#sci-fi writing

[calliecwrites]

Attraction

Humans are weird. You don’t need me to tell you that. They’re stuck in one fixed form, their bodies get sick and age against their will, and physical damage disrupts them so much they stop existing. They’re made of meat. But the weirdest part is this ‘love’ thing they always talk about. I’ve read about it in books – I’ve read about it in lots of books – but I still don’t get it. How does it happen? What does it feel like? What does it feel like to be on the receiving end? Could a lump of meat ever love a blob of goo that can turn into anything?

It was my friend’s idea. She doesn’t see why I find this so interesting, but she’s always one to come up with a plan: try it. Find a human I like, take on a form and persona I think they might like, and see what happens. Repeat.

So I did. But there are rules for this kind of thing, and the most important is: never go back to the same human twice.

You can see where this is going.

See, I got hooked. It was pure luck that I found her. She was a world. She was many worlds. Her eyes lit up with the stories she told. She learned to shapeshift in her dreams, because the real world didn’t give her that option. I wished I could join her there, see what she saw. She was a shifter at heart – fluid as the ocean, wild as the wind – even more than I was. And the beauty and the tragedy of it, that she was born in flesh, but dared to dream anyway – how could I stay away?

Oh, I followed all the other rules. I followed them to a tee. I even tried other humans, at least to start with. But they weren’t her. So I went back, again and again, as the extroverted girl, as the quiet boy, as the older woman who’d seen the world, even as a stray cat living in her neighbourhood. And every time, when things started to happen, I did what I was supposed to do: I left, quietly and gently, before we got so close that leaving would hurt her. It’s not you, it’s me. If only she knew.

But rules are there for a reason. She started to think there was something wrong with her – why, whenever she got close to someone, did they always leave? What was I to do? Going back would hurt her more. Staying away was tearing me apart.

So I broke the biggest rule of all. I told her everything. I showed her what I was. Humans don’t like shifters – we learn that early on. But she laughed and cried and hugged me, and said she should have known, somehow – how had she not seen it, she said. It didn’t matter to her that I was goo, not meat. She chose me.

And me? I’m… comfortable. Is that love? It doesn’t sound like love as the humans describe it: the romance, the butterflies (butterflies?) – most of that is still a mystery to me. But I won’t be leaving her again.

Still, every time I change form, every time I turn fluid, she watches and smiles. She wishes she could join me. Is that possible? Can a human become a shifter? She gave me the gift of acceptance – could I give this gift to her? No one I ask knows. But the legends say it’s true. And the humans have a saying: that love conquers all. If anyone can find a way, we will. And through good or bad, rain or shine, we’ll do it together.

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[ofdinosanddais1]

Trying to think how mobility aids would look with different alien species because mobility aids look different for different animals than they do humans. A prosthetic for a dolphin's fin is not going to have a human foot. A dog wheelchair does not look like a human wheelchair or operate like a human wheelchair. So, with this knowledge, how would mobility aids look different with alien species that have different limbs or body structures?

A squid-type alien isn't going to use a human wheelchair like a human would. Aliens might need different canes if their legs are different. Like imagine a squid alien trying to use a human cane, they would trip over it like a billion times.

An alien like an elcor from Mass Effect isn't going to use a walker like a human does. A hanar from Mass Effect isn't going to use leg or arm braces like a human would. Hearing aids on an alien with a gelatin-like head wouldn't really work.

Instead of trying to create sci-fi worlds where disabilities just don't exist, where are all these cool ideas for alien mobility aids???

Like, with advanced technology, I could see something as serious as cancer become something more like a bacterial infectiom due to improved treatment or understanding of cancer as a category of diseases instead of just one singular disease.

But you're gonna tell me that the future is going to "cure disability"? Fuck no. Disability will always exist and I wanna see a sci-fi setting that recognizes disability as a natural part of life instead of something that is miraculously cured thanks to magnificent spacefaring age technology.

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[ivandra-winters]

I love you, ‘time travel used as a tool in the narrative’. I love you, ‘using time travel to actively change the present whilst the characters are experiencing it’. I love you, ‘characters making snap decisions that they tell their future selves to remember so that it can benefit them in the present’.

