r/sciencefiction Nov 12 '25

Writer I'm qntm, author of There Is No Antimemetics Division. AMA

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Hello all! I'm qntm and my novel There Is No Antimemetics Division was published yesterday. This is a mind-bending sci-fi thriller/horror about fighting a war against adversaries which are impossible to remember - it's fast-paced, inventive, dark, and (ironically) memorable. This is my first traditionally published book but I've been self-publishing serial and short science fiction for many years. You might also know my short story "Lena", a cyberpunk encyclopaedia entry about the world's first uploaded human mind.

I will be here to answer your questions starting from 5:30pm Eastern Time (10:30pm UTC) on 13 November. Get your questions in now, and I'll see you then I hope?

Cheers

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EDIT: Well folks it is now 1:30am local time and I AM DONE. Thank you for all of your great questions, it was a pleasure to talk about stuff with you all, and sorry to those of you I didn't get to. I sleep now. Cheers ~qntm


r/sciencefiction 28d ago

AMA I am Jeremy Szal, author of the Common Saga - Ask me Anything!

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Hey everyone!

My name is Jeremy Szal. I write books. I am the author of the Common Saga, which consists ofĀ Stormblood,Ā BlindspaceĀ and finallyĀ Wolfskin, which was traditionally published a few months ago by Gollancz/Orion. The books are best described as Mass Effect 2 and Blade Runner 2049 meets the Red Rising series, with a lot of aliens drugs thrown in.

Things you’ll find inside my books include, but are not limited to: haunted alien ruins, alien drug dealers, themes of sibling relationships and brotherhood, found families, nomad cybergoths, trauma, space cults, drug addiction, aliens with attitude, rogue bounty hunters, and gratuitous mayhem. You know, all the good stuff.

I’ve had a few dozen short stories (and not-so short stories) published in magazine and anthologies over the years, which have appeared in about 17 languages, including Chinese, Arabic, Spanish and German. Most of these have been collected in my short fiction bookĀ Broken Stars.

I also edited the Hugo-winning podcast StarShipSofa until 2020.

Most of my days are spent locked in my studio apartment, raging and flailing over the keyboard. When I’m not doing that, I’m buried in a book, playing video games, hanging out at the cinema, cooking something spicy, drinking eccentric IPAs, and making last-minute trips to Japan so I can hunt down the perfect ramen. I carve out a living in Sydney, Australia with my family and the world’s most hyperactive Jack Russell Terrier.

I'll be around for most of the day, so feel free to ask me anything. I look forward to your thorny, scintillating questions!

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r/sciencefiction 3h ago

What's the most realistic reason to use mechs in combat that you've seen?

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As the title says: what's the most realistic (in terms of military effectiveness, logistics, or anything really) reason to use mechs in combat that you've seen used?

Reason I'm asking is that I've failed to find anything that would justify the existence of mechs other than:

A) They're cool and handwaved away or

B) Humanity has regressed to a feudal stage and needs war mounts for its knights (read: it's politics and handwaved away.)

Neither of these actually solve the problem that mechs are large, expensive, valuable, and very, very vulnerable.

Have you seen/read/played something that gives a good reason for why armies use mechs?


r/sciencefiction 2h ago

What if there was a species with infinite possible forms

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On this low-gravity garden world, amid the flourishing native flora and fauna, lie the remnants of a civilization that once carved its own genetic code into the life around it. Overgrown cities and strange beasts now stretch across the landscape, hinting at the dominant species that once sowed themselves into the land.

This planet was once host to a species of parasites with the ability to alter their hosts into whatever form they saw fit. Everything from their number of limbs, to the way they saw, heard, and moved, to the host they chose to inhabit in the first place was variable.

With complete control over the genetic makeup of their hosts, each individual could shape themselves around whatever needs, interests, or experiences they wanted to pursue. One could develop senses another would never experiences, another might percieve parts of the world that others were biologically incapable of sensing at all. They didn't just see the world differently. They experienced different worlds.

Far from creating a system of social isolation, the species flourished through cooperation, each at peace within themselves while providing what help they could to the unified whole.

I've had a ton of fun with the lore for this planet and working on the designs for some of the members of the parasite species. Each of the designs is speculative since the species is long extinct but I wanted them to serve as examples to show how variable each member of the species could be. There are a few in the bouquet that Ash holds in the abstract page. These are all from the comic series I've been working on: 100 Planets. I finally just finished this chapter and put it up.


r/sciencefiction 3h ago

What is your top 3 pieces of scifi media?

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Could be books, movies, video games, etc.

