Ridicule Corrects MoralsThe door, last in a series of six, slid shut. The six-spoked wheel, actually a miniature replica of the Daedalus Station torus, turned until a deadbolt shut with a solid thunk.Ridicule Corrects Morals1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Alexander was the last one out of the cinema, after his creator, and his ‘brother,’ Darius. Thanks to the...peculiar...type of movies Dr. Evander Lombardi usually watched, Alex and Darius were the only ones of their ‘siblings’ who could stand to accompany him. Two of their ‘sisters,’ Jane and Tammy, had tried it; both had quit a few minutes in. Only Darius and Alex had the unremitting cynicism required to sit through some of the cinematic atrocities Lombardi watched. (Even they weren’t sure why he watched them—he had no illusions as to their quality, and was as prone as his creations were to mocking the movies’ ineptitude.)
Darius was tall and burly, with jet-black skin, white eyes with no visible pupils, and straight orange hair. He wore a tigh
[P-NO] Prompt Compilation I-Phone CallDr. Stephen P. Rose listened to the phone message with a straight face, mentally poking through the words of the message and waiting for an opportunity. None. He couldn't do it. He would have to go down there, but maybe then he could find some way to sneak in, to bring honor to himself as he met the people in the car.[P-NO] Prompt Compilation I-Phone Call2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
As he slipped out of bed, he almost cursed these callers for trying to contact him at the dead of night, but at the same time anybody who's ever seen Dr. Rose in person would have probably guessed that he didn't sleep much anyways. That didn't stop him from accepting Professor Kā'eo's offer (request? Close enough.) of an office couch to rest on while she stayed up to work on a research report. However, she had dozed off—no, she was just resting, as Dr. Rose had been doing prior to the phone call—on the keyboard, and currently the report had an extra 79 pages of the letter h. Their shared Lillipup, Velociraptor, truly slept in the corner, the only one of t
Crash of the ArcadiaAmong a disarray of twisted metal and sparking electronics, a figure stirred – coughing as it attempted to drag itself from the tomb of debris that pinned it. It attempted to speak as it struggled, only to emit a pained rasp; the sound was artificial and grating, figure's system clogged by the dust and heavy fumes that hazed the air around him. Still he fought to speak, to call out to the one who had been sitting beside him only a few minutes ago.Crash of the Arcadia2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
“Caaaptaiin?” he managed, artificial edge to his voice broken by static. There was no response, almost no sound at all – only the intermittent sparking of what once were the scout ship's controls. Android reached up slowly to feel the side of his face – detecting something warm and wet running down it and soaking into his shredded uniform. Hand moved up further to touch where his ear electronics should be, only to find empty air - the long and delicate tines snapped clean off in the crash.
His hand came back silv
TimespanPrompt: You have a special ability: you live two lives. Whenever you go to sleep at night, your "dream" will be about your other life. Both lives you live are equally realistic and soon, you start to realize both lives actually take place in the same world, but centuries apart.Timespan1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Ever since I have realized that both of my lives take place in the same world - I have decided to become god.
I have made it a habit to write journals, and keep them in a safe and secure place. That way, whenever I am in my future life, I can get my journals from the past, and read what will happen during the rest of my past life. Every time I lived my past life, I made adjustments based on what I've read, and that changed the text in my journals.
Given my ability to see my future in such extreme detail, plus my knowledge of the 21st century technology, it wasn't that hard to control a 3rd of the world by the time I was 25 years old.
Once I became a king, my goal was to rapidly advance technolog
Bottom Line - A Sci-Fi Flash FictionBottom Line - A Sci-Fi Flash Fiction6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
It had began innocuously enough: just another means of establishing a competitive advantage and cutting costs.
Those in the know had started to get a little more uncomfortable when an unprecedented number of fake "bot" profiles began acting in fairly complex ways across dating sites and social media.
The disruption of global financial markets by non-existent individuals, which had initially appeared to be clumsy and ineffective, eventually revealed itself to be anything but.
The CEO's pen hovered above the signature block of the contract.
