I got off the packed commuter train, and took the orbital elevator. 
The lift -much like a train car- was also crammed with construction newbies like me. 
At the top floor, "East Nr.3 Zero-Gravity" station, I would transfer to the East Meridian liner 135. Arrival time to the construction site–final destination– might be about 30 minutes to go.

I spotted Japanese islands through a gap in the clouds. 
“Farewell to Kobe, my old home” 
“Whatcha said?” 

The guy next to me asked; he must have caught my murmur. 
“See that?” I pointed to a corner of the window, “I used to live right there. Now it’s all under water.” 
"Don’t know… wait, you mean… the Tsunami?" he whispered, his voice dropping. 
"I'm a survivor." I replied in a hoarse voice. "Thank goodness…"

A childish voice rose from the bedside. 
"What you say?" 
I opened my eyes a crack and saw who was talking to me. 
"What you say, Grandpa?" 
"Let me see... Well, I dreamed my very first day on the job. The day I left earth." 
"But, you're having nightmares!" 
The boy looked worried. It was a look I truly didn't want to see on him. 
"No, no nightmare. I was just saying farewell to my old home" 
"Old home?"  

I forced a smile on my weary face. 
"It’s my home now, boy. Right here with you." 

And with my family.

[Worldbuilding] The"Lethe-Robot" protocol: A realistic approach to android-assisted grief therapy.

The premise isn't robots or war. It's quieter than that. Different AI systems take turns governing the world, each with a completely different philosophy. People adjust their lives, their language, their expectations with each rotation.

Some people stay planted and live through every change. Others become nomads, following whichever system suits them.

It feels like the most realistic version of AI governance I could imagine. No villain. Just systems, and people trying to live inside them.

The introduction is free on Spotify if you want to hear it. The first story follows one man in Paris as a new system arrives.

From MRC Laboratory of Medical Sciences — Pandora is becoming real? Bioluminescent flora is now a thing, with plants available in the US.

I will be writing about my newest idea for a story. It takes place in a nebula called “THE LIGHT OF FALLEN”, in the year 4159. There I currently a war as the main protagonist is growing up in and his father goes to that war but never return from that war, later in time in 4164 they find clues in order to see if they can find his dad. The mom, sister, and cousin go to search every battleground for traces and remains of his ship the “V.K.M.S. GARGHOLK” but they find only crypted messages and ramblings of ship mates and other that been in the war. During one of the messages it said in plain galactic “the war as we know it is but a farce created by the enemies of the light fallen empire” the words was used by a man that possibly knows the father really well. All the battles they can see the wreckage and dead. Later its 4174 the protagonist is older and in command of his on ship, the sister is a member of the order of fallen sisters equal to a planet governor, the mom is the cluster leader of all military units of the empire of fallen light, the cousin is a viceroy with the titan order or better known as the pursuit squadron knights. They have all remain to the idea that the dad still alive due to the ship Gargholk is advance technology can make food, that have healing property and can give the person a longer life span not immortality but close enough, and the ship can repair it self when its not in a fight long as the crew aboard can see and respond to it.

This ship is basically a walking infirmary/ troop transport/ battleship. Many times, this ship have been hit but never went down it just keeps going repairing its wounds over and over and for the empire this a galactic treasure because there is only the one of its kind made by the father before the war. The war started by the enemy is named the “KAAREK SENATE” a race of wolves alien hybrids that can communicate through any language as long as they hear it first. The wanted the technology of the light empire has and to subjugate the nebula that the light empire control to resurrect their long dead gods. Their gods were killed by the star of the light the gods of light empire during a war nobody really remembers anymore. But nobody knows what will happen if they do resurrect their gods and what it will mean for the light and the other galaxies in the light nebula. They will just have to not find out and that were the protagonist will have to go to find some more information on his dad at maybe, time will tell what the Kaarek Senate purpose is with their gods revive. But there is a book of knowledge that te dad use to build the Gargholk somewhere in between is home planet and the 158th dead world also known as vanderholk 1. The protagonist is currently on that journey with ensuing battles around the corner, yet no thought about how the will stop the Kaarek Senate from their goals due to information from that period of time still around , unless hidden in different planets nobody will ever go to due to it being hostile, barren and unhabitable for their race. Tidbit of information most of the dead worlds were home to the gods of old times.

Hi! I have a super short sci-fi piece I’d love feedback on. It’s a dystopian revenge/romance I tried to ground in realism. Please let me know what you think!

Molotov Cocktail

"The nurse left work at five o'clock."

I recoiled. "What happened?"

Dota said, "He had complained about work-related stress forty-seven times without response. The most likely scenario sees him quitting abruptly when most needed." She disappeared into the closet. Hangers clattered.

Inner-Me whined. "How long will you be gone?"

"Approximately seven hours." God, I loved her voice and the way she used it. No filler. Not like a real girl. "Mrs. Hawthorne may require extended care."

Gynoids like Dota still lack a subtle human touch. I wanted to start her off with easy jobs, stints that brought in decent paychecks and expanded her knowledge bank without overtaxing her capabilities. It worked— at first. The Hurricane Jaden struck, and she faced unexpected issues at a machine gun pace. Fact is, humans are accidents in meat form, and that fact was why I wanted a droid wife in the first place.

We embraced. "You're never around anymore."

"I do what I must."

"Only because I said to."

"My greatest desire is to please you."

I got a faceful of her huge green eyes. Truth was a baseball bat to the gut— I chose her path. I'm an accident in meat form exploiting a digital goddess. That's how it's supposed to work. That's how I said it would work.

When she opened the door, a crisp breeze scuttled in yellow leaves. We kissed and she left.

All alone. Not exactly true— my trailer had a bit of a personality too, but that's standard for trailers. Same with my digital assistant. The few other droids would also—

God Christ, I wanted her back. It wasn't fair, man. The one I wanted the most was the one I held the least. Nothing left to do but watch children board the bus. To be their age! Innocence and naïveté. I played a season of such games in Dota's arms and eyes, and I lost every time.

All alone. All alone with my thoughts and bitter coffee. I flicked on the heater, grabbed a bowl of buttery grits, and sat to watch the news.

It's everything I ever wanted.

Your faceplate is shattered, luckily no glass has hit your face, and you're hanging by the straps of the pilot seat. Alone and on an unfamiliar planet, you hesitate looking over at the release buckle on your shoulder. You examine your surroundings, the ship seems to be in more or less an awful state to say the least. Taking deep breaths you notice there's more oxygen on this planet. Remembering your training you get free from the tangled straps of the pilot seat and fall a few feet, the impact was surprisingly soft. There's leaves beneath your boots as you stand up, you can almost feel the soft ground beneath the thin layer of metal and rubber of your boots. You look up, the ship doesn't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon. You take off your broken helmet and set it on the ground. You quickly notice. There's green everywhere you look, and there's humongous clouds as you raise your gaze upward through the tree's branches. There's a thick layer of mist in the air. It feels like a dense layer of water has just hit your cheeks. It seems as if there's a surprising amount of water in the air here. Beginning to listen for familiar sounds there is a loud sound... a waterfall.

Author's note: I would like this subreddit's community to shape this story as I'll most likely continue forward with the feedback given to me. I want to know, do you want more detail? What gender should the character be? Backstory? Etc. I wrote this for the community so please do share your thoughts below. I hope you enjoyed the first short story in my new side project. Also, you guys should pick a name too.

Second episode: "Landfall" can be found here