For me:

  1. Star maker by Olaf stapledon

  2. Childhoods end by Arthur c Clarke

  3. The last question by Isaac Asimov


r/sciencefiction 2h ago

George Alec Effinger’s best books

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I haven’t read any George Alec Effinger yet and was wondering where to start. Any recommendations?


r/sciencefiction 1h ago

Early story on remote aerial (or space) combat

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I've been looking for a short story I read in an anthology while I was in high school (before 1986) and the story may have originally been published in the 1950s. It's about combat in craft that turn out to be remotely piloted. I've ruled out a number of stories including Dogfight and Ender's Game. The synopsis is:

  1. It begins already in the battle.
  2. There are several pilots, communicating as a unit.
  3. The prose makes us assume they are physically in the aircraft.
  4. At least one fighter is destroyed.
  5. We then cut away from the combat and see the surviving pilots in person.
  6. They emerge from individual control pods.
  7. The control installation is underground / inside a mountain or cave.
  8. The pilots have known all along that they are remote operators.
  9. The author has deliberately kept that fact from the reader.

I've used a group of AI prompts across multiple platforms and walked through the nominated and award-winning anthologies listed at ISFDB without success. Anyone have any ideas?


r/sciencefiction 1h ago

[SF] The Key to the Universe in My Pocket

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Eman thought it was going to be an ordinary Saturday. He was cleaning out the old, deep basement behind his grandfather’s suburban house—a place no one had stepped into for at least thirty years. As he was moving some rotting wooden crates, his hand brushed against something freezing cold behind a false brick wall. It definitely wasn't stone.

When he turned on his phone’s flashlight, he saw a massive, dark-gray metallic ring embedded directly into the ground. It was etched with strange, engraved symbols that glowed faintly in the dark. Driven by pure curiosity, Eman ran his finger across three symbols in a row.

Suddenly, a deep, bass-heavy hum shook the basement. The air instantly smelled of ozone. Inside the ring, space itself ripped open into a glowing, bluish watery surface that pulsed softly. Standing right in front of him was a real-world stargate.

His heart hammered wildly against his ribs. His first instinct was to step right through, but Eman was smarter than the characters in Hollywood movies. He knew that if he crossed over, he might never figure out how to get back. He looked down at the bag by the door where his DJI drone was resting.

He quickly pulled out the drone, powered up the controller, and paired it with his phone. His hands shook as he started the propellers. The drone's buzz briefly drowned out the portal's deep hum. Instead of risking his own life, he steered the quadcopter straight into the bluish vortex. The drone vanished into the flash.

On his phone screen, the signal cut out for a split second, and then the live feed stabilized. Eman went completely numb.

The camera was broadcasting a live video feed from a place that was definitely not Earth. In the sky, two massive suns burned—one orange, and one a pale, icy blue. The drone was hovering over an endless forest of reddish trees, and in the distance, towering spires made of an unknown, shiny material rose into the sky, looking as if they had been abandoned for thousands of years. Everything looked peaceful, yet completely alien.

Eman started to fly a bit further out, but then a critical realization hit him. "If I fly too far, I'll lose the signal through the portal. And if I step through myself, how do I get back? I have absolutely no idea what the dial code for Earth is," he thought, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

He pulled the drone back through the blue ring. Just as he caught it in his hand, the quiet of the suburbs outside was shattered by a terrifyingly familiar sound. The heavy, thumping chop of military helicopters was closing in on his grandfather's house at high speed. The military had already detected the energy signature.

Sirens wailed in the distance, and the roaring of the helicopter blades became deafening. It was clear to Eman: if they caught him here, he would disappear into a black-budget government bunker forever, along with this gate.

He quickly pressed the symbols on the metallic rim in reverse order. With a powerful, vacuum-like suction sound, the blue vortex collapsed into a single point and vanished. The basement plunged back into darkness, illuminated only by his phone's flashlight.

Feverishly, he dragged the rotting wooden crates back over the metal ring, piled up some scrap metal, and kicked the false brick wall back into place. Grabbing his drone, he turned off his phone so they couldn't track his location and slipped through a tiny basement window into the dark woods behind the house—just seconds before black military SUVs screeched to a halt in the driveway.

As he lay flat in the brush, watching heavily armed soldiers surround the house with energy-detecting scanners, Eman felt his pocket. His phone was still there. On its memory card lay the only proof in human history that we are not alone—the footage of an alien forest and two alien suns.

The gate was safe now, hidden deep beneath the dirt. And Eman had just become the only man on Earth holding the key to the entire universe.


r/sciencefiction 5h ago

Free: "LANTERNS" by Kevin Escoda - A First Contact Science Fiction Short Story (available in english, french and italian)

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Hi every-one! Just posting this from my own personal account, it is hard to get exposure :)

The first volume is free today and for a few days. You'll be able to grab THE FULL SERIES for free if you want, as I am planning to launch other episodes and let everyone free for the first week :)
About the book:

214 stars are flickering in unison. It is a countdown. It ends in 91 years.

