I’m writing a monthly science fiction serial in 2018, and you get to decide what it’ll be about. Take the survey now.
How much is a laugh worth to you? A nickel? A dime? But buying them individually is cost-prohibitive, am I right?
Limits are a thing of the past. The only ones that matter now are those that you decide to enforce on yourself. We are entering a new era of our civilization where our imaginations reign supreme.
Some stories are scientifically true. Others tell truths of the heart. Some may actually fly in the face of all we can prove to be true, and yet give us the mindset we need to succeed.
A missile that decides where to strike. A ship that decides when to shoot. Androids that can do backflips. These autonomous weapons are your new killer robots. What happens when they fall into the hands of angry millionaires, hacky teens and rogue terrorist groups?
Everything is ludicrous. Just the fact that we exist and can think and communicate is a cosmic prank. A wonderful one to be sure, but a gag nonetheless.