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The Shadows were the real heroes of B5. They didn't play games with the younger races like showing up looking like angels, turning them into telepaths or twisting them with decadent introspective philosophy like the filthy Vorlons with their disgusting fetish for religious fanatics. The Shadows asked what do you want but, they didn't protect them from the consequences of their lusts for power. Evolution is driven by conflict. Growth through pain. The Shadows were intellectually honest enough to realize it and courageous enough to embrace it.
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Before they came, we silly humans thought it would be the coolest thing ever to meet aliens. We forgot what happened in our own history when primitive cultures met more advanced cultures with technology maybe fifty or a hundred years more advanced. Then came Chris Columbus the Conehead from somewhere in the general direction of the constellation we call the Southern Cross. That wasn't his name or his races name. That was unpronounceable to humans. Good old Chris was an entrepreneur. He offered to sell us ten super nifty high capacity fusion reactors and a few other high tech gadgets for a few tons of precious metals. This started a bidding war among the nations of earth and Chris made out like the bandit that he really was. That is until the Butt-heads showed up. It turned out that Chris the Cone-Head had stolen the fusion reactors and other gadgets from an Interstellar Alliance Supply Depot and the Butt-Heads were not amused, nor were they happy that he had gifted them to savages. The Butt-Heads were a strange outfit that were supposed to protect primitive species from exploitation, cultural or technological contamination called the Native Protection Bureau (NPB, yes there are bureaucracies in the future). They arrested Chris, impounded his ship and demanded we return the reactors and assorted junk. We, the United States, Canada and Mexico, argued that we had just spent a kings ransom on our reactor and junk and needed a refund. The Butt-Heads launched a salvo of 100 kilogram kinetic energy darts into our heartland to show their displeasure. That really sucked for Kansas and Nebraska. The Chinese agreed to return one of their reactors which the Butt-Heads promptly retrieved took to their ship where it exploded with a force of ten megatons taking out the Butt-Head cruiser and Chris the Cone-headed con artist. Three months later another Butt-Head ship arrived. We blamed Chris the Conehead for the whole debacle and asked them nicely to go away. The Butt-Heads still wanted the reactors but by this time we had reverse engineered them, learned some really nifty new tricks and were making our own. We returned them, and the Butt-Heads left. While they were in orbit, a gifted Czech hacker downloaded their database. Apparently the Butt-Heads never heard of data security, hackers or dealt with primitives that had. Yeah, humanity!. It took a bank of quantum computers about five years to translate it all and analysts are still going over it all these years later. That is how we found out what a huge dumpster fire our galaxy really is. Historically, racism was a problem for humanity but often it was mostly just cultural differences, and we got over it. Wrap your mind around the idea of species-ism. Every advanced race thinks they are the cats own balls and are absolutely sure they are the superior species, intellect, moral authority and have God on speed dial. The galaxy is divided into four large coalitions: the Butt-Head Alliance, the Raving Religious Fuk-wads, the Assembly of Genocidal Lunatics and the Coalition of Cut-throats and Pirates. To our disgust, it turns out the Butt-Heads are the pick of the litter. There are some independent powers but to stay that way they have to lean in the direction of one of the big dogs. The Big Dogs of the galaxy are always at war, hot or cold, with each other. The Butt-Head Alliance was nice enough to protect the primitive species in their space from the other powers who would arrive and take all the slaves (or meat) and goods they wanted. Fortunes of the great powers in the galaxy fluctuated, but they were all too large to fall in a rush. They existed at a sort of stalemate/equilibrium point while working desperately hard to gain the upper hand. Lots of things we had hoped to put behind us as a race, were back, and we found humanity on the wrong end of it. Slavery, genocidal wars, piracy: all those old favorites are new again. To the Galactics, humans are dangerous primitives with fusion sharpened spears and arrows. Well, good for us. The longer they avoid us, the tougher the nut we'll be when they do come back. Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm not a species-ist. I just hate the aliens who would wipe us out, perhaps eat us and strip mine the earth. Unfortunately, that's most of them. I bet you though humans were the only assholes in the galaxy. Hell, in comparison, we're mere babes in the woods dealing with the East India Company.
