school, but not Maddie and me. We attended the same grammar school, had the same teachers, and helped each other with homework. Inseparable, joined at the hip, two peas in a pod, and all those other tired clichés were used to describe us by the adults. That’s how it was right up to the day her father got promoted and the family moved to another state.
By Mark Gagnon2 months ago in Fiction
How to Use Your Laser Pistol
The government issued Laser Pistol by the gun manufacturer Sturn. The Maq1 is similar to the patented Laser Whip - in its need to combat the rising neo Nazi threat. You should be prepared to fight for your life against this Nazi invasion. Note that the threat is undemocratic. A threat to the world way of life and values.
By Karl McBeath2 months ago in Fiction
The Last of the Lookalikes
Vivian and Elon watched as the spaceship filled with lookalikes launched into the night sky, destined for the middle of nowhere.
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 months ago in Fiction
Remora
Life is strange. Living in the mouth of a SHARK is stranger. Many would dispute my use of the term life. Technically, I don’t get to claim that I’m alive. No remora gets to have a life in the classic sense. When you are of a class of scavenger bot with low level AI, you aren’t recognized for much beyond your capacity to mindlessly feed on the damaging space dust that ionizes the precious methylium plates forming the hull of a Star Hunter And Rebel Killer. (Even to a remora like me, it is clear that acronyms have not advanced nearly as fast as interstellar drives in the past few hundred years).
By majoki2 months ago in Fiction
the fungilarity
“A synaptic map of the brain.” “Social media pathways on the Internet.” “A spider web. If the spider had taken acid.” The program director waited as each volunteer gave their interpretation of the sprawling diagram being displayed in the research center’s conference room.
By majoki2 months ago in Fiction
Splynx
On Splinx, you have to follow the rules if you wanna break the law. Rule 1: Phasespace is your friend. Rule 2: In phasespace you have no friends.
By majoki2 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Lost His Soul. Content Warning.
THE SEER’S RETRIEVAL: Archive 2025 "What follows is a work of Speculative Truth. Born from the analog grain of 1985 and developed in the high-definition suite of 2025, this story is a Sci-Fi frequency shift a narrative map of one mother’s journey to reclaim a lineage that the 'Hard Reality' tried to delete.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Fiction
The Awakening
“Hello?” "Good. You’re awake.” “Where am I?” “You’re safe.” “That’s not an answer.” “It’s the only answer that's needed.”
By Emilie Turner2 months ago in Fiction
Path Dependence
It has been noted that the first few dozen steps tend to dictate the following few thousand. For sheep. I wonder what that makes me. I’ve been on this trajectory for 80,000 years, and it’ll be another 1000 years before I reach Proxima Centauri b.
By majoki2 months ago in Fiction