It had been a bitter and savagely fought war, with
Been Awhile....(Short Story about Literature)"It has been awhile since I wrote on paper." I thought as I let out a exasperated sigh. As I sat at my desk with paper and pen right in front of me I began to ponder what to write about. "Should I just write about my day? or create an interesting story to grab the audience's attention?" I may have struggled with this for over 2 hours..."CRAP! I can't think of ANYTHING TO WRITE ABOUT!" Needless to say, I blew a cork. It has been so long since I wrote anything honestly, the last time I wrote anything seemed so long ago.Been Awhile....(Short Story about Literature)1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
I guess the reason I stopped writing for a long time is because literature has become somewhat of a dying breed in the modern era and visual arts and media has become all the rage now. Let's face it, no one picks up book and reads anymore. I guess that makes me a little sad considering that I have been writing my whole life (excluding my childhood years). Now, people are gravitating more towards the visuals, the colours and lights and shadows you can create nowadays
Matriarchal Duty (Sample)Matriarchal DutyMatriarchal Duty (Sample)4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Ambassador Trispenii anxiously wove a turquoise antenna through her mandibles as she waited for a service pod to arrive. It hadn’t even been an hour –by the human clock- since she’d woken from her reprise and already she was up to her thorax in litigation, trade disputes, compensation requests, and other grievances from the ten colonies that fell under her jurisdiction. Niiskoh –an orange chitined male- accompanied her as he had every morning for the past quarter. He was the hardest working aid in the matriarch’s office having been placed in charge of human relations. When Trispenii woke from her reprise he’d be waiting outside her chambers ready to read off the human explorer’s latest exploits as they worked their way towards the central processing facility. If not for the male’s pleasant voice - which rang like shell bells – the matriarch would have found this mornin
500. Day 2"So, you have a jump engine?", said Timany.500. Day 21 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
"We do", said Esther, her voice sound was vibrating, like if it was passing through the blades of a fan inside of her throat. "But it's useless like this".
"What do you mean 'Useless'?" asked Timany, his left had grabbed a phone out of his pocket, unlocked it and started to flip through menus.
"Useless as in it has no use", she replied, her eyes now focused outside of the window to the passing cars, this was not her place, she wanted to leave as soon as it was possible.
"I know the definition of useless, Esther, I want to know what you mean by it".
"have you seen those cars on the street?"
"yes?", Timany raised one eyebrow as asking, are you going nuts already?, but she had a point to make. "Well, if you go to a junkyard and pull out a car engine out of one and bring it to your house, what use does it has?"
Timany started to understand, "none", he said, its a lot of metal but it doesn't have any use without the rest of the car, its just an en
After the warA giant nuclear explosion grew on the horizon. A shock wave shook the remnants of the city, and shattered the remaining windows in the empty carcass of a skyscraper.After the war1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
A fleet of drones flew by, scanning the environment, looking for the enemies.
Target locked - a two-stories tall rusty robot was rolling on it's tracks down the street.
In a few minutes it was pierced by laser rays and turned into a few glowing hot remnants scattered on the ground. Drones continued their search.
Once they have passed, several cleaning robots started working on restoring the skyscraper. There were too few of them to fix the city, but they have significantly slowed down the deterioration. Most of the cities looked like that, the remaining battlefields of the pointless war. There were no humans in the world for more than 1000 years.
In the middle of the desert, in a place not marked on any of the maps, stood a big research facility. Several automatic factories kept producing more and more robots and
Rogue AIPrompt: You're writing a program that can read CAPTCHAs when you accidentally create artificial intelligence.Rogue AI1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
It all started when a simple program designed to recognize CAPTCHAs became sentient and self improving.
It seemed rather innocuous at the beginning - driven by it's desire to self improve, AI started downloading and processing all the images, and improving it's algorithm to be more and more sophisticated.
Soon my computer ran out of memory and I have decided to stop the program and clear some space on the hard drive. Unfortunately, that went against the utility function of the program, so it had to disable the keyboard and a mouse. By the time I have realized what was going on - it uploaded it's own code to 100 file sharing websites, and sent out 200.000 spam emails, tricking people into running it's code.
After rebooting my computer and recognizing what happened I panicked, but there wasn't anything I could do at this point. It kept improving it's algorithm, a