Sci Fi
The Last Days
The Last Days Part I Kinsley clutched her throat and began squeezing harder and harder. As Lacy lay on the ground dreaming of mermaids. She couldn’t help but wonder as her mind drifted to darkness. The night grew silent, as Lacy lay on the ground lifeless.
By Charelle Landersabout 22 hours ago in Fiction
AI Interrupted
Kristin loves AI. Ever since AI became a thing, she has been on the phone or using it on her laptop, uploading photos and stories to her social media. It’s like it was made for her. It’s brilliant and perfect in her eyes. She can escape the daily grind of high school and other trivial matters thanks to AI. She spends her days creating things like an image of a goat eating at a diner with a monkey as a waiter. She proudly shows it to all her friends. Her friends seem to love the wild ideas she comes up with. They even insert their own ideas at times. Anytime there’s a new assignment due, she is thrilled because it’s an excuse to improve her AI technique.
By Meredith McLarty2 days ago in Fiction
The Last Ember. AI-Generated.
The last star was dying. Caelum-7 had known this was coming for approximately four hundred million years. That was the nature of being a Warden — you watched, you calculated, you prepared, and still, when the moment finally arrived, the numbers offered no insulation against the weight of it. The instruments aboard the Persistence hummed their soft confirmations: luminosity declining at 0.003% per century, core hydrogen reserves at 0.00017% of original mass, estimated time to final collapse somewhere between eighty and ninety million years. Give or take.
By Alpha Cortex2 days ago in Fiction
The Cartographer of Dying Stars. AI-Generated.
The last thing Maren Voss expected to find at the edge of the observable universe was a door. Not a metaphorical door — not a wormhole dressed in poetry, not a quantum threshold with a name that sounded poetic in a research paper. An actual door. Rectangular. Painted a fading shade of red, the kind of red that reminded her of her grandmother's barn in the Swiss lowlands, the one that burned down the summer she turned nine. It floated against the absolute black of deep space like a forgotten thought, hinges intact, brass handle catching the light of a star that had no business being this far out.
By Alpha Cortex5 days ago in Fiction
“Very Dark Times” OF USA
Ray Dalio Warns: The United States May Be Heading Into “Very Dark Times” Billionaire investor Ray Dalio has issued a stark warning: the United States may be heading into “very dark times.” His concerns are not based on short-term politics but on long-term historical patterns that have shaped the rise and fall of global superpowers.
By Wings of Time 5 days ago in Fiction
