humanity
The evolution of humanity, from one advancement to the next.
The New World Order
The time was five-thirty in the morning in Salamanca, Spain. The dark conference room was barely illuminated by the bright LED numbers flashed from March 21st, 2085, to telling the time. Maria de Santo Domingo sat in almost complete silence, albeit for the agitated rhythm of her fingers moving up and down in a wave on the wooden table. Maria was a woman of action that barely seemed to take time to breathe, let alone sit still by herself. Unfortunately, humanity had yet to learn how to control time, so she would have to endure waiting until it was noon.
By Jack Oliver Plumer5 years ago in Futurism
The Mystery Of Bitcoin
By Roberto Alago Everything comes to an end. Every ending is a new beginning. Bitcoin is no different. The arrival of Bitcoin marks the beginning of an era. One where greed, power and war have no place. One where commerce will be unleashed and the world becomes a village.
By Roberto Alago5 years ago in Futurism
The Anti Christ Trials and Tribulations, Schizophrenia in the 21st century
THE ANTI-CHRIST Trials and Tribulations are SCHIZOPHRENIA IN THE 21st CENTURY HOW THE HELL DID I GET HERE Everything had always been over for me. Hi, welcome to the cuckoos house. I'm being strapped to a hospital bed. Those dammed white suits. They code whited me. They had me completely surrounded. Holding me down. My legs. My arms. Even my head. But I'm not even resisting. Like what the fuck. I'm completely still. Holding back the urge to go nuts and start throwing knock out punches. Women and men without prejudice. Imagining pleading self defence in court. Explaining to the judge how it was all over a cookie wrapper and thus justified by them getting physical with me, for no reason. I could have knocked them all out. It's easily done with practice. I’ve had lots and done it at least twenty times. Out numbered. Fighting mad crowds of people all by myself. One time I knocked seven guys out one after the other until I got a cheap shot from some gubbly eyed bouncer twice my size who couldn't possibly take me on his own. One good hook up under the jaw just rubbers the legs right under you. Instead I'm not doing anything. I'm remaining stoic. Playing it victim style as i was. The fucking cookie wrapper wasn't even mine. Maybe it was. Who cares. It's still no reason to attack someone calmly writing in bed. The real reason was that I was refusing medication for schizophrenia.
By Darren Bouchard5 years ago in Futurism
Emerald Oasis Prologue
Joyce Patrick saw her first fairy when she was five years old. She fairly young and had a golden dress up to her ankles. Her wings were so big for her frail little body that it seemed to weight her down. Joyce couldn't remember the conversation very much, but she remembered swapping her falling tooth for a shiny coin. It made Joyce so happy, that the coin was never spent. She never saw another fairy since.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Futurism
Emerald Oasis Four: Rodger Bentley
There was a baby on the floor. Joyce had seen many bizarre things happen since she moved into Emerald Oasis Nursing Home, but this was beyond a joke. Joyce picked the baby up and tried to comfort it. He was still crying. Poor thing, she thought. The baby had nothing. His frail skin exposed to the cold breeze from the window. He didn't even have a nappy. Joyce removed her lime green cardigan and wrapped it around the baby's body. The baby's mother had to be young or somebody new to parenting. No decent parent would ever leave a child on the floor naked by the window.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Futurism
Emerald Oasis Chapter Two: The Rabbit That Turned Into A Wolf
It was Joyce Patrick's first night at Emerald Oasis Nursing Home. Her room was number eighteen on the red unit. Joyce didn't quite understand why it was called the red unit when the walls were white and the carpet was purple. The other unit appeared to be the same. That was known as the blue unit.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Futurism
Emerald Oasis Chapter One: The Fairies In The Garden
Today was the day. Joyce did her best to do everything she was told by the hospital to ensure a speedy recovery. She wasn't allowed to go home, she couldn't remember why, but she remembered the staff trying to tell her so many times. Either way, she was glad to be leaving.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Futurism
