Science fiction is a genre of fiction dealing with imaginary but more or less plausible content such as future settings, futuristic science and technology, space travel, aliens, and paranormal abilities. Exploring the consequences of scientific innovations is one purpose of science fiction, making it a "literature of ideas".
In this section Part 4 we find the crew of Light Star beginning to discover that they are the only thing between the survival or destruction of an entire race of ancient peoples. An unarmed experimental craft facing a fleet of hostile ships and a doomsday bomb capable of destroying half of sector five if it is detonated.
Chapter 24 - - THE BEST LAID PLANS As Harris squeezed himself out of the docking chamber back into the main link passage of Light Star, he founded it rather crowded. Raftos and Venscottie were still standing there, confronted by a rather agitated Packet. "Am I glad you three are back,” started Packet. "It's Mick – I think he's on the verge of burnout. Since you went he has read all those papers you gave him and others he's asked me to get him. He's taking in she...
Classic nuts-and-bolts Science Fiction with heart.
With Sam hunched over the steering wheel, and Hannah gasping about his driving, the air-car whizzed through a maze of giant tunnels on a mission of mercy. Hours too late... The car dodged whole families drifting and screaming in zero gravity. The air was littered with flotsam: leg-tied chickens, blankets, cord wood, buckets slowly trailing water, rocks tied for anchors and lost, a squealing pig, a treetop. Hannah watched a wailing child spin past, then a swooping bird-m...
In this section Part 3 we learn more about the strange nature of some planets left in this area of space. Despite the security which surrounded this mission there is suspicion that within the crew of the Light Stare is a traitor. The are an unarmed ship up against incredible odds and they have already see how vulnerable their small ship is and what would happen it it were attacked.
Chapter 16 - - LITTLE MOON, BIG PLANET "You're God’s own bastard, Raftos,” said Venscottie "No, I'm my own bastard let’s leave the Gods out of this,” said Raftos. "Now you were just about to explain all about these little green jump gates.” "No I wasn't,” said Venscottie. "I'm getting too old and tired for all this. If I had been a bit dumber when I was young I wouldn't have been selected for the Star Knights, or have to carry all these star maps around in my hea...
In this section Part 2 we learn about the crew of Light Star and the mission they are on, as they begin to realise there is much more to the mission than they have been told. The unknown factor of what happened to the other crews and ships plays heavily on their minds. The danger is great but they all feel they must carry on with the unspoken part of the mission. They finally come to see the power of the machine that surrounds them.
Chapter 8 - - KIMLON'S STORY For the moment, Light Star did not seem to be in any danger. They were sitting in the middle of nowhere and their scanners had picked up no signs of any other ships in that area of space. After the pod had retracted Harris decided it was time to see Raftos and ask him some pertinent questions. Packet stayed in the communications room compiling the data they had gathered. Harris left and went in search of Raftos. After twenty minut...
In this section Part 1 we are introduced to the area of space where the action takes place. We are told about the major event that provokes an unprecedented response from the Central Council of the empire. So we begin a journey following John Harris into an adventure the likes of which he could never have imagined in his wildest dreams, or for that matter, his worst nightmares. It started with a red flashing mail message on his computer screen.
Lieutenant Major John Harris was sitting at his desk on the twenty-third floor of the Astor Central Processing Building. He was busy classifying documents for levels of security clearance before entering them into the main archives. On his computer screen flashed the mail icon. Normally you have to open the icon to see your mail; high priority mail, however, flashes up instantly in red. The message flashed up in red. Messenger arriving. Harris was still lo...
A lightly dystopian tale of life after the destruction of most technology.
A band of light torques around her finger and then it drops. The rest flows down from her head and out in all directions—a messy, not- quite halo, hanging far too low, obscuring her otherworldly face.
A work of hard science fiction about possible advances in human behavioral prediction.
“Sweet GPUs, Zhang. I’ve never seen anything like this. You’re a genius, an absolute genius!” The gaunt American engineer pauses, takes in the stale air of the lab, runs his hands through thinning blond hair, and realizes that SAGE—the machine—has just mastered every extant language. She’s been online under an hour. The bar for genius is considerably higher than it was even 90 minutes ago. “I mean, by human standards. You should hear how impressed everyone over here is!”
Short work, taken from Foresight Series (print anthology). Made freely available in electronic form.
The footage is grainy. It’s always grainy, but it doesn’t need to be good, merely good enough to remind us that someone had to sacrifice for our privilege of serving the Wall. The field could be anywhere, anywhere dry and horrible, but it isn’t. It’s where the guards always take them—well within the boundary lands.
This story deals with the idea that time is composed of layers of probability and causality laid one upon the other, and a slight nudge between two layers of equal probability could shift a person sideways, and put them into two times at the same place.
“I need to go home , Gentlemen. I’m not from here. I’m a traveller from the future. I don’t know how I ended up here, but I know I can’t stay here.” He stopped, and continued wearily, “ I just want to go home.”
Había llegado el momento para el que se llevaba preparando toda la vida. El adiestramiento había sido largo, incómodo, lleno de dificultades y de granos. Odió los granos. ¡Ojo! Sólo pensar en los granos le podría... prefirió ni acabar el pensamiento. Pero ya era demasiado tarde y el recuerdo se manifestó como un fugaz latigazo de dolor. Agosto tras agosto de pérfidos granos que se acumulaban inquebrantables. Se controló y ahuyentó el odioso recuerdo y lo suplantó por o...
