December 31, 2036 The hands of the giant holographic clock, projected above the crowded lobby, ticked off the seconds until midnight. With less than five minutes to go, upturned faces watched intently and excited chatter buzzed above the haphazard strains of the jazz band. The anticipation was palpable. Dunbar Helpers patrolled the floor, weaving between the partygoers with trays of brimming champagne flutes for the New Y...
Dear Reader, Nobody believed our story. But the events I relate to you below really happened. It may seem fantastic, but they do say that truth is always stranger than fiction. You can make up your own mind — I only want to set the record straight before — well, you’ll see… Our journey started one inauspicious evening almost six years ago; the seven of us unaware, as we embarked on our incredible adventure, that nothing w...
Before Sam and Doug was a beautiful silver-gloss-painted car. It was slick, with smooth curves and tinted windows. It had side skirts and a hood with a vent on it. The tires were thin and the rims, shiny with a metallic blue glow coming from them. The car looked like a combination or a 1967 Ford Shelby Mustang; a Chevrolet Camaro and a Dodge Charger. It looked like it was designed to be the best muscle car on the planet w...
TWO HOURS LATER November 7th, 2040 - 12:18 Doug walked down the darkened corridor as stealthily as he could. He’d been exploring the compound all morning for all the secrets that they hadn’t told them. If this was the future, then there had to be some cool gadgets lying around somewhere. On the south side of the compound, Doug came across a locked door. He used a hammer he had found to break the padlock. He then sneaked...
FOUR WEEKS LATER November 7th, 2040 – 08:57 “Don’t worry,” said Sam. “I’m sure they’ll rule in your favour. “How can you be so sure?” said Ripley. “Because Eduardo’s in one piece,” said Selena. “And according to Sommer, she saved his life. That means you were right. So you have nothing to be afraid of.” “It doesn’t change what she did,” Selena. “She attacked you and injured people on her way out. They’re going to lo...
“You’re planning on doing WHAT?” Isabella exclaimed, her voice emerging higher and louder than she expected, but her startled outburst had little or no effect on her group of friends. The men of the party, Luke and Marius, who were normally so protective of their female companions, just grinned at Aelia and Zenobia, who looked pleased with themselves and quietly excited. “But one of you might get hurt!” Isabella continued...
10 YEARS AGO July 22nd , 2030 – 22:37 A young Ripley was playing in her room. She knew that she should have been asleep, but this wasn’t the first time she’d disobeyed her parents. She heard footsteps on the staircase and immediately ducked under her covers. When she realized that the footsteps were going the wrong direction, she peeked and looked at the door. Nothing. Suddenly, thunder rumbled outside her window. She ju...
The group was ushered down the corridor of what looked like an old factory, with all the pipes and tanks scattered across the place. They entered into- what had to be a lab. There were computers; blueprint sketches and dismantled high-tech weapons all over the place. Dominating the sides of the room, were man-sized tanks with small windows that showed a blue liquid inside. Sam had a mind to ask what was in the tank but th...
Sam stepped forward. 'Hey, who are you?'The stranger didn't answer. He just stared back at them.'Can you talk?' asked Doug.The stranger still just stood there.'I don't think he talks, Doug,' said Sam.'Is anyone else getting that "Terminator" feeling,' said Selena in her ever sarcastic tone.Sarah, having had enough of just staring at the stranger stepped forward. 'Hey, where are we?''Sarah, don't!' Sam grabbed her arm keep...
Sam wasn't sure why he woke up. He hadn't set an alarm and the day looked dreary - the worst kind of day for him. Sam wanted to close his eyes and go to sleep but there was a feeling that he couldn't shake. It was the feeling that something was happening. That's when he rolled over to see his computer. There was a word on the black command screen that sat at the center of the screen. CONNECTING... 'What the?' Sam got up f...
I have no Time for Time Another second elapses in the world of the artificial constrains we have made ourselves, that of time. “I have no time for them!” “Time is of the essence” "Let's do it, quick-time now!" No, Enough! Time is something we bind ourselves by, make ourselves slaves to. We have the power to break these bonds of hours, day, years, or seconds. We actually live in the moment. The past has done just that, pas...
08/12/214 (Adjusted Calendar) You're not supposed to dream in frozen suspension. Certainly not a dream of a small child with your ship's engineer's eyes. The image flickered for an instant behind Mana's closed eyelids as the transparent cover of her tank spat open, simultaneously draining the freezing suspension fluid into a reservoir underneath her, the whirr of the pump motors more felt than heard through her fluid-fill...
There once lived a small farm boy named Gary. He lived together with five brothers and sisters, he was the middle sibling. One day, he walked into the pasture, when he met a elderly man, his hair gray with age, in his left hand, an old crooked walking stick. "Gary, be forewarned that one day you will change the world. You alone shall crush those that you hold dear. Never forget that," he said, and with those words, he pas...
From the Future This is a story about the adventures of Kara Sandborn. She was born in the 24th century, in a world very different from our times. Kara was a what we would call pretty much a genius by our standards. She had a photographic memory, and by the age of 21 had three degrees under her belt. But so far didn't know what she wanted to do with her life. Her parents were tired of her hanging around the estate, and we...
SOLITUDE Claire lay in an isolation tank in her local spa and started to panic. What made me decide to do this? she thought. She hated being on her own even in her own home when her husband was at work and her children at school. It was a nightmare situation for her. She needed loud music to keep her company whilst she kept herself busy with a cooking or a painting project, in order to smother the fear of being abandoned...
