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A Heart Full of Emptiness
Dear Chief Marcus Ayala of the Denver Police Department, I have written this in great detail, down to my thoughts on this day. I want to humanize the Androids you are all so quick to condemn. I want to highlight the beauty in our moments together and just how deeply they feel emotions and memories. The events of September 4th, 2033 are as follows:
By Lenlee Davis5 years ago in Futurism
New World Order
Chapter One – Discovery June 13th, 2031 I’m quite sure that anyone with a brain could have predicted that at the rate of our tasteless destruction of our planet via global warming, world wars, and pandemics, we would not have too much time left. Little did we know, a decade was all most of us had left. Granted, scientists and politicians alike spent a little too much of their effort convincing us that there was nothing to worry about rather than using it to save our skins. I suppose many years from now, when the dust settles, the history book rendition of what really happened and how we had a chance to make a difference but did not take it would be blatantly avoided. But I know the truth… and if you’ve found my journal, along with the other contents of this time capsule, you’re about to know too. What you choose to do with this information is up to you, but if you know what’s good for you… keep this a complete secret until you’ve gotten to the last page. Oh - and no skipping ahead. I may be dead by now, but I’ll come and haunt you.
By Novella Jones5 years ago in Futurism
MILLY
The gym locker room smelled strongly of lemons, now a nauseating reminder to Adam of the beginning of his workday, and the hallways of the server rooms, and nearly every surface found on the interior of any building. Surely, the odor was selected by Mother (“Mother-in-law,” MIL or Milly as his fellow architects jokingly referred to it), based upon some enormous compilation of user preferences, with lemon scoring the least offensive to the most people. Adam made a mental note to ask Priya if she knew, then immediately dismissed the thought. He stood up from the hard, blue plastic bench and the familiar but always irritating sensation of sudden soreness rolled through his legs. Generally, he opted for a simulated recreation of some of his memories of Priya or a VR lecture while the workout was going on, but the prices had skyrocketed as of late, so he had to choose blackout if he and Priya were to put together enough money for their honeymoon, an event delayed a full two years at this point.
By ian fenton5 years ago in Futurism
Jaw Lock and The Doctor of Reflection
“It is silly- this metal heart of mine,” she says purposefully, raising her human hand with finger pad senses to trace along the large ornate locket grooves that sink deep into her chest. It appears as an oversized hanging necklace, but is built in.
By Stephanie Natale5 years ago in Futurism
Trolley Kids
Jayten’s body is several blocks behind Raymond and the woman now, his torso ending in a red smear streaked into black skid marks on a long stretch of city highway. So is her unscathed vehicle: emergency lights blinking, just a handbrake’s pull past the scene.
By Matthew Pettefer5 years ago in Futurism
Notification Pollution
A red alert popped up in the corner of my eye alerting me to ongoing activity from the guard just a few blocks away. Police activity at the corner of Price and Schuyler. The area is under lockdown until further notice. All non-guard business is strictly forbidden. Failure to comply with ordinance will be seen as obstruction and dealt with accordingly.
By Joey McDevitt5 years ago in Futurism
Letters for Erika
Erika Metzer stopped counting the days until time became a bent wire; still vaguely stretching off to distant points, though obscured by fog, with its previously striking electric buzz fading to a sluggish sensation. She had no need to keep a schedule. She worked whenever she pleased, meaning that there were many a day spent silently loafing with a smile only on exceptional occasions (usually pertaining to short videos of cats or dogs, whose humor and charm remain immortal.)
By J.R Bevier5 years ago in Futurism
The Unknown Object
The soft sounds of music filled the house and lulled Rich awake. Rich sat on the edge of his bed and willed himself to begin his morning routine. He did not sleep well. His annoyance grew as he showered and shaved. Pop ups for sleep aids and energy drinks flashed across the tiles of his shower. As he tried to focus on shaving ads for anxiety medications and local therapists began to appear. Stopping Rich grabbed the sink. With a wave of his hand he dismissed the popups and minimized the smart features. Rich took a deep relaxing breath and finished shaving. Normally this act would be illegal and would immediately be reported. His job as a A.I. auditor though afforded him this degree of personal freedom. Finishing in the bathroom Rich walked to his dresser and removed his smart watch placing it next to his phone. The watch began to make its high pitch alert warning the user that they were not biometrically engaged. His bedroom mirror and phone echoed the alert. Within seconds the bathroom appliances joined in the intrusive symphony.
By Jay Weaver5 years ago in Futurism