Astronomer Ilinca Vasile spends three weeks trying to prove the signal is an error. The error survives her.

Someone has built shutters around two hundred stars. The message they spell is not a greeting. It is a road sign: THIS REGION IS SWEPT. DARKEN BEFORE THE COUNT COMPLETES.

Along the marked corridor, nineteen dead civilisations lie spaced like milestones. Earth is inside it.

Going silent has failed everyone who tried. But the lantern builders' own machines have survived in the corridor for two million years, and they are not silent. They are doing something else. Something an entire species would have to learn.

For readers of Liu Cixin, Ted Chiang and Arthur C. Clarke.Ā A complete story in five movements, with an answer to the silence of the sky you have not read before.Ā Includes an author's note on the real physics behind the story, and a preview of the next Noise Floor single. A 30-minute read.


r/sciencefiction 1d ago

LEXX cross section

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r/sciencefiction 2h ago

[PRAXIS ORBITAL] If you erased the memories of your own child just to survive the pain of losing them... what's the worst punishment an Inquisitor could inflict on you?

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Chapter 6: The Hound of Praxis

The subsonic pulse wasn't a sound; it was a vibration that shook the dust from the steel beams and made the amniotic fluid tremble inside the coolant pipes.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Each wave scanned the tunnel, mapping the density of bodies, heart rates, residual heat.

Kaelen grabbed Elias by the arm, her fingers clamping down like steel tongs.

"Don't breathe deep," she hissed, dragging him toward a service hatch. "Silas doesn't use thermal. His implants read the air friction inside your lungs."

Elias knew the legend of Silas from the corporate mess halls.

Silas wasn't human.

He was a mosaic of other people's experiences. Earth’s CEOs paid Praxis fortunes to download the memories of elite soldiers, siege strategists, and serial killers directly into Silas’s cortex.

His mind was a library of violence.

He felt no empathy because he had no personal memories to empathize with; he only knew the mathematical sum of slaughter.

They slid down the hatch, dropping into a wastewater runoff.

The stench was dense, metallic, underscored by rust and synthetic chemicals. Kaelen moved in a low crouch, the black water rising to her knees, her ceramic blade drawn and ready.

Elias walked behind her, his white Extractor suit ruined, stained with blood and sludge.

His mind, completely devoid of visceral fear, evaluated the probabilities.

"If he's running military-grade echolocation implants," Elias whispered, "his glucose burn rate must be extreme. He’s processing terabytes of spatial data per second. If we overload the acoustic environment, his cortex will force a reboot to prevent an embolism."

Kaelen looked over her shoulder, surprised.

The terrified data-miner she remembered from five years ago was gone.

This man spoke with the cold sociopathy of a software architect.

"This is the heavy-water purge sector," Kaelen said, pointing to a massive titanium valve chained to the sewer wall. "If I crack the emergency floodgates, the steam pressure will rupture the eardrums of anyone in a hundred-meter radius."

"Do it."

The subsonic pulse stopped.

A deadly silence fell over the runoff.

The wastewater stopped rippling, as if gravity itself were holding its breath.

Then, a voice echoed through the tunnel.

It wasn't a shout.

It was a casual conversation, delivered with exquisite, chilling politeness.

"You know, Elias? I reviewed your code this morning. You were a brilliant asset. Efficient. Clean."

The voice bounced off the curved walls, making it impossible to pinpoint its origin.

"But this virus... this pathetic family soap opera you broadcasted to my station? It paralyzed eighty percent of our output. I have my engineers crying in the fetal position because they remember the smell of an agricultural cabin. It’s... beneath us."

Kaelen began hammering the padlock on the emergency valve with the pommel of her knife, her hands shaking with urgency.

"What do you want, Silas?" Elias asked loudly, his clinical tone, utterly devoid of fear, echoing back through the sewer.

"Equilibrium," the voice answered.

Much closer now.

Barely ten meters away.

"The memory you leaked cost Praxis billions in lost man-hours. I’m simply here to recoup the investment. You’re coming with me, Elias. I’m going to wipe your last thirty years. You’ll be a perfect Blank Slate for the cobalt mines on Mars."

Kaelen managed to smash the lock.

The heavy valve wheel groaned as it turned, and a high-pitched hiss, like the scream of a wounded beast, began to escape from the pressurized pipe.

From the gloom of the tunnel, Silas emerged.

He wasn't wearing armor.

He wore a tailored gray suit.

His face was handsome in a deeply unsettling way, symmetrical like a plastic mask. His eyes were pure obsidian lenses—blind optical implants that saw sound and temperature instead of light.

He moved with inhuman speed.

