humanity
The evolution of humanity, from one advancement to the next.
Laid to Rest
A snowflake creeps in through a cracked car window seeking finality in the rising and falling of the old man's cheek. Activated by the sudden frost, the old man's eyelids began to part. “Still alive, huh,” he thought as he surveyed his surroundings. Slowly, he falls into the routine he picked up the last couple of days bedridden in the car. “Check your surroundings”. He found himself once again on his back cradled in a mess of cloth, trash, and blankets in a fabric seated 2045 honda accord, the only car in the area his people found suitable for a dying man. The car bore few injuries given that it has most likely been covered in snow the past 15 years. Most things have been under snow since the crash. Next, check yourself. The old man began a series of muscle tenses with mind to notice any new pains. His head was fine, both eyes working and his neck had minimal stiffness. This is thanks to the bedding his family made him before they departed. Hands were fine, only light frostbite to worry over, now the legs. His bottom half still had no function, good. The stab wound his son had left him with was doing its job.
By Colin Long5 years ago in Futurism
The Nth Degree
The coldness inside the chamber was unbearable. Tiny intricate designs of frost painted the chamber like icy flowers. Small icicles hung like long witch-like fingers from the ceiling in hopes of falling upon a passerby. Frosty branches seemed to grip the walls as if the walls were caving in. In the midst of this frigid dungeon sat Captain Kokou. He was a large muscular African man with very large hands. Kokou’s green military fatigues were dingy and frostbitten, with small tears in the kneecap area of his pants and shoulder area. His greenish black combat boots were unpolished and had several cracks in them. Kokou’s dreadlocks cascaded over his face masking his eyes. Captain Kokou sat in a large black wooden chair in the middle of the freezing room. The chair was reminiscent of an old-fashioned
By Gregory S Carr5 years ago in Futurism
Isko's Heart
If a tattered wasteland was an apocalyptic cliché, Isko figured it didn’t matter…there weren’t a lot of people to cast judgment on it, after The Great Abandoning. Two thirds of Humanity now floated away from the Sun, toward Systems that might offer a safe haven and solace. Isko had seen a great many people weep at being left to fight off the ceaseless attacks, by aliens that seemed to have no real purpose. To Isko, there had never been anything other than the cliché. Being artificially created to fight for Humanity didn’t lend itself to a great deal of experience actually living, so there wasn’t much to lament. It was like that for most of the products of the Sigma Program.
By Meagan Wall5 years ago in Futurism
Sins of the Fathers
The two women stumbled through the vines. Sweat poured, blood dripped from lashings by thorns and insect bites. Wiping the dirt and sap just smeared them into mud, mockingly like a pattern of camouflage fatigues. It coated the long red hair of Ava such that she looked brunette. Her locks had long ago gone from flowing to stagnant, Frankie, the woman with actual brunette hair, cropped short to above her ears to reduce the irritation of the humidity, slashed at the last of the groping tentacles and they burst out onto a field.
By Scott Haller5 years ago in Futurism
don't think, just breathe
Bree Cerra pulled on her silver heart shaped locket which hung low around her swan-like neck. She wondered why she reached for it. She never took it off. It was a symbol of her creativity. She absentmindedly scanned the grocery products on the conveyor belt and occasionally glanced at the timer. It was almost over. She could join her friends in a couple of hours. She didn't know what she would wear tonight. It was a casual night out with her closest friends. Wednesday was social night for her group. Her section had to wear blue outer garments for identification. She remembered the blue denim jacket that her best friend, Jayce had made for her. That's what I’ll wear tonight. She recalled that she wore a blue leather jacket last month She clocked out and jumped in her pink Beretta. She pushed through the doors of her apartment and took a quick shower, brushed her teeth, and slipped on a khaki jumpsuit and her jacket. When she arrived at the Purple Hibiscus café, all her friends were outside laughing and passing around drinks.
By Saja Bo Storm5 years ago in Futurism
Mango
I was young when it happened, when the world disappeared. I’ve seen pictures and heard stories of our formerly happy life; the bright green palm trees dancing in a Florida breeze, my favorite manatees affectionately named Chompy and Flippy Doo, and even selling my Nanni’s mangos in front of her house. But that was the “Before,” before the light went out, before those memories faded away. Yet even in darkness I vividly remember the end of us; the look of terror on my dad’s face, my mum’s late-night worried whispers, the thickness in the air that nearly choked me. I can still smell the smell of death, taste the tears, but better still can I recall my Last birthday.
By Jillee parker 5 years ago in Futurism
Toyah's dilemma
2 weeks earlier.. Water..Toyah desperately needed water. Huddled up in her shack, her throat feeling parched like the Sahara in summer, with the last of her water over and no hope of getting any in the short term. In addition to thirst, her whole body was aching because of having sustained injuries in a scuffle, her prize for having visited a part of town that was rough and frequented by prostitutes and water black marketeers who called themselves providers of “nourishment of life”. She had gone to the city’s underbelly to find out about her sister who went missing 5 years ago along with her parents. However, though she didn’t find her sister that day, she did win an important lottery that could change her life…
By munmun sinha5 years ago in Futurism
Degrees of Separation
Bolin let out a long sigh as he walked slowly around the barricade that guarded the inner ring. He kicked a stone along the dusty path and frowned to himself as he examined the barren land that stretched several miles long throughout the deep cave. The outer ring enclosing him and the land was occupied by 75% of the population of Zierth, but it was hardly a home for the people who lived there. The cavern was peppered with shacks and tents but beyond those austerities down under ground they didn’t have much.
By Thaer Fama5 years ago in Futurism
A Beautiful Day
I In the middle of the Community Square, Angel Peters dashes her milk to the ground and lets out a wild scream. She grinds the glass under her sandals and tears clumps from her hair, the nearest Citizens are already backing up, the first beads of sweat already forming on their brows. Some turn and run, although most lower their heads and blot out their eyes.
By Leo Stansberry5 years ago in Futurism