#yes this is about the third act of bill and ted’s excellent adventure #and the ghost of christmas past segment of the doctor who christmas carol episode #and season 2 of loki (so far) #basically I love time travel done right #sci-fi writing #science fiction #time travel #narrative

[blue-kyber]

Tumblr inspired me to incorporate a little of the 'humans are space orcs' vibe into my story. :)

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Ilthall orbited the system's single sun as the third planet in a family of five within the Ilthall system. It was one of two habitable worlds.

The second one being the bloated desert world of Jinuuba that most species would find inhospitable for long periods of time.

Except for the humans - both mik and masakan.

When told sustaining a presence there couldn’t be done, and that the native reptilian krit tribes would thwart any attempts with aggression, the two accepted the challenge, proclaimed, “Oh yeah? Watch this,” and built a colony.

A hundred years, and a boundary line later negotiated by the humans and the krit - who found the humans to be just as crazy as they were - the thriving settlement was still going strong.

Binali City was the only Alliance colony allowed in yondi territory, because it was started and maintained by competitive humans who couldn't resist a dare.

The yondi were honestly impressed at the humans’ stubbornness capacity. They left it alone out of sheer curiosity to see what would happen. Plus the humans had invented new creations to let them survive in that harsh environment, and discovered resources that could be used off-world. So the Ilthallan monarchy partnered with the colony.

They and most other species believed that if the terran-humans had progressed technologically enough to join galactic society, there would be three human species running the city instead of two.

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[cat-appreciator]

I’m thinking some more about my fanfic idea and I’ve come to a decision and a realisation:

Firstly, for what I want from the original idea - essentially a blue-and-orange-morality weird goth-adjacent scientist girl with a hammerspace full of monstrous extra limbs - her abilities in four-space have to be intentionally limited by design (watsonian-ly, the design of the hyperintelligent hyperdimensional swarm of space bees; doylistically, by me). She’s not capable of much movement in the fourth dimension, and she can’t see in the fourth dimension at all.

This still makes her “superpowers” (actually “being grafted to a hyperdimensional space bee’s modified auxiliary drone”) rather ridiculous. She has:

- An arbitrary number of insectile grasping appendages and/or tentacles, all of which can scale in size at will (because if her abilities are intentionally designed for operation in three-space I can do the “hypercone” thing)

- An arbitrary number of eyes which can probably see in just about every wavelength. She can’t use them to see through walls directly but because they’re not connected to her directly in three-space she *can* move them through four-space until they’re on the other side of a wall, drop them back down to three-space, and now she can see whatever’s on the other side of the wall just fine

- If she can do that with her eyes and limbs there’s no reason she can’t do that with her actual human body (/grafted appendage), essentially granting her a short-range teleporting ability which doesn’t depend on line of sight

- She likely has *some* form of fourth-dimensional senses (proprioception?) so she doesn’t telefrag her parts by rotating them back into three-space into an unseen obstacle.

- She can hide by retracting all her limbs and body into four-space, which could be useful for avoiding inconvenient massive explosions

- If she can teleport her human body and her clothes come with her (which is not a given in BnHA) she can use the fourth dimension as a *regular* hammerspace

- She can probably “hover” her human body in three dimensions - after all, her additional limbs are already doing this and her human body is technically an additional limb

- This is still a ridiculously powerful and versatile set of superpowers but I’m proud of how it’s all tied together.

Secondly, the “hyperdimensional hyperintelligent swarm of space bees”. I had a whole thing I’d thought up about how the “bees” were a distributed intelligence across the swarm, how they communicated/thought in bursts of light, how that would mean that there’s no difference *between* communication and thought for them. Creating an independent subsidiary to come up with novel scientific ideas would require them to engineer a subset of bees who were blind to communication on the regular wavelength of light and used a different wavelength to communicate.

The idea of individuality would be pretty alien to them. Compare this swarm, which has “neurons” made of individual bees and which can see every thought as it’s happening, to humans, who run on electrical signals in discrete bone containers holding approximately 1 litre of warm meat mush; those electrical signals give rise to the epiphenomenon called consciousness; the human decides to say something and emits a coded signal (language) via manipulation of its oxygen-exchange mechanism (lungs) to create a series of pressure differential vibrations in the air; specialised organs in other humans detect these vibrations, the brain decodes them, and a concept is transmitted. It’s possible that they don’t know how/if humans are communicating at all, let alone if they’re conscious!