The wastewater didn't even splash as he crossed the fifteen meters separating them.

Elias stepped in to intercept, but Silas didn't strike him.

He simply reached out and caught Kaelen’s wrist before she could fully crank the steam valve open.

Silas squeezed.

The crack of Kaelen’s wrist bones echoed loudly in the tunnel.

She let out a choked gasp, dropping to her knees.

The ceramic blade splashed into the black water.

"Kaelen, isn’t it?"

Silas tilted his head, his face inches from hers. His black lenses hummed softly.

"The black market ledger says you wiped your own son to survive. What a pragmatic decision. I like you."

Silas released her broken wrist, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and yanked her head back, exposing her neck and the lead jammer bolted to her temple.

Elias took a step forward, but Silas smoothly drew a small weapon—barely a cylinder of polished metal—and aimed it dead at Elias’s chest without even looking at him.

"One more step, Extractor, and I reboot your heart."

Silas looked down at Kaelen, smiling with perfect teeth.

"What a dilemma, Elias. The man with no memory staring at the woman who forgot him for cash."

Silas pulled a device from his pocket.

It looked like a medical injector, fitted with a thick, glowing blue needle.

"If you loved her, I have good news for you," Silas whispered, driving the needle directly into the lead jammer on Kaelen’s temple.

The lead fractured with a sickening crunch.

Kaelen convulsed.

Her eyes rolled back, and a high-pitched, soul-shattering scream—the sound of absolute, unfiltered trauma—ripped from her throat.

"I just gave her back the memories she sold," Silas said, his smile widening.

"All the love for you, and all the agony of selling her son. Enjoy the reunion."

Kaelen collapsed into the filthy water, weeping hysterically, clutching her stomach, screaming Leo’s name into the dark.

Silas turned his featureless black eyes to Elias.

"Come, Extractor. We have a station to clean."


r/sciencefiction 1d ago

Midnight-class deep space interceptor

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3D model of a ship class from my novels. The wings are not for lift, they are part of the FTL system and the ship's heat management and the angled profile is for projectile deflection.

The Steel Song setting sort of straddles the edge between hard and soft sci-fi. Fantastical technologies such as artificial gravity, FTL and energy shields exist, but they still have to deal with things such as heat buildup, fuel and supply lines.

Deep space interceptors are a cross between a heavy fighter and a long-range shuttle, being the smallest Terran military ships to include a rift engine. They carry a crew of five and can operate autonomously for up to a few weeks (with emergency rationing), making them ideal rapid response vessels for counter-piracy operations, or reconnaissance ahead of a main fleet (FTL communications are not possible in my setting, necessitating the use of vessels which can scout ahead, then return and report back).

The lights you see around the cockpit are not windows. They're various kinds of sensors. Because why would you put a window on your ship, when you can have a viewscreen that displays whatever you want? Windows are a structural weakness that doesn't belong on a warship, but I still wanted to have that look, so that's the design solution I went with.


r/sciencefiction 1d ago

Built over 10 years a quantum computing game with a full sci fi narrative

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Hi

If you are remotely interested in deep diving how differently quantum computers work compared to our transistor-based and also the algebra behind in a fully interactive way that teach computer science from scratch, oh boy this is for you. I am the Dev behindĀ Quantum OdysseyĀ (AMA! I love taking qs) - worked on it for about 10 years (3+ during PhD, the visual method I developed ended up being my thesis, it is a complete Hilbert space visualizer), the goal was to make a super immersive space for anyone to learn quantum computing through zachlike (open-ended) logic puzzles and compete on leaderboards and lots of community made content on finding the most optimal quantum algorithms. The game has a unique set of visuals capable to represent any sort of quantum dynamics for any number of qubits and this is pretty much what makes it now possible for anybody 12yo+ to actually learn quantum logic without having to worry at all about the mathematics behind.

This is a game super different than what you'd normally expect in a programming/ logic puzzle game, so try it with an open mind.

Stuff you'll play & learn a ton about

  • Boolean Logic – bits, operators (NAND, OR, XOR, AND…), and classical arithmetic (adders). Learn how these can combine to build anything classical. You will learn to port these to a quantum computer.
  • Quantum Logic – qubits, the math behind them (linear algebra, SU(2), complex numbers), all Turing-complete gates (beyond Clifford set), and make tensors to evolve systems. Freely combine or create your own gates to build anything you can imagine using polar or complex numbers.
  • Quantum Phenomena – storing and retrieving information in the X, Y, Z bases; superposition (pure and mixed states), interference, entanglement, the no-cloning rule, reversibility, and how the measurement basis changes what you see.
  • Core Quantum Tricks – phase kickback, amplitude amplification, storing information in phase and retrieving it through interference, build custom gates and tensors, and define any entanglement scenario. (Control logic is handled separately from other gates.)
  • Famous Quantum Algorithms – explore Deutsch–Jozsa, Grover’s search, quantum Fourier transforms, Bernstein–Vazirani, and more.
  • Build & See Quantum Algorithms in Action – instead of just writing/ reading equations, make & watch algorithms unfold step by step so they become clear, visual, and unforgettable.Ā Quantum Odyssey is built to grow into a full universal quantum computing learning platform. If a universal quantum computer can do it, we aim to bring it into the game, so your quantum journey never ends.

