Novel & Cerita Futuristic Science Fiction

Oh well, that's not my concern anymore, I just want to read this for my guts are telling me to do so. I opened it and found something that I don't think will help me. It's a prediction from the 25th century on what will happen in the future which is now and I haven't seen anything accurate from what's happening here. I see... These robots already exist then and so as greediness. It seems to be every era's nature then it just became worse than they have ever imagined now. They are expecting a better world when this era comes but what they didn't know is that it'll just be worse than what they'd been through. Honestly, I really don't believe those predictions for they are more likely to fail.

Cities crumbling to dust, oceans boiling, and wolves… millions of wolves, starving, dying, their bodies withering away. “Look closely,” she whispered. I looked. The wolves in the projection weren’t just dying. They were changing. Losing their fur. Their flesh turning grey, their limbs elongating, their eyes turning to silver circuitry to survive the toxic atmosphere. They were turning into her. My stomach plummeted. “That’s…” “Us,” Voss finished softly. “The future.” The room spun. “We didn’t come from the stars, Zara. We came from tomorrow.” She turned back to the console, her voice taking on a terrifying, rhythmic cadence.

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

Violence is contextual to the plot (clan conflicts, battles, assassination attempts) and not gratuitous, but it is intense and described in detail. Reader discretion is strongly advised. This is adult fantasy fiction with dark elements. If graphic sex, violence, or power dynamics are triggering or not your preference, please consider skipping this story. In the 25th century, Earth has ascended to the pinnacle of interstellar civilization. Quantum drives, neural interfaces, and bio-engineered enhancements have propelled humanity beyond Sol, forging diplomatic ties and cautious alliances with a dozen alien species across the Orion Arm. Trade routes hum with exotic materials, shared knowledge r

My uncle says next to me as we slide into the elevator of his new lab The building is highly futuristic, and high tech, everything seems like we are in 3045 “Now yet uncle, there are other jobs I want to explore first before taking the mantle from my father” I lift a brow at him The doors part open and we are immersed in a semi-dark room, blue and purple strobing lights, and glass rooms that scream high tech. “Woah uncle this is impressive” I walk further into the room and right at the end is a line of robots on the wall.

Anthony called his assistant, contacted another doctor, and had Indya’s corneas removed. He couldn’t hear Indya’s heart-wrenching screams, nor could he see her plead for mercy. "Only this counts as the fall of a star," he muttered. He stood in front of Indya, holding her eyeballs. His smile was chilling. Anthony didn’t intend to let Indya off that easily. He took a bottle of sulfuric acid and poured it onto her wound. He looked down at her, watching her scream and struggle in pain, but his mind was filled only with thoughts of me, staring into the distance.

I couldn’t keep still as my eyes wandered while we walked through one of the streets of the space dock. I didn’t expect that there would be so many space creatures scattered throughout the galaxy. Everything looked incredibly advanced, yet had a primitive edge. I wasn’t scared of the many different beings we mingled with here—they were strange, but I wasn’t even surprised anymore. Maybe this is exactly what I imagined when I used to watch old sci-fi movies. No pollution, no factories, and everything I saw was made of silver chrome metal. It's shiny—everything here shines on its own.

Vincent's single sentence yanked Cyrus' memory back more than a decade. In the 2030s, sci-fi films exploded worldwide, with apocalypse stories leading the surge. Many traced the trend back to a 2012 movie that seemed to open the floodgates. For several years, end-of-the-world blockbusters dominated the box office, and the cultural fallout proved real. Some people actually began building bunkers, including top-tier billionaires. At the time, most treated it as a joke. Few genuinely believed the end was coming. One story stood out to Cyrus, though, a tale that originated in Cretora.

Ava caught him before he hit the ground. "Marcus!" The old scientist gasped violently. His eyes weren’t focused; they were seeing something else. Something far away. Something ancient. The newly awakened network was flooding his consciousness with memories—not human memories, but fragments of something far older. They exploded through his mind in rapid, blinding succession: towering crystal cities suspended between stars; civilizations stretching across entire galaxies; countless worlds connected by shining rivers of silver light. It was a network far larger than humanity had ever imagined, one that had once united millions of species.

That night, Mrs. Gibson asked me to drop off some medicine at the villa on the outskirts. When I got there, Nico, Arlo, and Rhett were all inside. We figured it out pretty fast—our parents had set us up. The car was gone too. No way back to the city that late. Clara called and said she hoped we could spend some time in this place we'd grown up in, find our way back to each other. Rhett snorted. "What a waste of time. Hope Daisy's okay alone."