Then I realised that I was making things too complicated/thinking like a flatlander. There’s no reason for them to use bursts of light to communicate at all, because *obviously* any “swarm” is merely the four-space expression of the appendages of an entity in *five*-dimensional space, appearing separate much as my oc’s multifarious limbs do in three-dimensional space, because one cannot see “below the surface” to where they’re all connected.

They’re a hive mind not because they’re all constantly seeing what everyone else is thinking, but because *they are different appendages of the same entity*. The “modified auxiliary drone” I was going to stitch to my oc to give her all her limbs? Is *just a different sort of appendage*.

I may still use the “distributed AI drones create hive mind based on laser signalling” thing elsewhere, though, it seems like a not-bad sci-fi idea. They could also be cuttlefish.

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[tlaquetzqui]

You might be thinking “I have to kill off characters or the reader won’t have any investment, it’ll be like a mystery where you see who the killer is in the opening scene”.

Columbo, you mean? Columbo is not about “who done it”, it’s about “how catch ’em”. A lot of stories, probably most, are not about “Will the protagonists die?”, because if they die fuck there’s no story. They are about “How Will The Hero Get Out of This One?” It is not in question that The Hero can Get Out of This One; the interest is in how.

From another angle, consider Dragon Ball. After the power-creep sets in, taking away the ability to wish people back would be a Band-Aid on a suppurating chest wound. The problem is not that people don’t die (permanently): the problem, no matter who is dead or alive, is still that the only solution is always “wait for Goku to finish powering up past another threshold and handle everything with a yet-more souped-up Kamefuckinghamefuckingha.” It’s boring.

Something like Naruto or BnHA is better, even though except in very special circumstances nobody is really any more likely to be permanently killed. Because the characters have different powers—everyone is far more of a wildcard than Piccolo’s weird slug-man stuff—and not only the protagonist is allowed to save the day. If you really thought anyone was gonna die in those except in very telegraphed circumstances, you’re not old enough to read shonen manga. The interest is in how they avoid dying.

(It occurs to me that this is kinda the fictional equivalent of “it matters not how long you live, but how well”. The protagonist’s death is generally a real nuisance. Just make the foregone conclusion of their survival fun to read.)

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[realasrealis]

This was the e-book cover I went for. Only on Amazon Kindle though. Whenever Amazon allows me to drop the prize to zero every 3 months or so, I do it, as mostly all the downloads have been when it’s free!

A longish but easy read----reads like a sci-fi B-movie. Whenever I get tired of periodically dropping the price to zero, will likely issue for free on the other e-reader platforms, like my 1st book of the series “As Real As Real” on Apple Books, Google and kobo and Smashwords.  

#sci-fi #Sci-Fi & Fantasy #fantasy fiction #fiction #superhero fiction #free book #scifi #scifi writing #sci-fi wr #sci-fi writing #sci #sci-fi books

[floral-experiments]

Story introduction

Hello hello! My current online name is Brugmansia, after my favorite flowers, angels trumpets.

I'm an 18 y/o artist and writer who is very into medical science and fantasy. I'm currently working on a story called Project Peony that I plan to involve in a mini writing series that explores experimentation and modern science in an alien world.

Project Peony is very, very, very vaguely based on the modern retellings of Hades and Persephone but if all romance was replaced with dark psychological horror.

It is a story that takes place as part of a larger universe and story I'm working on with my partner called CrossRoads. While Project Peony does not directly affect the main story it is meant to explore my portion of the world that I've been creating for a few years.

That part of the world is a planet called Desil that exists in a completely different dimension from Earth. It is full of many strange humanoid creatures with my main focus being a species called Opusille.

They have a large and complicated world that is a mix of magic and science, but the science is my primary focus in this story.

Project Peony is going to hold many dark subjects such as:

The affects of a fantasy war being fought with magic and science mixing.

