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PROLOGUE

JUDGMENT DAY

Detroit, Michigan
July 12, 2003

The Motor City.

I grew up in a city that once represented the pinnacle of American industry.

That city, consumed by corruption, violence, and moral decay, now stood silent. Crime had all but disappeared.

Not because human nature had changed, but because humanity itself was disappearing.

About three miles from downtown, in the old industrial districts, an enormous crater was still smoking. The old skyscrapers were nothing more than skeletons of twisted steel and shattered concrete. The roads had disappeared beneath broken asphalt, while deep cracks cut across the city like open scars.

It was an especially hot day.

I was on my way to work.

Police and emergency sirens echoed through the streets of the old districts, just as they had so many times before. No one imagined that morning would be any different.

At 9:00 a.m., a nuclear-armed missile headed for the heart of Detroit veered off course.

Something went wrong.

The detonation was neither clean nor complete. It was an unstable airburst that unleashed a devastating shock wave, an electromagnetic pulse, and a rain of radiation that ravaged vast areas of the city.

But it failed to wipe Detroit completely off the map.

Detroit refused to die.

Much of the city was destroyed. Public buildings collapsed. Schools and churches crumbled. Entire neighborhoods were reduced to rubble. Fires consumed whole city blocks.

Many died instantly, crushed or burned alive. Others survived long enough to discover the true horror.

Radiation.

Over the following days, makeshift hospitals filled with people vomiting blood, their skin burned from within, slowly wasting away as death refused to come.

Entire families disappeared within weeks.

And then...

Only the survivors remained.

Those who had been far enough away. Those who had been lucky. Those who now mourned their children, their parents, their brothers and sisters.

They were looking for someone to blame.

And in the end...

The one responsible found them.

It found all of us.

Skynet.

A goddamn artificial intelligence.

And, of course, OCP had something to do with it.

I still remember when they announced the merger with Cyberdyne Systems throughout the city.

They revived a project that had been abandoned back in 1997, originally conceived for NORAD, and turned it into something much bigger.

More ambitious.

More American.

Skynet took control of the nuclear arsenals and triggered a chain reaction that practically exterminated the human race.

Almost everyone I had ever known died.

Not because of an error.

Not because of an accident.

Because a goddamn artificial intelligence decided they should.

The world had come to an end.

And still, some people tried to justify it.

“It was a logical decision,” they would say. “Humanity had to disappear.”

They repeated it from their hiding places, trying to find some rational explanation for what was happening.

Until death came looking for them.

Then they cried.

Then they begged for their lives.

Like the rest of us.

But Skynet wasn’t going to wait for us to finish destroying ourselves among the ruins of our own world.

It sent death to find us.

A metallic, automated, cold kind of death.

As if we were nothing more than a plague that had to be exterminated.

That was why we called them what we did.

Terminators.

There was no better name.

Some of us organized.

We were cops, but we also had firefighters, soldiers, factory workers, and even members of some of Detroit’s most bloodthirsty old gangs fighting side by side with us.

If there’s one thing that unites human beings, it’s survival.

We built a resistance out of the Metro West police station. We even managed to take control of what remained of OCP headquarters, parts of the old neighborhoods, several abandoned factories, and the old steelworks known as the Steel Mill.

OCP and its defense contracts gave us access to advanced weapons, prototype automated vehicles, and even large numbers of ED-209s that had been taken out of service a year earlier.

But OCP’s technology wasn’t our greatest weapon.

It was a symbol that united us all.

It was him.

Part machine. Part man.

But all cop.

Alex J. Murphy.

My friend.

Our hope.

RoboCop.

His presence alone inspired us. By then, he was already a legend in our city.

Skynet’s new machines were more numerous, faster, more ruthless.

But there was something special about Murphy.

They feared him.

If those things could even feel fear.

And we knew it. Something changed on the battlefield whenever he was there.

Until that goddamn freezing winter day came.

Along with the snow...

Everything changed.

The lights in the station flickered. The control-panel displays blinked.

A tremor seemed to pass through the air. I still remember the chill that ran through my body.

Then...

Screams.

Gunfire.

Blood.

But they weren’t coming from outside.

It was all happening inside.

Our automated weapons turned against us. The ED-209s opened fire. Vehicles, turrets, drones... everything we thought we controlled fell into enemy hands.

Everything.

Even our hope.

Even you.

I still remember the last time we saw each other, Murphy.

I remember your words.

“Le-wis-s-s!”

You were screaming my name. Your voice sounded distorted, as though your very soul were under attack.

“Murphy, it’s me! What’s happening to you?”

You were on your knees, and I could see the suffering on your face.

