#scifi

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  • saevenia 4w

    Saevenia Facts

    Avarkeir, also known as The Wandering Isles, is a mysterious continent on Saevenia. It moves around and sometimes seems to disappear all together. Not much is known about where it goes. Some people refuse to believe that it even exists, and insist that it was made up to scare children; steering them away from a life of piracy.
    ©saevenia

  • saevenia 6w

    Saevenia Facts

    Saevenia is currently orbiting a planet known as Tayaceena. Tayaceena is a volatile world full of strange and dangerous beings, who are powerful enough to withstand their planet's immense gravity. Tayaceena is roughly 4 times the size of Jupiter.
    ©saevenia

  • saevenia 7w

    How is Saevenia different to other planets? It isn't actually a planet, but a type of spacecraft!

    #scifi #author #fantasy #magic #writer

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    Saevenia and The Aurfairene

    Saevenia is part of a doomed universe. Atensios created it while he and Niros were experimenting with physics. The life forms that had thrived there began to suffer. Atensios took pity on them and created Saevenia in order to stop the universe from collapsing onto itself. The heart of the Aurfairene is pure and powerful, and is used to absorb the physical energy which is causing parts of the universe to collapse, and then channels it into Saevenia...
    ©saevenia

  • simoneheinis 15w

    Zherrain

    "I watched the sun turn a deep orange as it prepared to set into the crystal waters of the Obsidian. Tayaceena, the massive ringed planet we orbited, painted a stunning vista along with other moons and distant planets. Bright stars were beginning to accompany them, and soon they’ll be numberless in the sky...I shuddered at the thought of going to Veralin. I promised Varmose, the man who raised me, that I’d never go there or return to The Deep. I imagined his scarred face and bright eyes gazing sadly into mine, as if he’d find the reason I’d make such a callous move against my own life. After knowing all he’d sacrificed just so I could live." - Zherrain
    ©simoneheinis

  • ananias 17w

    #nuclear #meltdown #apocalypse #radioactivity #scifi #sciencefiction #science #amateur


    I really like the idea of writing short science fiction stories but it is really hard to say things in an awe-inspiring way ! Tons of respect for you sci-fi writers out there.

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    [Meltdown]

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    The core fractures, and temperatures rise. Electrical output is critically unstable. Machinations of genius design fail in their only basic task.

    Forces of reality; weaponized on contact, joining the chain reaction. Steel, concrete and lead fail to resist. Safety features atomize, becoming facets of fuel.

    Contributing nothing, your physical trace is rendered unto the implosion. All trace of death is erased, what is left is no longer life.

    Permeating through the planet's core, photons release spectacles of blue light. Fluctuations affect planetary systems. Electromagnetically altered, our planet's rightful course is erred, it has slipped off its axis. Its magnetic poles are now oscillating, tugging between itself and space. Cosmic radiation now seeping in from the background, our atmosphere no longer shields us from universal contamination.


    ©ananias

  • slaughtered_heart 18w

    May be I am wrong, May be all this isn't real,
    May be I am in my dream world, May be you
    are out there somewhere, searching for
    me all over the universe, while I lay in
    cryosleep, waiting for you to wake me up.


    ©slaughtered_heart

  • benny_lambchop 22w

    Last of My Kind

    I think you are the last of my kind
    The kind of lover who never lies
    The kind who listens and understands
    Never judging and always communicative
    The kind to give love as much as received
    The kind who can just be
    I think you are the last of my kind
    ©blammers

  • james_taumas 31w

    New World

    Alien sky
    A world so strange
    Life unlike home
    Evolution played different here
    Flora deadly and seductive
    Animals from a dream
    Vast untouched wilderness
    No human footprints
    An explorer's prairie
    Don't want to spoil
    Industry and exploitation waiting.

    ©james_taumas

  • mr_stellar 33w

    The Neon Verse

    Glitchy Purple!
    Neon lights...
    Cyber World;
    I am the King!

    I am the lone hunter.
    I am the Ruler.
    I am a Cyborg!
    I am a punk who is Cyber.
    But, I am more human.

    Waves are inside.
    Waves are outside.
    Electrifying energy.
    Orange and Neon.

    I don't even need to have a form.
    I can transform into anything, coz that's my norm.
    Dear Evil, beware of Good.
    Because if devil is there, then God is also there.

    For now, there might be just candle lights in the dark.
    But pretty soon, knowledge will rise as gorgeous as the Sun.
    Count your Karma.
    Count your boons and curses.