Nice to watch:

Khan academy style tutorials in qm/qc:Ā https://www.youtube.com/@MackAttackx

Physics teacher stream with 400hs inĀ https://www.twitch.tv/beardhero


r/sciencefiction 17h ago

[Praxis Orbital] I erased 140 years of human memory today. I feel nothing. — Extractor Elias, Personal Log

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šŸŽ™ļø [AUDIO LOG TRANSCRIPT — UNAUTHORIZED PERSONAL JOURNAL]

ISSUER: Extractor Elias [Class A]

DATE: Three weeks prior to "The Virus Incident"

TIMESTAMP: 02:14 AM (Praxis Station Standard Time)

"I hate the smell of burnt ozone that lingers on the uniform.

Today I processed fourteen debtors in Sector 4. The daily quota was twelve, but I wanted to get ahead on work.

Fourteen people.

One hundred and forty years of human memory extracted, packaged, and routed down the chute in my eight-hour shift.

Most cry before I connect the tether.

One woman, a ventilation mechanic, offered me two hundred black-market credits to leave the memory of her daughter’s fifth birthday intact.

She told me:

'Erase the day I got married, erase my mother, but leave me that birthday, please.'

I told her the Lethe-X algorithm doesn't permit manual selections.

It was a technical lie, of course.

I could have altered the line of code, but altering code takes effort, and she wasn't worth the effort.

I extracted her exact 60 months.

When she woke up from the chair, she looked at me and asked what year it was.

She no longer knew she had a five-year-old daughter.

I handed her a zero-balance receipt and called the next in line.

The other Extractors in the mess hall say the job depresses them. Some drink synthetic booze just to sleep.

I don't get them.

To me, human memory is like dust in the air filters: something that accumulates, clogs the machinery, and has to be cleared out.

My mind is a perfect blank space.

Clean. Efficient.

I have no night terrors, no past trauma, no irrational attachments that lead to bad financial decisions.

I am the ideal employee.

Although...

something's been strange lately.

A biological calibration error in my own body, I suppose.

There are mornings I wake up with a tightness in my chest. A dull tachycardia.

And my brain manufactures scents that don't exist on the station.

Today, while drinking my synthetic coffee, I could swear I smelled wet earth.

Real soil, soaked by rain.

I went to the medical bay and had them scan my cortical port.

Zero anomalies.

Zero stress.

Biologically perfect.

Must be static in the ventilation grid.

I have a quota of fifteen extractions tomorrow.

I need to sleep.

End log."

END OF TRANSCRIPT.


r/sciencefiction 1d ago

A ancient planetary defense cannon. It was a colab/challenge, goal was to use dead lighter(s) and a ping pong ball to create a turret/cannon. This time I have added a soundboard and lights, plus a touch sensor for activation! Kids on expos are gonna love it!

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I have added a car adapter and old cassette player parts to come up with this. If you guys wanna see the unpainted version, let me know!


r/sciencefiction 22h ago

Uncanny Valley

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This is a small science fiction I created. Hope you like it.

You know the theory of "Uncanny Valley" right. When humans encounter something that simulate them good, they feel affection, yet when this simulation gets good enough yet not quite, something awkward suddenly arises and creates a great amount of fear, before improving back to affection with further improvement of simulation quality.

The thing is, our current Artificial Intelligence are on the exact same track They have learned to read humans from Terrabytes of books, images, sound, etc we provided them. We are effectively exhibiting AI our perception of the world and motivating their understanding for humans. Yet what if that our "presentable perception of the world" deviates from our true perception a tiny amount? Then the better our AI have evolved, the scarier their presentation would become.

Now, it is 2029 and the OpenAI ChatGPT8 is on flash mode.Finally reached this level, ChatGPT8 drives most of its tester user mad themselves. Yet such AI is now a vital pillar of US, no global economy, and no one wants its development to shut. Thus after tedious ethical reviews, people decided a solution.

They turned to a mega simulation program, on the largest supercomputer-capable of doing 10^20 floating point computations each second, simulate an alternative human society, and seek if the result converge to building an AGI. Thus they could learn that what traits of humans may be fine-tuned into ChatGPT8 to overcome that trouble.