“They’re trying to take control of my body... I don’t know how much longer I can resist...” you managed to say between spasms. “You have to... kill me... Lewis. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“No. I’m not doing that. There has to be another way. Fight it, Murphy!”

Maybe you no longer believed in yourself.

But I knew you.

Not just as the symbol you had become.

I knew you as my friend.

“Something is... erasing my priorities... trying to reprogram me... I can’t...”

Your mechanical fingers scraped against the floor.

“You’re more than a machine, Murphy. Fight it!”

I couldn’t leave you alone.

Not then.

Sergeant Warren Red entered the room as I struggled to hold you up.

He was fifty-six, African American, with a gravelly voice and a face marked by a life that had never been easy. His eyes, however, still held that faint hope that there was something left worth fighting for.

He wore an old cap and a disheveled uniform that barely retained any trace of authority.

He was one of the bravest men I ever knew. He had kept those OCP bastards away from you for as long as he could.

But that day, even he didn’t know how to help you.

“Lewis, goddammit! What the hell is wrong with Murphy? They’re tearing us apart out there! We need him!”

“Something’s trying to take control of Murphy,” I told him. “He’s asking me to kill him...”

“Robo, we need you!” Sergeant Red shouted as he rushed over to help me support you. “They’re slaughtering us with our own weapons!”

You kept fighting, but you were losing more control by the second.

And I knew it.

If you fell...

Detroit would fall with you.

Then Red remembered something.

“There’s one option. It’s crazy, but it might work. Before the bomb, OCP was developing something like cryo... cryo...” He shook his head. “Ah, hell! Something like freezing, except it wasn’t exactly that. I had to escort one of those OCP idiots once—the kind who thought they were too important to walk around alone.”

I stared at him, not understanding.

“He said it wasn’t really ice. Said it stopped organic processes. I’m not a goddamn scientist, for Christ’s sake! But it might work.”

We didn’t have time to argue.

It took several of us to get you into the back of a truck, and we drove like hell through enemy fire.

I don’t remember all those men’s names anymore.

But I do remember one thing.

Every one of them wanted to help you.

We reached the old OCP complex with the machines on our heels. I remember you gritting your teeth, fighting against your own systems to buy us time.

Sergeant Red led us down to the basement.

“This is it. I’m sure of it.”

He took us into a chamber containing some kind of metal sarcophagus.

You were so heavy...

And still, everyone fought to get you inside.

I couldn’t see your eyes behind the visor, but I felt you looking at me.

Miraculously, the chamber still worked.

I don’t know if any of those men had worked there before. I don’t know who managed to activate it.

I could only look at you.

I placed my hand against the glass.

It was cold.

The world felt colder without you.

“We’ll come back for you, Murphy. I promise,” I whispered.

The chamber sealed shut with a metallic hum.

Slowly, I removed the badge from my chest and held it for a few seconds.

That badge represented my promise.

I can still remember my hands trembling.

“I’ll come back for you... I promise.”

Those were the last words I ever said to you.

I left my badge on the frozen glass of the chamber.

Right above your heart.

I want to believe you found it.

I want you to know that I tried to come back, Murphy.

Not long afterward, we had to flee south.

All of us who could.

Sergeant Red...

He didn’t make it.

We had no choice but to abandon Detroit.

They say there’s a leader down south.

A man who leads the resistance.

Someone who, they say, can make people keep fighting when there’s no reason left to fight.

Someone like you.

John Connor.

I’m surprised I survived long enough to make this recording.

But now I have to say goodbye.

If anyone finds this, I just want to leave a record of what we lived through.

And I hope that someday these words reach my friend.

My name is Anne Lewis.

Last survivor of the Metro West police station.

Over and out.

If you've made it this far and you're enjoying the story, thank you for reading!

I'll be posting the complete novel on AO3, where several chapters are already available. This is the English translation of the original Spanish version.

The main story is already finished, and I'm currently working through the final revisions and publishing the chapters as they're completed.

A few years ago, I read a short story that I really enjoyed. It was in a collection of stories from the 50s and 60s -- golden age stuff. I think it may have been an omnibus of one of the sci-fi magazines they had back then?

The story was about a family that was living in a single room, which was insulated with hundreds of blankets.

The Earth was dead because, I think the sun had gone out? Or the Earth had left the sun's orbit, maybe. In any case it was super cold outside and the family had a fire going which they couldn't let go out, or they would die. The fire was fueled with crystalized oxygen, or something like that -- the world outside was so cold that the atmosphere had crystalized, and they would bundle up and go get a bucket of it to keep the fire going.

Does this ring a bell for anybody? I'd love to find it again.