The ethics of 'human' experimentation for the greater good

Creating lab born children that are born with the purpose of being soldiers

Extreme psychological abuse

Medical abuse

Torture and body deformity

Age gap relationships with the intention of manipulation

Toxic relationship dynamics

Many mentions of child death

And the largest story point of all, Does artificial life deserve human rights if it's capable of emotion and complex thought

If any of these topics are unappealing or upsetting then don't bother reading this story or looking further into my account.

This story comes in two parts and I will refer to them as Project Peony and Project Peony: Failure to show the different parts.

Most of the story will be told through reports made by scientists with art to follow. I'm not the best at digital so most of it will come in the form of traditional artwork.

Information about me

I am agender and go by all pronouns but I would prefer they/them.

I'm on the aro/ace spectrum and I have a partner of almost 5 years.

I plan to attend college soon to study nursing and later on marine science.

I am autistic and would greatly appreciate the usage of tone indicators when speaking directly to me.

That is all I feel you need to know :).

Boundaries

This list will be updated as often as I feel necessary.

Don't bring your fetishes around my characters.

Don't make disgusting jokes at me or my characters.

If you have an issue with my content the block button exists.

If I am unintentionally making something genuinely offensive please tell me and provide proof so I can apologize and remove it.

#self introduction #original story #original writing #dark fiction #scifi but for the girlies 🧪🧬 #science fantasy 🧪🧬 #sci-fi writing #fantasy story #stories of Desil #brugmansia art #brugmansia writing #nightshade stories

[overflowing-glass]

The daydreaming about a funny scenario with aliens to drafting the grammatical rules for a conlang pipeline

#writing #conlang #sci-fi writing #the funny scenario was basically species of people that tend to mimic the behavior of whatever species they’re interacting with #but unfortunately for these aliens the first human they meet is a toddler #so they all start mimicking this toddlers temper tantrums at the slightest inconvenience and it’s really confusing when they find an adult #it’s a very stupid premise but then I had an actual idea spawn from it #(baby on a spaceship!) #hence conlang time #my post

[calliecwrites]

Ruins

I was last out of the building. I shook my head. “Still no sign of what happened.”

The city was ancient, we could tell that much. Layer upon layer of mud and debris had buried the towers, year by year, and now they were encased in stone. Only those at the edge of the plateau were accessible, exposed by wind and rain, and slowly crumbling.

It had taken years to find this world. Our ancestral home, lost to the ages. Everywhere we dug, here, we found ruins of human civilisation. Our ancestors. Humans were so fragile. It was hard to believe they had ever gone into space at all, when a single mistake meant instant death. But they had, and, somehow, had survived long enough to become us.

And yet, on this world, their home, they had all died. Everything had died. This world had been teeming with life, as alien to us as we would be to it, but still our origin. Now it was all gone.

Many of us had taken on human form when we landed here, out of – what? Respect? It was a form I almost never used. The same for the others. But deep in our memories, we all knew what it was like to walk on two legs under this sun. We no longer craved it the way our human ancestors had, but we remembered.

There would have been grass, then. Now there was only dust. There was a bitterness in it, that I could taste in everything I touched. The whole world tasted of death.

The scouts returned, changing back into human form as they landed. We merged briefly, enough to share what they had seen, and for all of us to decide.

There were caverns further round the plateau. A deeper layer of the city was exposed – an older layer, more advanced, from before the decline. We flew there slowly, riding the wind and the silence. This air should have been moist and full of tiny living things. Now it was poison that no human could have survived.

Had they done this to themselves? That was a thought we had shared in the merge. We all knew how destructive our ancestors had been. But to leave a whole world of life sterile would have been an achievement even for them.

Radiation levels were high in the caverns. Maybe that was why this layer of the city had been abandoned. But the buildings were better-preserved, and there were fragments of old devices that might still contain readable data. This would be a good place to study.

It was a small change to let my body feed on the radiation. It was a warm, constant glow. It felt similar to photosynthesis – though none of us had drawn energy from the sun since landing here. It felt disrespectful, somehow, taking on the vibrant green of life on this world, that had once been so full of life and was now so barren.