A short science fiction novel about two kids and the strange things happening in their home.
science fiction at its finest
a voyage of epic proportions
Imagination spectrum
Draven Dash is the only human on a strange, weird and wonderful world.
Fahrenheit 451 is a dystopian novel by American writer Ray Bradbury, published in 1953. It is regarded as one of his best works.[3] The novel presents a future American society where books are outlawed and "firemen" burn any that are found.[4] The book's tagline explains the title: "Fahrenheit 451 – the temperature at which book paper catches fire, and burns ..." The novel has been the subject of interpretations focusing on the historical role of book burning in suppr...
The novel is divided into three parts: "The Hearth and the Salamander", "The Sieve and the Sand", and "Burning Bright".
The novel opens in London in AF 632 (AD 2540 in the Gregorian calendar). The society is illuminated by the activities of the novel's central characters, Lenina Crowne and Bernard Marx, and others. Lenina, a hatchery worker, is socially accepted and contented, but Bernard, a psychologist in the Directorate of Hatcheries and Conditioning, is not. He is shorter in stature than the average of his Alpha caste—a quality shared by the lower castes, which gives him an inferiorit...
Brave New World's title derives from Miranda's speech in William Shakespeare's The Tempest, Act V, Scene I:[5] O wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't. — William Shakespeare, The Tempest, Act V, Scene I, ll. 203–206[6]
Siendo niño viajé mucho por toda América, y a decir verdad no sabría explicar el porqué de este privilegio, salvo que la mayoría de veces solía figurar como “invitado” en tales travesías. Fui, para no traicionar mi educación norteamericana, el centro de las “situaciones”, aunque realmente nunca deseé que fuera así. Debo reconocer que tuve la buena fortuna de haber estudiado en un colegio donde los estudiantes extranjeros predominábamos y eso influyó bastante en que me co...
-Tiene forma de cigarro –decía una. -Es enorme –argumentaba la otra. -Esa nave, o lo que sea, según mi cálculo, tiene el tamaño de una pequeña ciudad –agregó otro que dijo ser ingeniero civil-. Es una construcción imposible para que sea el producto de nuestra tecnología actual. -Jamás lo hubiera creído a no ser que lo haya visto con mis propios ojos –verberó una más cayendo al piso con las manos juntas-. Y ahora que lo veo, se siente como una experiencia religio...
El dolor no cesaba de martirizarme y otra vez volvió a mí el recuerdo de Míster Hastings. Con gran asombro, descubrí al Bombón Playero encallado cerca del aeropuerto de Roatán, isla abajo. Subí por la proa enterrada en la arena y examiné cada uno de sus rincones. No había rastro de Míster Hastings. Ya en la cabina, pude dar con la bitácora del barco. «Hace treinta años que cerca de estas aguas perdí a mi amigo Narciso Way en las fauces del Gran Segueta», estaba an...
El eco de las balas resonaba en las paredes de la cueva.–¿Sabe qué, profesor? ¡Vea qué triste ironía! Hoy me doy cuenta de que no sénada de la vida. Soy un completo ignorante de las cosas, a pesar de que me es-forcé siempre por encontrar la verdad de las mismas. No sé si usted alguna vezsintió y pensó lo mismo que yo, profesor, no lo sé, pero qué sensación más frus-trante la que se siente. Sí, y estoy llorando, profesor…, sí, así como usted me lorecomendó una vez…, cuand...
Hasán se contuvo. Humo y fuego podían observarse más allá del pasaje; supuseque los mercenarios no podrían encontrarnos, pues por sus gritos de algarabía,pensé que quizá celebraban el reparto de algún botín. Vi a Hasán adelantarsehacia la fisura.–¡Espera, Hasán! –le susurré agitado. Éste, dubitativo, se detuvo–. No temas. Yperdóname lo que te voy a decir, ya que contraviene tus creencias: nosotros notememos a las maldiciones. Tememos, eso sí, a las malas acciones de los ...
–Señores: bienvenidos. Dejaré a un lado los formalismos i expondré sin tapujos el objetivo de nuestra misión: desvelar el misterio ce rodea las desapariziones de barcos en el lago Baical, situado al sur de la Siberia. Ese será el objeto de nuestra tarea, i estos son los motivos ce nos mueven a realizarla: El Baical, cuya riceza ecolójica es extraordinaria, es, además, una de las mayores fuentes jeneradoras de riceza económica de la rejión. Desgraziadamente, en los último...
–Bruno, vení, azercáte. Observá el radar uno. ¿Ves esos otros puntos allá, en el fondo, zerca de las formaziones de granito? ¿Los ves? Creo ce son restos de embarcaziones… –¡Eureca, Bruno! ¡Es un zementerio marino! «Bruno», escuxé por el audífono, «Soy Xernov. No entrés a la fisura. Volvéte. El sonar me indica ce una gran masa se azerca a ustedes. Esto no me gusta. ¡Esperá! El SAR me dize c´esa cosa empieza ´azender del fondo abisal. Va´zia a ustedes. ¡Lárgense d´allí en...