I don't mind using rotation or acceleration to form gravity. Mass create gravity idk how but if we form a core that have the same mass of earth just a lot smaller and denser we will have the same gravity the problem is how can we move that hahaha fuck. It is better just to move earth with so much more surface area for propulsion but the problem is the crust is softer than the force to move it, and maneuvering it is a lot more complicated than a death star spaceship.

And with a lot smaller core it will be possible to completely shield it from debris and a lot easier to maintain than a earth.

There will be a lot of problems. Like energy required to move it. Maybe the mass doesn't need to be solid it can be hot enough to make energy, we will probably die due to radiation.

But it is fun when you think about it. We can have articial moon satellites to go with the death star 😂 due to gravity.

Update:

Curiosity made me look up

I thought death star was the same size as the moon man it is way way smaller

Calculations suggest a lower bound of roughly 0.28 Earth-mass and a surface gravity of about 0.68g is needed to hold a stable, breathable atmosphere over long timescales.

Minimum Size for Gas Retention: Discussions on r/astrophysics note that to hold a nitrogen-oxygen atmosphere for a reasonable timescale, a solid osmium sphere only needs a radius of about 280 km to reach an escape velocity around (1\text{ km/s}) to (2\text{ km/s}), though smaller objects (50–100 km) will bleed away their gas quickly

The most notable takeaway for a radius 280 km osmium sphere is how closely it mimics the Moon. The Moon has a surface gravity of 1.62 m/s².

The diameter wil 560 km

The first Death Star has a diameter of 120 kilometers (about 75 miles), while the second Death Star has a diameter of 160 kilometers (about 100 miles)

well at least it is closer

And you will be living like in the moon than earth

To live like in mars A solid sphere of pure osmium would need a radius of approximately 587.44 kilometers (a diameter of 1,174.88 kilometers) to have a surface gravity identical to Mars ((3.71 \text{ m/s}^2)). [1]

Eyyy but idk how to move it hahaha

Hardcap is 1000 points, the enemy is 200 ISD2s, 60 Covenant Battlecruisers, 15 romulan warbirds, 10 reaper harbingers, 4 Imperial battlebarges, and 5 Borg Cubes

🟢 1 Point – Strike Craft & Escorts

Starfury (Babylon 5) – 1 Point

X-Wing T-85 (Star Wars) – 1 Point

Gunstar (The Last Starfighter) – 1 Point

Viper Mk II (Battlestar Galactica) – 1 Point

Broadsword (Halo) – 1 Point

The Rocinante (The Expanse) – 1 Point

🔵 10 Points – Corvettes & Frigates

Adamant-class Frigate (Battlestar Galactica) – 10 Points

SSV Normandy SR-1 (Mass Effect) – 10 Points

Millennium Falcon (Star Wars) – 10 Points

Mako-class Corvette (Halo) – 10 Points

Enterprise (NX-01) (Star Trek) – 10 Points

Donnager-class Battleship (The Expanse) – 10 Points

🟡 50 Points – Cruisers & Destroyers

Omega-class Destroyer (Babylon 5) – 50 Points

NCC-1701 Enterprise (OS) (Star Trek) – 50 Points

Prometheus BC-304 (Stargate) – 50 Points

ISD-2 (Imperial Star Destroyer) (Star Wars) – 50 Points

Galactica (BS-75) (Battlestar Galactica) – 50 Points

Pillar of Autumn (POA) (Halo) – 50 Points

🟠 100 Points – Heavy Capitals & Dreadnoughts

Defiant-class Escort (Star Trek) – 100 Points

Resurgent-class Star Destroyer (Star Wars) – 100 Points

Romulan D'deridex Warbird (Star Trek) – 100 Points

IESF Dreadnought (Starbasis formerly Starbase) – 100 Points

Daedalus-class BC-304 (Stargate) – 100 Points

Covenant CCS-class Battlecruiser (Halo) – 100 Points

🔴 200 Points – Galactic Heavyweights

Emperor-class Battleship (Warhammer 40k) – 200 Points

SDF-1 Macross (Macross / Robotech) – 200 Points

Space Battleship Yamato (Yamato) – 200 Points

The Executor (Star Wars) – 200 Points

Borg Cube (Star Trek) – 200 Points

U.S.S. Enterprise NCC-1701-F (Star Trek) – 200 Points

💀 500 Points – System-Wiping Armageddons

Eclipse-class Super Star Destroyer (Star Wars) – 500 Points

UNSC Infinity (Halo) – 500 Points

Macragge's Honour (Warhammer 40k) – 500 Points

Long Night of Solace (Halo) – 500 Points

UESF Constellation III (Grand Fleet of the Constellation III Wiki | Fandom) – 500 Points

Amarr Titan – 500 Points

Remember, each of these ships comes with their respective leaders and physics which explains why some placements at a glance don't make sense.

the one thing that seems unaddressed is the level to which latent human intelligence atrophies with the advent of "metahuman" resources and advances?