There should have been life here. Some of the most resilient organisms, extremophile bacteria, thrived in environments like this, where nothing else could live. I absorbed small samples of the dust and debris to analyse their composition and look for signs of life. Like on the surface, there was nothing. We could survive here as long as we liked, absorbing nutrients from the dust and the rocks – we were the most resilient life of all. But we should not have been alone.

The others reported the same. We were subdued that night. We had never seen destruction so complete. We were prepared to spend centuries here, to understand what had happened. But we wanted to do more.

So much of the life that filled the galaxy, not just us, had its origin here, in humanity and the countless organisms they had taken with them to the stars. And this dead world was their memorial? We would give something back, if we could.

We merged deeper than before. With our combined capacity, we designed a new microorganism, something like a bacterium, that could survive even here. This would be our memorial to them. When we had learned all we could from the ruins, we would assemble it in our bodies, and we would release it. It would be slow, at first, but over time it would spread and evolve, so that one day, millions of years from now, Earth might teem with life again.

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[blumineck]

Bows vs Guns: when does it make sense for modern/ sci-fi characters to use guns?

This is just one example! For a longer breakdown (with some bonus history!), check out my YouTube channel.

And don’t forget there are art reference packs now up on Patreon!

#I will reblog this with a link to the full video #but I can’t rn because both posts are scheduled #but once the link is live I’ll do it #is this why people have queue tags #archer #archery #nerd #fantasy #sci fi #fiction #writing #queue didn’t see that coming

[whitherwordswither]

Some Space Fiction, Scene I

"So, w-where do we… do we go from here…?" They asked as the cool timbre of autumn settled in their throat, like a tiny weighted sinker on a fishing line. It was undertoned with unease as they fought for calm, half collapsing as they leaned back against the trunk of the willow they had come to rest beneath on quaint rocky ridge. They were miles from the wreckage of the freighter now, but they still felt eyes on their shoulders. Still struggled with a foreboding they couldn't shake.

The Lacaracel inclined her head, soft ears swiveling like gentle mainsails in the evening breeze. She too looked toward the sky, chartreuse gaze lifting from her companion, following the threads of the hanging branches. She searched the slivered azure as it seemed to flitter among the leaves, vying for attention as the approaching dusk set embers alight across the horizon.

Her lips twitched in to something of a smirk and the large feline-like entity shook her head. Her natural tone was soft, like brushing past sheets of velvet. "We should be only a few more kilos from the port. And then…?" Her sharp eyes dropped to fix on the human again. "Well. I suppose that is where your expertise in persuasion comes in to play, yes? Surely there will be vessels needing crew, eager to depart."

Zil closed their eyes, letting out a breath. "Y-yeah… hopefully. Before the Viuschu send a p-patrol… to find out why the freighter missed… ah… missed its schedule check in."

Mizrith crouched beside them, placing a heavy paw gently on their shoulder. "They are behind is now, Zilla. The roots of our path have found new direction. We are free. We are whole. And the way before us is waiting to be written upon the bark of the Arborima Lux."

They clenched their eyes tight, placing a hand over the cat's, squeezed, then nodded and pushed themself to stand. Miz stood with them. "You're r-right. And the f-further we are on… our path… means further from their reach. Lets… lets go."

Mizrith paused a moment, placing paws and forehead against the willow's trunk in silence. She leaned back, regarding it almost fondly, then turned and caught up to Zil, who had already begun their descent down the rocky slope. With a bit of renewed resolve, and maybe a bit of luck, they would possibly reach the port before full dark.

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[blue-kyber]

If someone says writing sci-fi of any kind (hard sci-fi or sci-fi fantasy like mine) is easy, I'd like to respectfully slap them with a trout. Twice.

#writing #writeblr #sci-fi writing #It's not easy #There's far more to consider than just space battles and pretty planets. #The recent Generation Tech video now has me considering a bureau of standards for measurements. #The Alliance has to have a way of establishing standards across the worlds in their fold #You have idea the number of headaches I've given myself trying figure out galactic standard time #and the difference between it and Terran standard time

[nixite117]

The reason I don’t write sci fi is because my default humanoids are either “cat boy dog boy lizard boy” or heavily based off of Minecraft mobs and that one weird video my ex sent me that took me 3 years to realize it was hentai.

