Kyle Reese has traveled backwards in time, not to save Sarah Connor, but to help her rewrite the faulty utility function of Skynet. Together, it's possible that they might avert Judgment Day and save the world from nuclear Armageddon - and hopefully create a utopia ruled over by an AI god in the process. Fully completed. Diverges wildly from canon. read more >>>>
Man had created god, and put her in a box.
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I broke my fixation on the woefully empty bottle of beer to glance down at my phone as it dinged, notifying me about an email. I sighed. Debt collectors and spam. That's all I ever got anymore. At least the latter allowed me the pleasure of pressing the fun little trashcan icon.
Would you like to change..., the preview of the subject read. Hell, yeah. I would give anything to change everything right now. My girlfriend was gone on some escapade with her not-so-secret lover, my student loan debt was three times what I made in a year, pre-taxes, the eviction notice was still taped to the door... I hadn't been too broke to buy beer since college, but here I was. Same old. read more >>>>
[WP] The apocalypse has continued for years now, but you've never noticed.
Bob was playing xbox and eating pizza. There were very few people on servers these days for some reason, and most of them were noobs, but it just made it extra fun to crush their teams. read more >>>>
Charlie was sitting on the edge of the roof, looking down at the city from the top of the skyscraper, his feet dangling above the glowing abyss of lights.
He picked up his smartphone, took a picture of the last thing he will ever see(it was beautiful), added it to the blog post in which he said his goodbyes to the world and hit "send". read more >>>>
The mantle of Santa Claus has been passed down once again, this time to an industrial engineer who starts to get some dangerous ideas in his head about the true meaning of Christmas. This fic is still being worked on. I finished it with Christmas (2013) as my deadline, but the story suffered for it, so even though it's complete there will probably be a reworking of it later. read more >>>>
Captain looked at the gigantic underwater city, glowing brightly behind the force field. His submarine was floating still, just near the edge of the enormous bubble, and he was looking at it through the window of his cockpit.
The city looked like it was made out of gold. There was no texture to the buildings just pure and bright yellow metal. read more >>>>
I just started writing a youtube sci-fi series in the rationalist tradition. It's a novel in a video format (once you read it you will understand why I did it as a vidoe). Some here are passionate about human augmentation, so I thought about novel augmentation ;-)
It's just the first episode, but I'd like to share with the community... Hope you like it! read more >>>>
A story written for /r/rational Weekly Challenges "Portal Fantasy" and "One-Man Industrial Revolution". read more >>>>
The first chapter of a book/novella I am working on. It follows the life of a veteran and firefighter who must cope with both his own personal shortcomings and his newly discovered ability.
Chapter 1 - Fuel
Flames licked the gunmetal-grey aluminum. Intense heat radiated through the silver skin of his proximity suit. Behind him, his comrades foamed down the missile pods of the AH-1W Cobra Attack Helicopter. Ten million dollars of explosion waiting to happen. Through his thick visor he could see the pilots still trapped behind the slowly warping Plexiglas canopy. They pried at the releases from within. The young Lieutenant in the front seat screamed at him, begging and pleading for him to free them. Suddenly her face, like the Plexiglas, melted beneath her helmet. Then his hand caught fire beneath its glove, consuming him in flames. read more >>>>
As the light rain falls softly in the night, pale streetlights reflected in the wet cobblestone street, I wonder what sort of life choices ended up with me at the right end of a gun and my face at the other. Just last week I was at a fundraiser for the Mars project, rubbing shoulders with the very finest of society itself, but now here I am, on the wrong side of the flip, carrying out the contract killing of one version of myself for another.
"So what do I call you?" my other self spat out, "Deckard? Are we still sticking to that name? Or are you a subspur, a Pris, or a Batty?" read more >>>>
“Jesus Christ, Frank, could you watch where you’re going, please?” I scolded, annoyed at the frequent prodding on my back. “That security line gives you at least a couple meters, no need to stab me in the back every few seconds. Tethered to a frickin’ idiot.” I muttered to myself, forgetting volume doesn’t translate through the our comlink.
“I know I am. And sorry,” Frank muttered, nonchalant as ever. His head hovered low over his palm, reading a timer that ticked and beeped relentlessly. In his other hand he shielded the red dust from blocking his view. Protruding from the stomach of his suit was a long metal rod, at the end of it a cord that connected to me. So we wouldn’t lose each other out here. “Soon the storm will be settled enough that we can see more than a few meters ahead of us.”
“Thank God. When?”
“Several minutes, give or take. Maximum distance we’ll be able to see will probably be… Roughly twenty meters or so. Don’t get your hopes up. Are we still on the right track?” He inquired, unconsc read more >>>>
"What is your name?"
"Anthony Weever." read more >>>>
It was a gray room in which they were assembled. So gray, in fact, that it seemed to be leaching into the air and coiling down the throats of everyone there. Already, the people in the room begin to stand a little less straight and talk in quieter and quieter voices until there is total silence. It's then that the gray figure makes its way up to the podium and begins its speech.
"Denizens of the planet Earth, I stand before you today to inform you that this planet has undergone a change in management. No longer will any of you make important decisions that might alter the course of this world. No longer will you be subjected to the foul politics of those who thought they knew better. And no longer will the truth be hidden from you.
You see, the truth is that we have been among you for quite some time. Donning disguises so you wouldn't suspect us. Learning your ways, so that we might one day make a peaceful transition to our new state. That day has come, my good people, that day is today. All around the wo read more >>>>
As soon as I heard my siblings' chemical screams, I turned and tried to run.
We disperse, trying to place as much distance between us and the scent of death, beating our cilia as fast as we could possibly go. But in the chaotic wake of the fleeing crowd I still felt the cyclical thrumming of the Creature's flagella, thrashing the surrounding water with the force of a tumultuous eddy. I feel it shift, change its path, to lock onto our chemical wake. read more >>>>