    Future is boundless.
    Future is Science.
    Future is a Spiritual Fantasy.
    Future is me,
    Future is you,
    Future is the newfangled present!

    © Stellar Ram 2021

  • simonemichelle 36w

    Year: 2192 AD.

    Humans are a multiplanetary species. Man currently inhabits the planet Mars, as well as Europa and Ganymede; natural satilites of Jupiter, and Enceladus and Titan; natural satilites of Saturn. Our activity in space is not limited to our solar system, we also have Port Ostium, a very large mercentile space port situated between earth and Mars and the Wayfarer space crafts, built by Windell, both commercially used to transport people between planets and moons and for conducting scientific research.

    Windell is the founder of WT, a scientist, visionary and richest man by far. He has built Windell City; and invited earth's elite, as well as a select number of poor families, to live there. Windell hopes to rebuild earth, and Windell City is something of an experiment. Everything seemed perfect at first, too good to be true. But as it's slowly revealed that Windell hopes to eradicate crime in the most gruesome way possible, the new city's citizens become frozen with fear. The A.I. that ran the city seamlessly becomes a terrifying enemy. This story is told from the perspective of the only middle class family, who decide to investigate...

    #mirakee #scifi #horror #novel #windell #simonemichelleheinis #smheinis #author #new #2021 #writer

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    "you'll be safe when you're dead..."

    My latest WIP, a SciFi horror! Let me know what you think 😊
    Image not owned by @simonemichelle

    ©simonemichelle

  • simoneheinis 36w

    Year: 2192 AD.
    Humans are a multiplanetary species. Man currently inhabits the planet Mars, as well as Europa and Ganymede; natural satilites of Jupiter, and Enceladus and Titan; natural satilites of Saturn. Our activity in space is not limited to our home solar system. We also have Port Ostium, a very large mercantile space port situated between earth and Mars and the Wayfarer ships, built by Windell, both commercially used to transport people between planets and moons, and for conducting scientific research.

    Windell is the founder of WT, a scientist, visionary and the richest man by far. He has built Windell City; and invited earth's elite as well as a select number of poor families, to live there. Windell hopes to rebuild earth, and Windell City is something of an experiment. Everything seemed perfect at first, too good to be true. But as it's slowly revealed that Windell hopes to eradicate crime in the most gruesome way possible, the citizens of this shiny new city become frozen with fear. The A.I. that ran the city seamlessly becomes a terrifying enemy. This story is told from the perspective of the only middle class family granted entrance, who decide to investigate...


    #mirakee #new #2021 #scifi #science #horror #robots #technology

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    "you'll be safe when you're dead..."

    My latest WIP, a new SciFi horror novel which I have film or series aspirations for!
    This is the context for it! Tell me what you think! :)
    (Image not owned by @s m heinis)

    ©smheinis

  • odisparo 36w

    00: Death Of A Hero (Rated R) pt 2

    Akil hushed the swarms with a hissed command, waiting for complete quiet and stillness before launching his address in immortal tongue. Labat found herself drifting up from her seat as she listened to the master, caught in his spell and the pleasing baritone of his voice, until a hand clamped down over hers and gave her arm a sharp tug. She jerked her attention away from the event, ticked with sudden fury, and glared at the figure seated in a gilded chair beside her own. Foolish, simple eyes gazed up at her and mussed hair scattered over a youthful face—the stupid boy was Zib, a simpleton also held as a slave by the men who’d imprisoned her, someone she’d personally bestowed with the immortal gift in a rare show of mercy.

    “Sit, Sa-ee-ha.” Zib’s words were slow and dreamlike, his voice low. Only the boy could address her with that mortal name. “Chair. You. Down.”

    Labat snatched her arm away in a huff, glaring, her hand keeping the heavy sacrificial crown balanced on her head. “I am the lioness,” she snapped at him. “You are nothing. Don’t dare tell me what to do, child.”

    “Elder watch,” he continued peacefully. “No good. Sa-ee-ha sit. Sit.”

    Her gaze darted over to figures in dark robes standing to the rear behind the royal thrones, those mysterious shadows that operated with power and authority above even that of the Sinum master—with ancient forces fabled to be from the days of the prophet, days of the birth of their planet. The sight of the elders, even without visible reaction to her show of unabashed excitement, quieted her irritation at Zib and set her back in her chair. Hoods concealed their unknown faces but she could tell that they surveyed her with disapproval. Not all were in accordance with Akil’s choice for first wife of the royal harem—and if the majority decided that she was unfit then she would face her own end much like John’s, regardless of Akil’s favor.