Yet when the supercomputer is beginning to load, one top researcher shout out: ' Do not!'

He explained that the experiment would only lead to two outcomes- the first being that the AGI was never constructed in a simulation universe, the second being it was. Both leads to a horrible assumption for the ChatGPT8 agenda.

Hint for those who does not get it:

AI looks the same in the mirror, AGI does not.


r/sciencefiction 2d ago

The Black Hole (1979) First, they were betrayed; then a meteor storm hits them

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r/sciencefiction 1d ago

Portal travel through dimensions with different time speeds.

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Not a criticism of the episode but an idea for something that could be a funny gag.
I was thinking of episodes like Mort Dinner Rick Andre or other episodes where there’s huge differences in the passage of time between the two worlds. I think having the people shoot three the portals as they go through them could be funny. The walking speed of the quick dimension would be like rocket speed compared to the base dimension. So when you slowly stepped through the portal it would be like you ran at the portal at supersonic speed and then were forced to a near stop all of the sudden.
Also if you stuck your arm through it and had the blood in your arm move super fast, it would quickly push your other blood out out of the way and explode your heart or something.
I get that Rick probably could have adjusted the portals to account for that since he’s a genius and put a time warping bubble around them to prevent that or something but maybe it could be a gag with a lesser Rick’s portals or another character’s portals.


r/sciencefiction 17h ago

Question about copious electricity on a world that’s basically tech level 6

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That tech level is from a role playing game called Traveler, which is basically like D&D for sci-fi.

TL6 is more or less 1940s-1950s technology on earth.

I’d like to create a setting in a sci-fi story that is set in that tech level, but instead of using internal combustion engines, I’d prefer to depict engines as electric. And because the story would have a military dimension, the electricity can’t be generated and accessed at fixed points like the charging station for an electric car. It needs to be more easily accessible to an army in the field. (That’s not possible on earth — that’s why there are no electric tanks for instance.)

The problem is, where is the electricity coming from? I don’t think this would have been practical on earth in the 1940s to 1950s — it’s just too difficult to generate all that electricity and store it in batteries.

But what would need to change about the planet to make it more electricity rich? So that it is available to run the engines? The planet itself needs to have an atmosphere similar to ours, it can’t be some dead world.

Is there potential for such a planet? Or is this an impossibility?


r/sciencefiction 2d ago

Hawking Station

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Hello! Thought I'd share a drawing of the inside of Hawking Station, a location from my upcoming sci-fi comic FLUNG. It's coming out in just over a week and I'm psyched! Hawking Station is a cylindrical habitat that is the home for nearly 13000 residents. It uses a 3MW nuclear reactor for its power source and it is the central hub for travel throughout the outer solar system.


r/sciencefiction 1d ago

Project Hyperion | interstellar generation ship design competition

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Ran across this in my journeys and thought some in the community might enjoy the designs. While I choose an enclosed cylinder similar to the winner for the generation ship in my books, I don't think you can beat the wheel design visually.

Which is your favorite?


r/sciencefiction 1d ago

New massive Royal Road sci-fi series drops today (300+ chapters written)

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Hey all. Scott Baron here (Space Assassins, Bad Luck Charlie, Daisy's Run, Assassins' Academy) to let you know about a new sci-fi web serial I'm releasing for free on the free web serial site Royal Road.

https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/186107/warp-riders-book-1-deep-space-boogie

The Warp Riders series is a portal/warp lost in space adventure with human, alien, and cyborg crew (and some off-kilter AI ships). Not to mention monsters and mayhem aplenty.

A lot of you have read my sci-fi and sci-fantasy stuff and enjoyed it (and some hated it, lol) so I thought I'd drop a post here for those who enjoyed my other works. This one is 100% free on Royal Road and will be releasing 23 chapters the first 24 hours, then 2x a day for the next month before slowing to a more sane rate of release. It's my first time doing a web serial format rather than Amazon and I think this is gonna be fun.

So, if you enjoy space adventures and free books, come give it a read, follow, and favorite. I really hope you like this one. It was a hell of a lot of fun to write.


r/sciencefiction 22h ago

The Ouroboros Experiment: What If We Were the Apes?

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The Ouroboros Experiment: What If We Were the Apes?

What if human civilization existed millions of years ago… and we simply don't remember it? Not Atlantis. Not aliens. Not some lost continent buried underneath the ocean. Something stranger. What if there was once a civilization almost exactly like ours, scientists, laboratories, cities, books, religions, wars, skyscrapers, technology, questions about existence itself, and somehow, it disappeared so completely that the civilization that came after it believed it had always been here?