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A gravitational wave sweeps the USS Explorer to the star system 55 Cancri. The crew detects a deserted alien airport on a planet in the habitable zone. The planet, however, is not deserted. A young native and a stranded alien crew spots the arrival of the spaceship from Earth. Unsettling events follow. Will the humans ever return to Earth? Story completed. 15 chapters. Enjoy.
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We are currently cleaning up and consolidating our sprawling collection of forums and clubs. When we started this process, we saw that the community was very spread out with low activity in most places. To help correct this, we have consolidated a few things. As part of that consolidation, the Fantasy Writing, Sci-Fi Writing and FanFiction writing clubs have been closed and their content has been moved to this forum. This puts all the authors back into one club and hopefully makes the content more active and useful for our authors.
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So, there was an anthology contest in the year 2012 I tried to enter, but my story never made it very far. I let it rest until yesterday, when I trolled my ideas-folder and stumbled over it. I read it, and as I tried not to be too ashamed of what I had written back then, I thought about the things I'd like to find in a sci-fi/alien "romance" story. Instead of answering this myself, I thought I'd throw that question at you people. What would you like to read, what do you not want to read, what do you like in alien stories? -
A Facebook entry made me think of one of the cult animations of my childhood: Time Masters. As a child, I was having nightmares because of it, it's not really a tale for little kids, more a sci-fi for young adults. The French-Hungarian co-production was legendary to those days, 60 artists were working on it for almost 3 years. Thanks to IMDb, there is a parents guide, what says 6 years and above for Germany, the age 13 for Argentina seems more appropriate. Synopsis from IMdB: Piel, a little boy, is left marooned on the planet Perdide after both his parents have been killed by giant hornet-like aliens. Thankfully an emergency transmitter provides him with instantaneous communication with Jaffar, an adventurer who was a friend of his father. This Jaffar convinces the current passengers on his ship, an exiled prince and princess, that a rescue mission must be undertaken. Its a long way to Perdide though, so Jaffar first picks up an old technician who knows that planet. Together with two telepathic aliens they start their mission to save Piel, all the time talking to the boy and trying to avoid him walking into danger. But on the way to Perdide, Jaffar and his friends encounter a lot of trouble themselves, including a hive of malignant angels and what seems to be a traitor in their midst The featureless angels give me the creeps :-P Back then I had a comic book made with the stills of the film, it's a rarity nowadays, I'll have to search for it in the attic at my parents house.
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I've begun work on a new story, a Sci-Fi/Fantasy story. I won't begin posting until it's completed, beta read, and edited. Word of caution, it could take a while. In the mean time, I will continue to develop The Field of Love and at some point, merge it into Trials and Tribulations. I hope I don't disappoint. Billy
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Hey all I just rediscovered GA after years and years away. I used to spend countless hours here in late high school and college. I loved sci-fi stories by the likes of dkstories and Christopher Lydon - especially Mists of Fate/Shapers Chronicles and The Falcon Banner (thought I’ve read all of them). Any recommendations for new writers here who are carrying that torch? Also does anybody know what ever happened to Dan and Christopher?
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After several months, in development, and by bipartisan approval, the United States Space Force, USSF, is now a reality. It was established today, December 20, 2019 as an independent branch under the leadership of the United States Air Force. Official Site: https://www.spaceforce.mil/ Things are going to be rolling out in the new branch over 2020-2021. Posting this here, for information for my fellow SciFi writers that use real world military units. At first glance, and for the time being, they are using the USAF Ranks and Uniforms until things can be formalized over the next 18 months.
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Does anyone have any sci-fi stories they are working on or doodling with currently?