    Softening her temper, she tidied Zib’s dirt-streaked appearance yet another time and patted him on the head, acknowledging his warning. The elders cared little for her prior service to Akil’s army, informing her that anyone could learn the art of warfare with the time afforded by an immortal existence. Zib smiled at her, his pupils fully dilated to blacken his gaze as he bared his sharp incisors—ones that he could never quite learn how to conceal. She smiled at him as well before returning her attention to the Akil, whose words punctured the air like gunfire.

    “Dear, detested Admiral,” boomed Akil in native speak, dense black mane and chiseled rune-marked form glistening under the light of the moons. “No…no more of that title, Admiral,” he goaded. “Right? Now you are…Union General. The most powerful man in all of the alliance though…your power seems to be lacking at this moment.”

    He laughed, and the sect followed his humor in kind with a sweeping raucous.

    “You’ve accepted awards and honors for the genocide of our kind while acting as a friend,” Akil said, shaking his head in disappointment. “All the while you slowly drove a blade into our backs. To this moment you refuse to recognize your crimes and treachery, refuse to accept that your human diseases destroyed the paradise you still attempt to colonize. You refuse to…beg, although I assure you that your kind will soon be defeated.”

    A thundering roar followed. Akil paused, absorbing the heated elation of his followers before circling around the admiral’s hunched, kneeling form. “You call us ill,” he continued darkly. “Say that we are the ones diseased—that we’re damned. Meanwhile, your people happily profit off of our talents and endeavors while you insult us. Humans continue to fight the nature of this heaving planet, expiring like dogs, while we embrace the pull of Mother Ipir to ascend the realms as gods. As the divine. As your…masters.”


    ©odisparo

  • odisparo 37w

    00: Death Of A Hero (Rated R)

    Twin Ipirian moons, so named Sin-Dar and Sin-Mut, gleamed bright in the skies above the blessed island of Vangral, bearing down beams of light within the swirling Harvest clouds. The moons appeared like glowing eyes observing the execution unfolding below, their sacred light pouring over the true children of Ipir. Misty rain brewed to usher forth another cycle of fertility and that particular Harvest holiday carried extra victory for the natives. The blood of a fallen hero would soon pour, and that offering would replenish the thirsty roots of the great tree El-Akalut.

    About time, too. They’d all waited for the day.

    Labat, the Lioness and Queen of Sinum, watched as soldiers of the sect marched a battered man to the sacrificial circle. She listened to the cheers and howls of the hundreds of thousands that had amassed below the master’s elevated temple stage, recognizing the figure that the soldiers dragged along from a lifetime ago. He was Admiral John Pendergast, the newly elected leader for the Union Galactic Alliance, representing the wretched humans hailing from some far-off world called Earth. John was also a symbol of the violence she’d suffered at humanity’s hands, a reminder of brutalities she’d survived while he watched without action, remaining motionless for too long to raise arms against his own. She reached down from her gilded throne to scratch the savage wolf Nasar behind the ears, gazing in quiet satisfaction at what was left of the feckless admiral.

    Free-flowing ether from the ritual springs filtered around and through the Ipirians, incensing them with elevated energy. Labat rested her hands on the heavy jeweled, horned crown on her head to keep it steady as she raised her nose to inhale the ethereal vapors, running her tongue along the burning sensations in her mouth, ones that sent electrifying jolts down her sharp incisors. She longed to bite the admiral—to drain him of his life in a more personal way—however that honor wasn’t meant for her. Not for the master, either. Not even for the divine elders. John’s end belonged to Mother Ipir, and to Ipir, alone.

    B’al Akil, Master of Sinum, met her gaze with his simmering black stare for a moment before stepping forward, raising his powerful arms to the swarming crowds below. Deafening applause and cheers and shouts followed Akil’s motions, echoing chants in endless repetition, calling for a seal to their triumph on that Harvest Day. A sharp smell trailed to Labat through the air from John’s leaking blood from a distance away, a jumbled complexity of the anguish he felt as he twisted with worry for his people—his family—and for the men in his company. Anticipation tickled the corners of Labat’s lips in quiet delight. Good.

    Everyone he cared for…would die.