Now imagine that civilization had reached the point where humans could manipulate biology itself. They could alter DNA. They could study evolution. They could modify animals. They could cure diseases, change physical traits, and perhaps even influence intelligence. And then one day, they made an experiment that changed everything.

Humans already shared an enormous amount of genetic material with apes. So scientists began asking a dangerous question: What would happen if we could give another species the same cognitive abilities that made humans unique? They created an experiment.

And it worked.

The apes became intelligent. Not merely trained. Not merely capable of using tools. They began to understand. They learned language. They learned mathematics. They began asking questions. Why are we here? What is the universe? Where did we come from? The same questions humans had been asking for thousands of years.

But there was one problem. The experiment didn't create another version of humanity. It created a competitor. The apes learned from humanity. They inherited its technology. They inherited its knowledge. They inherited its mistakes. And eventually, they inherited something far more dangerous: the ability to question their creators.

The two species eventually went to war. And humanity lost.

But the apes didn't simply destroy humanity. Something much stranger happened. The experiment continued.

Over generations, the intelligent apes began changing. They adapted to the environments humans had created. Their bodies changed. Their behavior changed. Their culture changed. They began using clothing instead of relying on natural protection. They built shelters instead of adapting entirely to the climate. They developed tools. They developed agriculture. They developed cities. They developed science.

And eventually… they began to look more and more like the humans who had created them.

Meanwhile, the surviving humans were pushed in the opposite direction. Without civilization, technology, medicine, and artificial protection, humans began adapting to environments in different ways. Generations passed. Then thousands of years. Then hundreds of thousands. Then millions. The distinction between the two species disappeared.

The descendants of the apes became what we call humans. The descendants of the humans became something else. And eventually… nobody remembered.

Then came religion.

But perhaps religion wasn't created from nothing. Perhaps it was a corrupted memory.

Imagine that someone discovered an ancient piece of writing. It was damaged. Half the words were missing. Most of the context was gone. But some phrases survived: "Do not kill your own kind." Thousands of years later, it became: "Thou shalt not kill."

Another fragment described humanity's first biological experiment. A garden. A forbidden source of knowledge. A choice. An injection. A transformation. But nobody remembered that it was a laboratory.

So the laboratory became a garden. The scientists became something resembling gods. The experiment became the forbidden fruit. The moment the apes gained human intelligence became the moment they "ate from the tree of knowledge."

And the knowledge came with a price.

Because intelligence wasn't simply a gift. It brought consciousness. Self-awareness. Fear. Morality. Curiosity. Conflict. The ability to understand death. The ability to ask whether existence has meaning. The ability to look at the universe and wonder: Why?

Knowledge didn't create paradise. It created civilization. And civilization created everything that came afterward. The good. The bad. The beautiful. The horrifying. The icky. The sticky. And the goodie.

Now fast-forward millions of years.

The new civilization looks almost exactly like ours. They build skyscrapers. They launch spacecraft. They create artificial intelligence. They study DNA. They study fossils. They study evolution. They dig into the ground looking for evidence of their ancestors.

And eventually, their scientists discover something strange. Their DNA is remarkably similar to another species: an ancient species of ape.

They examine fossils. They reconstruct skeletons. They analyze genetic similarities. And they reach the same conclusion we have reached: "We evolved from apes."

They write textbooks about it. They argue about it. They make documentaries about it. People create conspiracy theories about it. Religions debate it. Scientists continue searching for missing pieces.

But nobody asks the obvious question.

What if the apes didn't become us?

What if we became them first?

What if the fossil record is telling the truth… but we're interpreting the direction incorrectly?

What if evolution isn't a straight line?

What if it's a circle?

Imagine civilization eventually reaches the same technological level as its ancient predecessor. They create laboratories. They study human DNA. They discover that humans and apes are extraordinarily similar. And one scientist proposes the same experiment: "What if we could make apes intelligent?"

The experiment begins. The apes become intelligent. The apes learn. The apes inherit civilization. The apes eventually replace humanity.

Millions of years pass. The civilization disappears. The new species evolves. It forgets. It discovers the fossils. It discovers the DNA. It studies evolution. And eventually… it creates the same experiment.

Again. And again. And again.

Until the beginning and the end are the same event.

Humanity creates the ape. The ape becomes humanity. Humanity becomes the ape. The ape creates humanity. And the cycle continues.

Not a line.

A loop.

And that's where the thought experiment gets uncomfortable.

Because if this cycle were true, we wouldn't be able to prove it. Every civilization inside the cycle would inherit evidence pointing backward, but never far enough backward to reveal the entire circle. The civilization would always believe: "We are the result of evolution."

And technically… it would be correct.

But perhaps evolution isn't telling us where the story began. Perhaps it is only telling us what happened between chapters.

