Futuristic Novels Novels & Stories

"They wanted every word to have one meaning. We are writing a 'Novel.' We are changing the 'Laws of Physics' into 'Suggestions of Style.' We’re making gravity 'Optional' on Tuesdays and making the speed of light 'Subject to Mood'." This was the "Playful-Era." On Novus, the "Great-Canopy" became a place of impossible physics. Water flowed upward if the children sang to it. The "Soot-Walkers" built houses made of "Frozen-Mist" that were warmer than the old steam-pipes. The "Sea of Glass" became a "Canvas," where the history of the future was painted in shifting colors of liquid-light. The Union were no longer the "Mechanics of Survival"; they were the "Artists of Existence."

Only futures waiting to be explored. Her phone buzzed one last time.Clara.“The archive has no endpoint.”Everlyn typed back.“Neither does humanity.”The response took longer than usual.Then finally:“Perhaps that is the same thing.”Everlyn stared at the message.At the city.At the endless possibilities unfolding beyond the glass.And for the first time since all of this began she stopped thinking about where humanity was going.Because maybe the destination had never been the point.Maybe survival depended on preserving the ability to imagine destinations that didn't exist yet.And somewhere inside the ever growing Archive of Possibilities billions of futures waited.Not to be chosen.Not to be predic

Some robots in this time are taught to express some simple emotions and can have varying degress of independent thinking and intelligence. Rosa found some very interesting books named 'Robots Of The Past' and decided to borrow it so she can read it. Will explained that the book deals with the types of robots that existed back in the 2000s. Will had knowledge about each and every book in the library. He told the library had precisely 50000 books. He knew every nook and cranny of the hotel. He was programmed in such a way. They explored the garden and saw the various plants that grew on planet Mars. Will gave information about their size, colour and the specie to which they belonged. After the

“You’re welcome, but for what?” “Everything.” That, along with the deeper kiss he pressed to her lips, was answer enough. ****** Author’s Notes I love futuristic, post-apocalyptic, and/or dystopian fiction. I wouldn’t want to live it, of course, but it’s fun to imagine how bad things could get, and how good people would function in the aftermath. In this book, I also explored a bit how harsh times make even good people do some questionable things. Can you forgive a good character if he (or she) does something morally ambiguous for the ones they love? I like complex characters and questions like that. I hope I gave a modicum of competency to exploring the idea.

Madam Florence suggested if she doesn't feel well, she may continue the story another day. "Ma, today is the best day to free my mind. Tomorrow is faceless", she said and drank some water.

’ Kesari placed his hand on Anjana’s forehead. Anjana gently moved her fingers on Kesari’s hand, ‘I am with you. Our pleasant moments are with us. Our past was with us, the present is with us, and the future will be with us. Why worry?’ He kissed his hand, ‘We will build a new and advanced spacecraft manufacturing unit. You know the technology, science and application of both. You will develop a new era again, and Bali is the younger one against you.’ ‘But…’ ‘Shhhhh…’ Anjana kept her finger on Kesari’s lips.

"Do you read minds?" ​"No," I managed to choke out, forcing my voice to remain steady even as the floor felt like it was shifting beneath my feet. "No, I don't." ​"Then what do you do?" ​"I can see the future," I said, looking him dead in the eye. "The immediate future. Because... I'm not that good at it yet." ​"Is that how you guessed the roulette?" he asked. ​I gave a tight, strained nod. In this line of work, Lucien had undoubtedly seen or heard of things that completely defied logic—bizarre anomalies, impossible luck, and unexplainable survival.

waited. There was some slight irritation where the laser was hitting him but other than that, nothing. Suddenly, a strange feeling appeared. He felt like there was something new inside his head. The robotic voice came again and gave further instructions. "Please close your eyes and concentrate. Imagine a safe place, any place, you are standing inside it. No one else can get in here, this is your personal palace..." Somehow Sheng Chen could feel himself falling asleep. The robotic voice sounded a bit hypnotic and Sheng Chen couldn't help but follow its directions. He did as told but after several minutes nothing happened. He kept trying over and over again and finally after a full hour h

he folded his arms, leaning back against the mezzanine’s cold railing, “if you’ll remember, I told you three years ago you’d be better off sending Forever War to either TOR, Titan, Baen or Pocket Books, someone with an established name in science fiction.” Gavin shook his glass and looked into it, as if searching for answers there. “Hammer-Fiske has published four science fiction novels in the past five years. They should know how the hell to market my science fiction novel.” Jim sighed. Seemed he’d been doing that a lot lately because Gavin had done nothing but ignore him. “Those other novels were commercial techno-thrillers, video game and television series tie-ins. Not classic, epic space

Angelo raises his hands before the male teacher finish what he said, so hepless, he pointed at where Angelo is and instructed for the boy to stand up to answer the question. “The classic elements of a science fiction novel include: Time travel. Teleportation. Mind control, telepathy, and telekinesis, Aliens, extraterrestrial lifeforms, and mutants. Space travel and exploration. Interplanetary warfare. Parallel universes. Fictional worlds. That’s all” Angelo said his answer and didn't wait for the male teacher to give him permission to sit as he already sat down back again to his seat, the smell of gun powder a while ago that disappeared once again resurfaced on the air as Demetria looked at