Near Future Science Fiction Novels & Stories

“I will show you something.” The scenery shifted. Arah blinked against a sudden burst of light, and in an instant, she was transported to a time much closer to the present. Drusden glanced around, his eyes wide, flinching at the sounds of old cars and the clamor of a nearby construction site. “W-what is this place?” he asked with awe. “This is the future,” Zephyr said, his gaze sweeping over the bustling city. “Humans have come a long way with their technology, but they are still the same vile creatures—only now, they have learned to hide their depravity better over time.”

I whispered, my head resting on his broad, scarred chest. "We are here, Elara," he replied, his hand stroking my hair. "That is the only triage that matters." I looked at my hands, the gold-ringed eyes of the healer reflecting the simple, white light of the moon. The sci-fi era was a closed loop, a history of a reach that had gone too far. The future was not in the Polaris Cluster or the Andromeda Reach; it was in the silver lilies of the Fringe and the blood of the pack.

A future? Mara whispered: “Selection Elena?” May sent: POSSIBLE. Elena glared. “Possible is not identity.” AGREED. Claire continued: “She told me the world had too many unfinished people.” Everyone went still. “What year?” Jonathan asked. Claire hesitated. “2472.” Silence. Future. Far future. Lucas whispered: “That’s really future.” Claire continued: “She said identity proliferation was destabilizing civilization.” Root’s face hardened. “What did she do?”