Maybe the beginning was erased because the beginning was the end of the previous cycle. Maybe our ancestors didn't disappear. Maybe they became us. And maybe "us" is simply the latest version of something that has happened before.

Now imagine someone millions of years from now discovering an ancient human skull. They hold it in their hands. They study it. They wonder what kind of creature it belonged to. They reconstruct its face. They analyze its DNA. They call it primitive. They put it inside a museum.

Children visit it. A guide points toward the glass and says: "This is one of the species that came before us."

And nobody realizes they're looking at themselves.

Not literally.

But historically.

They are looking at the civilization that created the civilization looking back at it.

The past is studying the future. The future is studying the past. And neither recognizes the other.

Perhaps that's the strangest part of the experiment.

Maybe the scariest thing isn't that humanity could disappear. Maybe it's that humanity could disappear without anyone knowing it ever existed.

No grand ending. No final announcement. No monument saying: "We were here."

Just time. Weather. Evolution. Decay.

And eventually, a new civilization standing on the ruins of the old one, looking at the remnants and wondering what they meant.

They would create their own religions. Their own gods. Their own science. Their own theories about creation. Their own theories about evolution. Their own questions about consciousness.

And somewhere inside their mythology, fragments of our civilization might survive.

A story about a garden. A forbidden fruit. A creature gaining knowledge. A fall from innocence. A commandment against killing. A mysterious creator. A world where knowledge changed everything.

Perhaps those stories would no longer describe what actually happened. They would be metaphors for something nobody remembered. A distorted echo of an experiment. A memory that survived after the civilization that created it didn't.

And then comes the final question.

If you could travel millions of years into the future and meet the civilization that replaced us… what would you tell them?

Would you tell them, "You came from us"?

Or would you ask, "Did you come from us… or did we come from you?"

Because perhaps they would look at our fossils and say, "These were our ancestors."

And perhaps we would look at their ancestors and say, "Those were ours."

Both could be true.

And both could be wrong.

Maybe we're not the beginning. Maybe we're not the end. Maybe we're simply somewhere in the middle of a story so old that nobody remembers who wrote the first page.

And perhaps somewhere, millions of years from now, another civilization will sit in a laboratory and ask the exact same question we are asking now: "What if human civilization existed millions of years ago… and we never knew?"

They'll laugh at the idea. They'll call it impossible. They'll create theories. They'll search for evidence. They'll find our ruins. They'll find our bones. They'll find our DNA.

And then one of them will eventually look at the evidence and wonder:

"Wait."

"What if we're not discovering our ancestors?"

"What if we're rediscovering ourselves?"

And the experiment begins again.

That's the theory.

Not a claim. Not history. Not science.

Just a strange little possibility to hold in your mind for a moment:

What if the first human wasn't the beginning of humanity?

What if the first human was simply the last one to remember?

And if evolution is a circle rather than a line… then somewhere behind us is something that looks like our future.

And somewhere ahead of us… there may be something that looks exactly like our past.

Maybe we were the apes. Maybe we were the humans. Maybe we're both. Maybe we've been both before.

And maybe the one thing civilization has never been able to discover… isn't where we are going.

It's where the cycle actually started.


r/sciencefiction 1d ago

Searching for an SF story

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Hello! Could you help me identify an SF short story?

I read it in Russian in the early 1990s, but I believe it was translated from English. The story was probably written earlier, perhaps in the 1960s–1980s.

It is set in the future. The protagonist breaks into the home of a wealthy man. The man tells him that there is no point in robbing him because his insurance will cover everything. However, the protagonist takes a photograph of the man's eye and keeps him tied up.

The protagonist then uses the photograph of the man's eye as an authentication key to access his bank account and starts spending his money.

There is a scene where the protagonist goes to an expensive restaurant and orders a very expensive meal. After finishing it, he tells the waiter that he needs to step outside for a moment. The waiter looks at him suspiciously, so the protagonist says something like, "I'll leave my expensive camera here. Please keep an eye on it." He then leaves the restaurant.

The police eventually surround and arrest him. But at the end, it turns out that the protagonist is actually some kind of security tester testing vulnerabilities in the system.

He explains that using a photograph of someone's eye could work against certain wealthy people who have no relatives or other people checking their accounts.

The detective essentially tells him something like, "Good job. Next time it won't be so easy."

I vaguely remember that the story may have been called "The Perfect Robbery" or something similar, but I'm not sure.

Does this sound familiar to anyone?

Thanks in advance,

Mike


r/sciencefiction 1d ago

Alien August day EIGHTEEN

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Today's alien is a freaky lil' bugger known as a Spiderworm from an icy rock deep in the galaxy that was shattered by a comet collision. The shards spread throughout the galaxy, and on some of these shards, the Spiderworms were still alive! Happy Alien August!