Archive for the ‘Sci-Fi’ Category
“Tongue Please.” Maggie could program her toothbrush to sound like whomever she wanted, and today it greeted her with the voice of Jonathan Powers, the teen idol of the millennium. She rolled her large blue eyes and stuck out her tongue as the bristles tickled her taste buds. “Nothing like getting your teeth brushed by an interstellar pop star.” She mused.
“Spit Please.” Maggie launched the mix of paste and saliva into the sink which at the touch, washed it away. As her brush finished the tune I love your eye, (which currently charted no.1 on the Hot Galactic 1000) she gave one last stare into the mirror and sighed.
“Open.” The sliding door to the lavatory lifted as Maggie started towards her bedroom. Upon reaching the brightly painted pod, she felt her feet start to lift from the floor.
Rubbing her head where it made contact with the ceiling, she whined, “Dad! Amelia is playing with the anti-grav controls again!”
Sounds of giggles taunted her as Maggie’s six year old sister backstroked on by.
by Elliot Ryan
Tags: anti-grav, freefall, gravity, interstellar, popcult, smart appliances
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The Divide
June 10th, 2008
“Did you see the news today?” Jan asked me, with that look on her face that told me whatever it was, she didn’t like it.
“No, why?”
“They’ve just invented a robotic human brain, it’s the last organ to be cracked, so now you can build a whole human from robotic organs.”
“Wow, you’d never make a mistake, think how useful that’d be, bet it’s expensive.”
“It’s like all the other robotic organs, only the richest can get them. You know I read a piece in the paper the other day, it’s reckoned that 99.8% of the worlds wealth is in the hands of people who are between 85 to 97% robots. This new brain will push that number even higher, maybe up to 100% in some cases.”
“So they’ll be living longer and be less prone to mistakes. Tony at work reckons they can communicate in way we don’t know about. I have to say that even though I always thought the world would get taken over by robots, I never really thought it’d be quite like this.”
by Russell Ruffino
Tags: body modification, class warfare, cybernetics, organs, robots, transhumanism, upgrades
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Sleeper
June 10th, 2008
She watched him lazily as they lay entwined on the bed. Her fingers traced along his jawline, back and forth before brushing them gently across his lips. The feathery touch elicited a ghost of a smile as his eyes closed.
She leaned forward and pressed a light kiss against those lips. “I love you like pancakes, Eric.” He chuckled softly.
“I love you like syrup. Now go to sleep you silly girl.”
Snuggling into his warmth with a contented sigh, she pulled the sheet over her cool skin and shut her eyes.
As they slept, a faint red light began to flash just behind her left ear. The pulse grew stronger until her eyes flew open. She sat up turned to stare at Eric who was still slumbering away. She had no memory of the whispered endearments only a few hours before. With a calculated, swift movement, she placed her hands on either side of his head and snapped his neck.
She rose gracefully from the bed and dressed quickly. She opened a hidden compartment in the wall and prepared to carry out the mission.
by Melia
Tags: cyborg, death, deception, murder, sex, sleeper cell, women
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Held Up At Customs
June 10th, 2008
They wanted his pinky finger at customs.
At first, he’d thought maybe they just wanted a print or a blood sample. But then, he’d seen what happened to the tentacle of the sapient in line ahead of him: It walked away with a fresh blue-weeping stump, the tip excised by the eye-blink swipe of a sterile blade.
He knew that that particular genotype could regenerate tentacle tips – but he doubted that the customs agents here knew or cared that pinkies didn’t grow back. At some passport inspection earlier, one of them must have made a mistake in classifying him and shuffled him into the wrong lane.
No one spoke English here – and why would they? He was the first human being ever to be processed by the gateway station. All he’d had going for him was the universally encoded information in his travel papers.
Alerted to the hold up in the queue as he balked at the tissue sampler, a hard-shelled uniformed agent trundled over. It squawked and helpfully directed his hand toward the machine.
by l. m. orchard
Tags: aliens, body modification, dna, police state, removal, tentacles
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A Night Out
May 18th, 2008
“Yes that’s right.” she said. “In the old days you needed quite a lot of ‘money’ just to survive. ‘Cost of living’ they called it then. It was sort of barbaric, people starving and living on the streets and such.
These days of course you don’t have to do that. You can always feed your body the free food, and it’ll be nutritious and taste terrible but it’ll keep you alive.”
But there was always a catch, wasn’t there? Ethan thought.
“Well yes, there is the peer pressure to not be a drain on the Aether that no one seems to acknowledge nowadays. Stiff upper lip and all that.”
I don’t want to be a Leech, he thought.
“Oh that is a terrible term.” she said, spiky protuberances on her avatar indicating her displeasure. “I wish you wouldn’t say such things.”
Sorry, I don’t mean to offend.
“It’s ok,” she said, savoring the lemon curried paneer. “Just remember, I didn’t always have the kind of credit it takes to eat out at a place like this, myself.”
Ethan filed that bit of knowledge away somewhere safe.
by Cobweb
Tags: avatar, credits, date, dinner, eating
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