Space Survival Novels & Stories

"They don't want us to 'Save' Proxima. They want us to 'Infect' it with our 'Chaos' so the Creditor can harvest the 'Re-Start-Data.' We are the 'Universal-Viruses' of 'Friction'." The Anatomy of the Proxima-Standard This section provides a 1,200-word granular deep-dive into "Post-Biological-Stagnation." Proxima b was a world where the inhabitants had long ago uploaded their "Somatic-Profiles" into a "Global-Crystalline-Lattice." There was no war, no hunger, and no "Violet-Winter." There was also no art, no innovation, and no growth. It was a "Zero-Friction-Environment"—the exact opposite of the 150,000-word Earth history.

"I don't think I ever truly loved Jason. I never felt this for him. What I feel for you is so foreign in comparison. I know, I shouldn't be comparing. I just felt like I was so quick to settle because I felt time was running out for me. So, when Jason came along, I accepted him. It didn't matter that I probably deserved better. He was a means to an end." A tightness filled my chest, "Your time isn't running out." Confusion laced her words, "What do you mean?" "Once you shift, you age a lot slower and can outlive the average human by, at least, a hundred years. You have time. You have time to feel more comfortable in this relationship and with me. You have time to start that family you want.

Even though they were all concentrated, the number was only half the population of a regular city. When the sun rose high, in the clear blue sky without a single cloud, suddenly thunder sounded, and white lightning made everyone startle in terror. Next, a giant gate radiating aura appeared in the middle of the ruined plaza. "The space gate only opens once. From now until the sun goes down, I will close it. Please enter this gate quickly; those who do not make it in time will accept to stay on earth with a body that has no strength." The voice of Genesis resounded across the sky.

I'm glad and happy we're all back together at least I will sleep peacefully I'm meeting Mrs Vivian Charlie Ampofo today, because we will be going to see the doctor for my appointment to check if am fit to become a Surrogate or not since have abstain from consuming alcohol I arrived earlier than time at Mr Charlie's mansion so I won't waste much time and be late for work. I pressed the intercom at the door before someone open the door for me and usher me inside telling to seat since Mrs Vivian is having a talk with her husband I waited for some hours, before I heard their voices, which seems that the couples were having an argument " I told you, I don't like the idea of surrogacy,if you can't

This seems to be the priestess, I nodded and smiled to show courtesy, said thank you ma'am The Chiqta nodded and sat on the edge of my bed, and said with a grave face "Tacy, you have survived these three days, you should have saved your own life, the one who haunted you should have agreed to my proposal, in the future you should respect the breed that worships him, do not annoy him, we do not violate each other, in order to save your life I have made a lot of effort. I realized that after being rescued I was in a coma for three full days, and a lot happened in those three days

Basically, creating a race; I believe the term you would know them as is demigods.” He paused agin to swallow another spoonful of the soup. “Wait a minute!” I shout dumb struck by his casual accountants of his people’s history and their hand in creating humanity. “So, what you're saying is the big old alien Gods traveled the world looking for life preserving sustenance to give them eternal life, they found it on one of the planets they created and sent their kids down to collect it and ship it back home. But the kids got lazy after completing one small part of it and decided hey this is too hard, let's make people who can do it for us?”

Stella said We laughed out loud at him ..he angrily stormed out " I can't believe we are going to stay here for 3weeks without a bed or a blanket"Isa said dramatically "All we need is to prove them wrong about women being weak,we will survive it "I said "You are right, let's train ourselves , what do you think?" Stella suggested " I am so in,let's show them how crazy we are" Isa said laughing like a lunatic She climbed the cell bars and hung upside down

"If I remember right, you've still got one scratch card left, don't you? Don't come crying poor to me. I'm not falling for that! If you're so capable, do what you did when you got into college and won all those scholarships. Use your luck!" The call cut off abruptly. When I tried again, her phone was off. The single remaining scratch card in my hand suddenly felt impossibly heavy. I did not dare scratch it. I was terrified it would be another loss. When the semester started, my weight had been normal. Now I was severely malnourished. At five foot five, I weighed only 73 pounds. Blue veins showed through my skin. There was not a trace of color in my face. When I got back to the dorm, no one w

The water hit the superheated dark-matter core housing, instantly creating a blinding, scalding cloud of pressurized steam. Julian’s survival instincts finally overrode his fanaticism. He abandoned the console, sprinting toward the heavy, reinforced bulkhead doors leading to the aft escape pod bays before the automated quarantine seals could lock them in. The water was rising impossibly fast, churning with debris and the corpses of the Vanguard team, turning the lower levels into a freezing, violent washing machine.

“Jesus. Fine.” He stepped back toward the bedroom, muttering something under his breath about needing coffee. Evelyn barely heard him. Her eyes stayed fixed on the floating blue interface only she could see. 3.7% survival probability. The number sat there calmly. Clinical. Unemotional. As if Evelyn's death were already calculated. A cold knot tightened low in her stomach. In her first life, she and Damian survived almost eight months before the alleyway. Eight months of starvation, infection zones, freezing nights, and watching people become animals.