science-fiction

Fantasy is totally wide open; all you really have to do is follow the rules you've set. But if you're writing about science, you have to first learn what you're writing about.

He takes two steps back. Closer to the portal.I can't stop myself. "Ben," I call. And I'm not even embarrassed about how helpless my voice sounds.Don't go."I'll come back for you." He takes another step back. "I promise."Stay."Janelle Tenner," he says. "I will always fucking love you." And then he takes one more step back. Into the portal.And the blackness swallows him whole.

Science fiction [is] the kind of writing that prepares us for the necessary mutations brought about in society from an ever changing technological world and as a result. The mainstream hasn__ excluded SF; the mainstream has excluded itself. No one told Jules Verne he was a science fiction writer, but he invented the 20th century.

We are between the wild thoat of certainty and the mad zitidar of fact.

When I wake I ask myself, how much longer before they will just let me die?" - Tier, Clutch

By being unknowable, by resulting from events which, at the sub-atomic level, cannot be fully predicted, the future remains malleable, and retains the possibility of change, the hope of coming to prevail; victory, to use an unfashionable word. In this, the future is a game; time is one of the rules.

Dye a specsuit any color other than the original red, and any stalker would put down five hundred for it without batting an eyelash___t__ light, comfortable, not too tight, and you don__ sweat in it from the heat. You can go right through a fire in this thing, and no gas will penetrate it. It__ even bulletproof, they say. Of course, fire toxic gas, and bullets -these are only Earth perils. The Zone doesn't have those; in the Zone you have other worries.

Spoon boy: Do not try and bend the spoon - that's impossible. Instead, only try to realize the truth.Neo: What truth?Spoon boy: There is no spoon.

We break our huddle and Eight immediately transforms into one of his massive avatars. His handsome features melt away, replaced by the snarling face and golden mane of a lion. He grows to about twelve feet, ten arms sprouting out of his sides, each of them tipped with razor-sharp claws. Nine whistles through his teeth.'Now we're talking,' Nine says. 'One of your parents must've been a chimæra. Probably your mom.

I don't speak, I operate a machine called language. It creaks and groans, but is mine own.

You know what, Michael? I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship of loathing.

Yes, 1960__ North American sitcoms have led me to study the United States 1920__ and 1930__ crime bosses_ QET Jenkins

Hey, when you love a woman, and when she__ this crazy in love with you, you__e got to do whatever she says, man.

We do not stop. You all took the oath to come here. Hard work lies before us in breeding our new community. - Adrian

Zombies are not just fictional creatures that devour the flesh of the living. They also include those who follow the words of others without thinking for themselves. This world is falling apart. I don__ think anyone can disagree with that. People live in their twenty-mile-radius realities and don__ notice the world happening around them, until it finally breaks down their front door.

Then, as Father had trained him, Rigg thought past his feelings.

Every day we are challenged by events, people and situations that are extremely frustrating and anger producing.

It's Halloween, you can tell everyone you're going as your favorite Steampunck character.""I don't even know what that is!""Because your generation has no taste in speculative science fiction.