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“Down The Rabbit Hole” –Tales of slipping into new worlds. July 31, 2012 paid Take us on a journey to another world. Think: Neverland, Oz, Wonderland, Fantasia, Narnia, Sliders, The Phantom Tollbooth, and Wind in the Doorway. We want to know what could happen in another place other than here, where the rules are new and unique. We prefer short stories in the 3,500- 7,000 word range, but will consider stories from 1,500-10,000 words. -
Hi everybody! I've been posting on Literotica and Nifty for a couple of years, and I've decided to give GayAuthors a try. "The Degan Incident" is my first story here. I've had a couple of hiccups getting up and running, but I think I have the hang of it now... I hope you all enjoy the story. http://www.gayauthor...hedeganincident Thanks for reading!
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Just something I started writing on my tablet after listening to "Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons. The inspiration from that song went four ways and this seemed to get the most out of it. I know where I want it to go, but I don't know how to proceed exactly. I'm not very good at sci-fi, but this seemed like a good start, so let me know what you think of my small snippet! Bear in mind that this was written on a tablet and therefore is probably missing more punctuation than is acceptable to me, lol. But I would love to hear your thoughts, no matter what they are. I really have been wanted to write a story with a main concept is "us vs. them" so here's attempt 1! Prologue The year was 2126 CE when a nuclear explosion sent half of the planet known as Earth into galactic orbit. A gaping hole was left in the middle of one of the oceans that went so deep, the planet’s core was exposed, leaving it to quickly cool in the noxious, poisonous air that had become the atmosphere. The dust that the explosion kicked up blocked out the already dying sun and the blast alone killed off two-thirds of the native population of native humanoids, the humans. The radiation was killing even more every day. At first we didn’t want to interfere. Something about the Fates and the plans they had for the pitiful, primitive species who, unimaginatively, called themselves humans. But our High Council eventually voted to save their miserable lives. After all, they were our creation. Our DNA had created the species that had destroyed the beautiful planet we had given them to inhabit. Greed and envy and an obsession with an almighty, all-seeing being dubbed ‘God’ had led to the extinction of millions of unique plants and animals that we had painstakingly engineered for them to enjoy. They had invaded Earth like an infestation. Everything was gone in the blink of an eye. But since they were, in a way, our children, we were ultimately deemed responsible. We spirited away the remained billion or so humans left and took them to our own planet where we hoped they would thrive and live with their creators peacefully. We had never been so wrong. Those first years were tumultuous. We all knew they would be. Our culture was so vastly different from the one they had settled into. We, who prided ourselves on knowledge and the advancement of our race and the preservation of our planet, were so alien to them, who prided themselves on personal advancement and the accumulation of vast quantities of money. Money was not a foreign concept to us, but the need for it that the humans displayed certainly was. We had very little need for it. Everything we needed was provided for by the High Council; clothes, food, shelter, electricity. Anything else we wanted we had to work for and earn money in order to purchase. We offered them the same opportunity to earn our currency by working alongside us, and tough some took part and enjoyed life with us, most did not. The majority wanted more money, but without taking the effort to earn it. For the first time since the Splintering, crime in our cities became a serious problem. It was hard for them to adjust. They couldn’t understand why we, who looked so much like them, could be so radically different. Evolution hadn’t changed much in us, physically. Anatomically, us and the humans were essentially the same. Mentally, we were far superior. When human scientists had first started hypothesizing where evolution would take them, they envisioned bulging eyes and massive heads to accommodate a growing cranial cavity in conjunction with increased brain function. For us, instead of our brains growing larger, they became compacted and denser and were able to use the existing space our skulls had provided more efficiently. Our brain function was so advanced that we had great telepathic and telekinetic abilities, thought use of the former in everyday life was strictly prohibited. And by some small miracle of fate, we were blessed – or perhaps cursed – with a greatly increased lifespan and a tremendously slow aging process. From the time we were born to the time we reached about the age of thirty, we aged rapidly, normally per se. From then on, our aging process was dramatically slow. On average, we lived to be about fifteen hundred years old. We should have known that our ‘immortality’ would spur the greed in them. After all, the secret to our long lives was in our blood. It wasn’t long before they had turned against us and were killing us for our blood to prolong their own comparatively