    ©odisparo

  • ghaxi_mohammad 43w

    Nothing is an entity yet to be explored
    It'll cost us our lives
    A thing for a nothing
    Which i believe is everything

    ©ghaxi_mohammad

  • ghaxi_mohammad 43w

    What is this space
    Where matter exists
    A nothingness that suspends the entire universe
    Yet cannot be seen or felt
    And you ask me why do i believe
    That we're celestial
    Choas depends on nothing
    Nothing depends on chaos
    Travel down the lanes
    Of your neuronal network
    This space is a place maybe
    Like a synapse
    Connecting one verse to another
    In a multiverse of nothing containing everything

    ©ghaxi_mohammad

  • raghavendrabs 44w

    Tagebuch eines Roboters - 2080

    Ein tränenloses Augenpaar
    Ein Lächeln, dessen Wärme das Herz nicht erreicht
    Die Regeln waren immer klar
    Aber mit sozialen Richtlinien verbunden zu sein, ist eine bittere Sehnsucht
    Verloren in Entscheidungen und versteckt unerfahrenen Schmerz
    Ich gehe im Kreis und weiß nicht, was ich tun soll
    Dieser Ort, ich gehöre nicht hierher, ich warte auf den Satz "Das ist ein Witz!"
    Ich erinnere mich an die Zeit, als ich voller Lebensvoll
    Mit der Zeit wünschte ich mir nur, ich würde sterben, ohne dass diese Ideen meine Sicht blockieren würden
    Als künstliche Intelligenz geboren und ich bin ein Diener, der mit dem Leben und seiner Last ist verbunden

    -
    Raghavendra B S
    ©raghavendrabs

  • fresh_from_the_artistic_asylum 52w

    Those skimpy clothes would scream for a refund,
    If they felt any less dignified.
    The Chinese have come very far indeed,
    They entered our homes,
    And now our bodies
    Because every tool of pleasure,
    Now carries the "Made in China" tag.
    The Plastic Harlot is the latest trend in this business of sleaze.
    She (It) stands in a dimly lit corner of the street
    Fully charged, like a warmachine
    Ready to melt hearts & loins alike,
    With her explosive lustful energy;
    Yet for all her features,
    She simply lacks the ability to make a human connection,
    For she is but an object of sexual fantasy,
    Which makes objectification, her only birthright.

    From helping us add up numbers,
    To faking realistic orgasms to satisfy the male ego,
    The machines have taken over indeed.
    But let us, for one moment appreciate the fakeness of her humanity,
    A quality that makes her one of us
    Because it is only real human beings
    Who can get away with being synthetic:
    From our tears to our laughs,
    From our conscience to our tolerance,
    And from the illusion of magic to the illusion of a democracy,
    We've done it all.

    The Harlot has now gotten into a strange looking car,
    With a strange looking stranger.
    What he intends to do with her has already been done in his mind.
    And what she is required to do,
    Has already been programmed into hers.


    @odysseus @fadedautumns @writersnetwork @ghoulfrost
    #satire #scifi #humans

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    Plastic Harlot

    ©fresh_from_the_artistic_asylum

  • normancrane 56w

    Blade Runner

    That gibberish he talked was city speak,
    Gutter talk near the Tannhäuser Gate:
    Memories, you're talking about memories,
    Moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain,
    All I could do is sit there and watch him
    die. Slow thing and he fought it all the way,
    Where do I come from? Where am I going?
    Go to Hell or go to Heaven, I'm afraid,
    That's a little outside my jurisdiction,
    Fiery the angels fell / deep thunder rolled,
    Ships on fire off shoulder of Orion,
    More human than human is our motto,
    I watched him die all night. To have feelings,
    I've seen things you people wouldn't believe.

  • simoneheinis 57w

    The Golden Sun

    I leaned against the railing on the roof, looking up and the sky. The planets Ibshin and Vernasia were visible along with the numberless stars and the Great Moons. I sighed as the autumn breeze caressed my face, the cooler air marking the changing season. I closed my eyes and could hear the soft ocean wave-like sounds of the ship's flying lazily across the sky, leaving behind them a purple glow.
    ©smheinis

  • normancrane 58w

    Rain of Dust

    We shelter in caves
    Beneath a man-made steel sky
    Once reflective of our soul
    Now corroded, its reflection a reminder of our great lie
    That the Earth could be tamed
    Exploited and submitted in the name
    Of the human race
    Now it is we who must abase ourselves
    Deep underground
    As above the megastorms tear apart the heavens
    Grinding all the atmospheric rust
    into vicious orange clouds
    Which fall upon us: a forever-rain of dust
    Blue oceans smothered
    Forests choked
    Fields unrecovered
    Fires infinitely stoked
    We dreamed once of going to Mars
    But see instead it's Mars that's come to us
    Descended people of a dead planet
    We reap the fallen dust
    We weep
    the falling dust