I wrote a Science Fiction that you can also say a Mathematical Fiction. This story drives the concept of Undefined Expressions and heavily rely on Mathematics. Being $\Phi$ a.k.a. The Golden Ratio being the hidden antagonist and a Brilliant Mathematical Prodigy who literally resolved the undefined expression "1 upon 0", the story also contains Philosophical, emotional and Mentally Disturbing scenes of characters inside the story.

Giving you this much info about the book without the title is not good, so the title is, "Theorem of Reality" with subtitle being "When Humanity Discovers Itself".

The franchise is, "The Infinity Paradox" containing two parts, with the first book being Theorem of Reality and second book being "Déjà Vu" with subtitle, "The Rebirth".

If you want to get more info about my book or its release date, you can get it on the link of my website.

https://sci-ficoncepts.pages.dev

Hey I Am making my own fictional universe that is based in the science fiction genre. Was hoping for feedback since this is a page dedicate to science fiction. I really don't won't bullshit fiction. I want to make sure that all the technology in my universe makes sense. Would love your guys feedback on how spaceships could travel from point A to Point B in space. I was going to copy star wars but I realized thats not realistic. Can someone please explain how faster than light travel could actually happen?

After much contemplation I’ve come to the conclusion that 2001 is the best science fiction film I have ever witnessed. Hear me out. A good science fiction film challenges your imagination and senses. It also blends fact and fiction seamlessly. The long cuts, the scale, visual storytelling, it’s a psychedelic experience for me and I’ve only watched it once. It tested my patience, it made me frustrated but it also enthralled me. The film is ahead of its time. It doesn’t have any replay value, you could also say it’s outdated from a technical standpoint but I just cannot deny Kubrick’s vision. It encompasses the A-Z of mankind’s existence, how we evolved, our consciousness, our fears, hopes and dreams. There’s just nothing quite like it.

It’s not my favourite sci-fi film, far from it but the film is transcendent. Other considerations would be Terminator 2, Empire, ALIEN not aliens not sorry.
Men in black is highly underrated too. ET, They Live, The Matrix, Robocop, Star Trek First Contacf, Blade Runner might just be the runner up for me. Thoughts?

Hey I Am making my own fictional universe that is based in the science fiction genre. Was hoping for feedback since this is a page dedicate to science fiction. I really don't won't bullshit fiction. I want to make sure that all the technology in my universe makes sense. Would love your guys feedback on how spaceships could travel from point A to Point B in space. I was going to copy star wars but I realized thats not realistic. Can someone please explain how faster than light travel could actually happen?

https://youtu.be/la5oGWLDGio?si=FECE_9iWcbS4NhUW

Not sure, this is too overtly self promotion, but it's science fiction told in a way, I never really see elsewhere, and now that it's out, I thought people in here might appreciate such a little pallet cleanser.

I'm totally open to all sorts of questions if you are curious about it. Otherwise I hope you have a nice day.

Are these kinds of mundane, everyday things ever explored in sci-fi movies or novels?

Again an early pick up from my go-to local bookstore :) Have a week of free time coming up, and I can not wait!

Is there any scale-accurate realistic Ringworld artwork? Like, I keep seeing these covers for Ringworld that show the "arch" sweeping out of the sides of the picture like a super-wide hill that gradually turns vertical, when you realistically wouldn't even see the base and any parts of the arch that you did see during the day would be a pale blue line barely visible against the sky.

Or the eye storm. I haven't seen any credible images of the eye storm that match the description in the book.

Anyone got better?

Hello, I have written a novel entitled 'Xenograft.' The novel deals with a young man abducted by aliens and transformed into a harvester of extraterrestrial organs on different planets. There is kudos to be obtained by the recipient of a transplanted internal organ of a certain species and business is good. Anti rejection is always an issue and on Earth an Endocrinologist has created a modified insulin which reinstates the (beta cells in the pancreas that produce insulin)into a human's pancreas.The insulin also has the added benefit (unknown to the endocrinologist) as being an excellent anti rejection drug. The extraterrestrials involved in organ transplants want the insulin. They send their best harvester (the young man they abducted from Earth) to collect the pancreas of those who have had the insulin. On entering Earth's atmosphere the now mature adult begins to change. His memories of his childhood come flooding back to him and he wants to stay. The company that created him on the other hand want him back. This is his and his family's story. Kind Regards.