#shitpost #sci-fi writing #idk what im doing #help lol #plant people? #OOO PLANT PEOPLE #I JIST HAD AN IDEA #sci fi shitpost #writing

[reachartwork]

Samantha "Sam" Small is a 14 year old high school freshman and superhero-in-training, recruited by the Delaware Valley Defenders to protect Philadelphia. Her powers let her bite through metal and smell when people bleed. Her interests include soccer, women, putting herself in danger, and Shabbat dinner with her Pop-Pop Moe.

Chum is a slice-of-life/action web serial, currently around 400,000 words. It has been described as "good enough to spend hours organizing info on it", a "beautiful coming of age story", and "a superhero story to rival worm". It's got dinosaurs in it. *jingling keys*

Go read it on Royal Road or Wordpress and consider joining the Chumcord!

#web serial #superhero #writing #sci fi #alt history #chum web serial #chum

[jpitha]

Vocal Mimicry and Ear Worms

Every time the drink machine finished, it played a little song.

It was pretty simple, less than 10 notes, but it was the same song, every time.

It wasn't even that it played the same song every time. It wasn't even that everyone on the ship - except the humans - got a drink from the machine.

The song was catchy.

Peg started it. She just found her self whistling the "drink finished" song one day. "beep beepita beep beep beep beepita beeeeeeep." She couldn't help it.

Then, Kelly picked it up. The song worked its way into her head too. She'd be working at her station and suddenly she'd be struck by an intense need to sing the song.

After about three cycles, every single human on the ship was singing it. Normally, this would be chalked up by the rest of the crew as "just another strange Human thing" but the problem was that it was the 'drink finished' song. Everyone onboard was conditioned to want to go get their drink when the song was done.

The humans could mimic is perfectly.

"beep beepita beep beep beep beepita beeeeeeep."

Captain Flowing River Rapid's feathers fluffed in irritation. Two people on the Command Deck got three quarters of the way out of their seats before they realized what they were doing and sat back down, sheepish. "Desmond! What have I said about mimicing the drink finished melody?"

Desmond ducked his head at the reproach. "Sorry Captain River, I couldn't help it. It's just so catchy."

Captain River clacked his beak. "It wouldn't be so bad if not for the fact that you can all mimic the sound so well."

Desmond turned and looked at the Captain. "What? We are? We're singing it, but it doesn't sound exactly like the drink machine."

The Captain pointed at Desmond accusingly. "Don't deny it! You're all singing the song at all times of the cycle! You know that everyone thinks a drink is ready when you do it. You sound exactly like the machine!"

One of the Sefigans who got partially up from their station nods quickly, their antenna bobbing. "Captain River is correct, Des. You all really sound a lot like the drink machine. How are you doing it?"

Desmond shrugged. "I mean, we heard the song, and it gets like, stuck in our heads. Singing it feels like one way to get it out. Plus, it's fun to sing Kel. Fun to make sounds."

Kel's wing covers clack. "Can you mimic other things?"

"I don't know Kel, I don't really think of myself as a mimic. There are others who can do it much better than me. Some humans made a whole career out of it."

"That sounds like a thing I human would do, yes. But what about your Des? Let's see...." Kel looks down at their station. "What about this?"

Kes runs a test for the collision alarm. It's a warbling rising and falling tone."

Des thinks for a second and sings - for him - a pretty close approximation.

Captain River gasps and leans back in his chair. "How do you do that?"

Desmond wails. "It wasn't even that good! I just heard the tones and repeated them."

Kelly entered the Command Deck just then. She was carrying a pad and her overalls looked stained. "Captain River, I've just come to report tha-"

"Kelly! Mimic the collision alarm"

"What? Um.." Kelly makes the same noise."

Now, everyone on the Command Desk gasps. Kelly is taken aback and looks at Desmond. "What's going on Des?"

Desmond sighs. "They say we're all mimics. It started with the drink machine."

"Oh that. I still can't get it out of my head! 'beep beepita beep beep beep beepita beeeeeeep.'"

Kes starts to rise from his seat again and catches himself, and sits back down swearing.

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