short lives. I had just finished my formal education and sealed my marriage with my life partner when the researchers that had been observing Earth returned with the remaining humans. My husband and I were of the many with hope who welcomed our new brethren with open arms. Most of them looked at Eyrael and me with disgust, homosexuality another thing they were loath to accept. Our own people had long ago come to accept those who preferred the same sex as a form of population control. Homosexual couples were more than accepted, they were welcomed. In fact, homosexual couples were one of the only ways heterosexual couples could bypass the Only Child Law which was passed to prevent our planet from being overrun in the same manner Earth had been. By receiving the blessing of a homosexual couple, a heterosexual couple could have another child on behalf of the couple who could not have their own child naturally. Whether the homosexual couple wanted to be a part of the resulting child’s life was another matter, a personal matter between the two couples. The humans couldn’t seem to grasp the concept of harmony. The thought still is upsetting. Within fifty years, our capital city was facing crime rates that far exceeded anything that had occurred during the Splintering. Our people were being cruelly murdered in the streets and the humans took advantage of the chaos and managed to break into the Building of the High Council and murder everyone before declaring themselves the new masters of our planet and essentially enslaving those of us left. They celebrated their takeover by resetting our calendar to what they called After Liberation. We bitterly called it After Infestation. Most of the scientists, including my husband, were the first to be carted off to prison camps to be harvested for their blood. The humans were giving those of that remained a warning: disobey and suffer the same fate. They hadn’t learned anything from their past wars. I haven’t seen my Eyrael since the humans raided his lab. I don’t even know if he’s still alive. I doubt I will ever know the truth. Now we are all but an endangered species, held captives by those we created and set loose on the world. Our own world. 22 AL was when I was taken to the largest blood farm in the capital and thrown into this cell. They tell me that the only reason I’m still alive is to suit their needs for our blood, but I know I’m more valuable than that. As a historian, I have the ability, the training, and the memory to record what has happened. I’m also one of the only historians they kept alive after the purge of 15 AL when they killed all of the theorists and scholars and historians so they would be sure we didn’t revolt and so their own bloody part in the fall of our civilization could only be remembered as a tale of liberty instead of what it truly was: a massacre. As such, I am also one of the last of my race that was learned in our own history, before the creation of the humans, before the Splintering, before the Unification. They won’t admit it, but they need me. Alive. I only wish I wasn’t. All I can do is hope the end will come soon. But with more than thirteen hundred years left of an average life left, it is only a passing dream that I will find eternal peace in death anytime soon. ~~~~~ first entry, Jyn, Historian, 28 AL, English Let me know what you think! -
Hi everybody! So, this seems like a really good crowd to ask for recommendations. Does anybody here happen to know of any good Sci-Fi stories involving trans characters? I love the genre, especially the works of Philip K. Dick (A Scanner Darkly, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep, The Man in the High Castle), which sometimes lean a little toward the cyberpunk side of things. I'm a trans woman, and I think it would just be the coolest thing to read a story that had a character I could identify with on that level. Thanks everyone! <3
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Hey Guys/Girls! I’m searching for a story... and I can’t remember the name nor the author. It’s a scifi male/male story. The story in general is about a dad that moves with his son across the galaxy so his son can live on a planet where they try to develop a cure for him and others, because the son can’t have genetic modifications like everyone else and therefore has a shortened lifespan. On the transport ship he meets another guy (his love interest) and that guy is son of a governer of another planet. There are lot of other people in the story and it was quite complex but nice to read, and I guess I’m mixing up a lot of stuff. lol There were also power rangers as toys involved in the story, somehow? And also some sort of revolution on one of the planets? If anyone could give me a hint, that would be great! Cheers Alx
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I think for my entire life, I've associated big and brassy with space. I have to say that John Williams played a LOT into this. This is from the original Superman movie from 1978. Right near the beginning of the movie. E.T The absolutely iconic... Star Wars... Imperial March Star Wars theme itself: Jurassic Park: Jaws: Indiana Jones: Hook (Flight to Neverland): Harry Potter: Dual of Fates: Nice top ten:
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Yes. Pinterest is dangerous. But I made a place to start sticking cool Sci-Fi art. https://www.pinterest.com/gayauthors/sci-fi/
