Our Times

 The top sci-fi news story from the past week is the release of Netflix’s romantic sci-fi movie Our Times, which premiered on June 11, 2025, and has already climbed into Netflix’s top 10 U.S. charts. The film follows a 1960s scientist couple who accidentally time travel to 2025, offering a fresh take on time travel by focusing on their adaptation to a future world rather than altering the past. Critics and viewers have praised its charming and relatable storytelling, despite its slightly cheesy premise, making it a standout in Netflix’s sci-fi lineup.

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"The Colossus Crop"

By an Imitator of H.G. Wells

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In the summer of 1897, in a village unremarkable but for its neat hedgerows and the soporific buzzing of bees, something extraordinary occurred—so extraordinary, in fact, that it quite upended the understanding of agriculture, botany, and the proper size of a tomato.

It began, as so many catastrophes do, with an earnest man and an ill-considered idea. Professor Edwin Marlowe, a thin gentleman with spectacles permanently fogged by his own intensity, had been recently dismissed from the Royal Botanical Society for proposing that plants, if coerced with the proper tonics and frequencies of vibration, might achieve growth on a scale “hitherto unimagined by the feeble intellect of man.” This phrasing had not helped his cause.

Unbowed, Marlowe retreated to a rented farmstead outside the village of Witheringham, accompanied by a crate of equipment, a dog-eared copy of The Secret Life of Sap, and an alarming number of unlabeled flasks. He set to work upon a modest vegetable patch with all the fervor of a conjuror preparing a great illusion.

The first signs of irregularity were charming. A cucumber the size of a loaf of bread. A radish as large as a man's fist. Villagers took to strolling past the gate, exchanging amused remarks. But by late July, charm had curdled into concern.

A tomato, roughly the size of a footstool, broke loose from its vine and crushed a wheelbarrow. A marrow had to be dragged away with the help of two shire horses and a block-and-tackle. Then came the pumpkin.

It rose one morning like a new sun behind the farmhouse, vast and orange and faintly steaming. Birds circled it in confusion. The rector declared it "an affront to nature and the Book of Genesis." Children were forbidden from going near it, though one was later found asleep against its skin, lulled by the odd, slow thrum it emitted.

Marlowe, undeterred, scribbled in his journal and adjusted his resonators. He had invented what he called a growth harmonizer, a device that pulsed with low-frequency waves designed to stimulate what he described as “botanic ambition.” His theory was simple: plants wanted to grow, but lacked the proper encouragement.

That night, a sound like the groaning of ancient trees woke the village.

By morning, the farmhouse was gone—its roof split by an enormous asparagus spear that had erupted through the chimney like a vegetal lance. The pumpkin had collapsed under its own weight, splattering seeds and pulp across half an acre. In the center of the devastation stood Marlowe, triumphant and sticky, proclaiming the dawn of a new agricultural epoch.

It was only then that the corn began to walk.

Towering stalks—fifteen, twenty feet high—pivoted subtly on their root systems, guided not by wind but by a strange inner purpose. Marlowe, delighted, followed them into the field with a notebook in one hand and a tuning fork in the other.

The villagers did not follow.

It was only a week later that the army arrived, summoned by panicked telegrams and one memorable illustrated postcard. By then the fields were a jungle, each plant monstrous, intertwined, and ominously mobile. Marlowe was never found.

A government cordon was established. The fields were burned—twice—and then sealed with concrete and official silence.

Today, the site is marked by a sign that reads Experimental Agricultural Grounds – No Trespassing. Beneath it, concrete occasionally bulges, and the wild blackberries nearby grow sweet, enormous, and faintly musical.

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Starship can reach Mars in 6 months

Starship can reach Mars in 6 months every 26 months when the planets align - Elon Musk. 1:45 PM · May 26, 2025

lon Musk's post highlights SpaceX's Starship capability to reach Mars in approximately 6 months during optimal alignment periods, every 26 months, contrasting sharply with the impracticality of using commercial airplanes for interplanetary travel as depicted in a related post by

@Rainmaker1973

, which calculated travel times ranging from 5.3 years to Venus to 744 years to Pluto at a speed of 900 km/h.

This statement aligns with SpaceX's broader mission to make humanity multiplanetary, as evidenced by their planned uncrewed missions to Mars in 2026 and potential crewed missions by 2029 or 2031, supported by Musk's vision articulated in various public forums, including the 2016 International Astronautical Congress.

The context of this post is timely, given the anticipation surrounding Starship Flight 9, scheduled for May 27, 2025, which aims to test critical technologies for future Mars missions, including the reuse of a Super Heavy booster, amidst ongoing developments and public interest in SpaceX's Mars colonization program.

China signs deal with Russia to build a power plant on the moon — potentially leaving the US in the dust

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Russia has signed a deal with China to build a nuclear power plant on the moon.

The Russian reactor will be used to power the International Lunar Research Station (ILRS), jointly led by China and Russia, and should be completed by 2036, according to a memorandum of cooperation signed by the two nations.

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The Future of Winter Sport: Enter the Infinite Luge

In the year 2048, the Winter Olympics unveil an event that defies tradition, sanity, and gravity: The EnduroLuge—a one-hour, non-stop descent through the world's longest artificial luge track.

Spanning 72 kilometers of looping ice tunnel, the course weaves through climate-controlled canyons, vertical corkscrews, and sections of complete darkness where athletes rely only on instinct and memory. The rules are simple: stay on the sled, stay conscious, and survive the hour.

What began as an engineering dare in the Swiss Alps is now a global sensation. Competitors wear bio-feedback suits to monitor vital signs. Viewers tune in to real-time sled telemetry and heart rate spikes. A.I. commentators narrate every micro-adjustment of a pilot’s shifting weight as they fight g-forces and mounting fatigue.

Athletes train in centrifuges, deprivation tanks, and virtual simulations. Some say the mental demands are greater than the physical. Some say it's no longer sport—it's performance art on ice.

And some whisper that no one finishes the inaugural race unchanged.