fact or fiction

Is it science fact or science fiction? Futurism presents both sides to determine the truth.

Six Packs of Sugar
It was raining, but it always seemed to rain. The windows to the gas station were fogged ever so slightly from the difference of the temperature inside the building versus the ever vastly declining temperature that loomed outdoors. I fiddled with my pen, drawing circles, screws, and other looped items on the countertop. No one would notice; the ink barely made a mark over the grimy surface. I didn’t see when the door opened. I said no greeting. I made no eye contact. I simply continued to make doodles that meant nothing.
By Mia M.5 years ago in Futurism
The Black Book Society
From the very beginning of time, the fates have known what to expect. They have seen all and known all. However, they became bored with the linear progress of man and decided to instill into the societies little black books, whereby these particular people would become chess pieces for the fates. As the fates allowed, they would grant these select people with the knowledge of the future based on their decisions then. It is then known that these people were apart of “The Black Book Society”. These people would live and die by the book, as these books could lead these men and women to success and everything they wanted. The fates were happy, as they were finally entertained, until one day a particular man’s book went missing.
By Jazzy 5 years ago in Futurism
Alfred the King of Earth
Originally, Alfred never planned on ruling the world. His to-do list was rather short sighted on that front. Day-to-day things like household chores, finishing high school assignments on time, working up the nerve to ask his childhood friend Elsie Freyheart out on a date. Much more feasible aspirations.
By Stefan Varvaressos-Abdi5 years ago in Futurism
Just What She Ordered
She should have known it wouldn’t work when he gave her a notebook before the engagement ring. Straight out of the crate, she powered him up. “Nice to meet you, Claire. I brought you a notebook.”
By Ellen Thompson5 years ago in Futurism
The Year 2100
By 2100 A.D. big tech had a huge stranglehold on the world as well as Earth's colonies: Mars, Venus, Europa, Titan and Mercury as well as the Moon. Free speech and due process are long gone and very few people alive even heard of such terms. Robots are in every home. All retailers and restaurant employees, teachers (Big Tech controlled education now) , sanitation workers, lawyers and more have been replaced by robots. The police were still human with implants and still did what they do today which is to protect those in power, in this case Big Tech. Wrong Think could be punished with prison time, loss of income, indentured servitude or death. People were required to have implants and everything they did was structured by Big Tech.
By Ferrari King5 years ago in Futurism
Ground Control is Major Tom
Plutarch stood dumbfounded by the sheer impossibility of it all. Petrified trees, and petrified cars and petrified ramen noodles suspended between petrified bowls and petrified chopsticks held by petrified hands. It was some sort of cruel snapshot, as brief and invasive as a loud streak of lightning through windows in a stormy night.
By Javier Almanza Monge5 years ago in Futurism
The Blackout
At the time, they called it the “Information Age.” Generations later, it was known by some as “The Dawning” and by others as “The Slip.” We now look back and see it for what it was—the precursor to “The Blackout.”
By Jim Read5 years ago in Futurism
No Place Like Home
No Place Like Home; Chapter 6: “In The Zone” Rainbow Towers, Highway I55, crossing Rainbow Towers Way, Friday, June 7, 2015 hrs:
By Rob Nelson5 years ago in Futurism
Rags to Riches
This is a story of dreams fulfilled and rags to riches. A story of mystery and fortune. Carl a young African American college student grew up in a very crowded house, having 9 siblings and all. He remembered before college dorming, he would share a bed with three others. Carl was on a life mission of becoming a millionaire and never living the way he did again. He achieved a lot in high school which got him scholarship to college but he still had to pay a fee for living at the college. Carl worked two jobs to maintain this fee and himself, as he had no help from his family. His mom had passed away when he was younger and he and his siblings were split up and put in different foster homes. But Carl always kept a picture of them all with their mother. Every time he looked at the picture it gave him strength to be more determined and accomplish many goals he set. But his greatest goal of becoming a millionaire was yet to come but he held his chest out always and looked up to the sky and always said , “I’m going to make it Mama,” .
By Alfred Cosme5 years ago in Futurism
Rags to Riches
This is a story of dreams fulfilled and rags to riches. A story of mystery and fortune. Carl a young African American college student grew up in a very crowded house, having 9 siblings and all. He remembered before college dorming, he would share a bed with three others. Carl was on a life mission of becoming a millionaire and never living the way he did again. He achieved a lot in high school which got him scholarship to college but he still had to pay a fee for living at the college. Carl worked two jobs to maintain this fee and himself, as he had no help from his family. His mom had passed away when he was younger and he and his siblings were split up and put in different foster homes. But Carl always kept a picture of them all with their mother. Every time he looked at the picture it gave him strength to be more determined and accomplish many goals he set. But his greatest goal of becoming a millionaire was yet to come but he held his chest out always and looked up to the sky and always said , “I’m going to make it Mama,” .
By Alfred Cosme5 years ago in Futurism
The Creature
I woke up on a Saturday morning to an annoying text. Turning to face the wall, it dings again and again and again. So I turn off my phone falling asleep again. Dreaming peacefully I see a creature like no other. It’s yelling, shouting, and running towards me. Quickly I get up running, only to wake up to a shouting mother.
By Autumn J.5 years ago in Futurism
Blaire's Redemption: The Obeah Eye
On a cool, summer night in Harlem, Blaire Brentwood found herself outside of the nei ghborhood trap house. Now, don’t get her wrong, Blaire was no fiend -- no ma’am, she’d never been near a needle, let alone an ounce of weed -- no sir!
By Princess Tay-Arjana5 years ago in Futurism