Take me to a...
Enter any portion of the author name or story title:
For more options, try our:
Sign up for free daily sci-fi!
your email will be kept private
Get a copy of Not Just Rockets and Robots: Daily Science Fiction Year One. 260 adventures into new worlds, fantastical and science fictional. Rocket Dragons Ignite: the anthology for year two, is also available!
Publish your stories or art on Daily Science Fiction:
If you've already submitted a story, you may check its:
Not just rockets & robots...
"Science Fiction" means—to us—everything found in the science fiction section of a bookstore, or at a science fiction convention, or amongst the winners of the Hugo awards given by the World Science Fiction Society. This includes the genres of science fiction (or sci-fi), fantasy, slipstream, alternative history, and even stories with lighter speculative elements. We hope you enjoy the broad range that SF has to offer.

The Awards

A literal Rocket scientist, Charles has been trying to make ends meet with writing since the 2010 cancellation of the Ares program. He currently lives in Houston with his wife.

My silent alarm alerts me to the time and I get up to leave. Mabel sees me and says, "Work's not finished."
I know her game all too well. She works slow and then wants me to work over to help her finish, bur company policy gives me an out. "Records show I finished my last assignment for today with less than sixty seconds to spare. You have to finish your own work. I have to go."
I secure my oxygen tank and clip the feed over my mouth and nose before I go out the door. The first has barely sealed on the small oxygen preservation room before I am out the second. I do not want to be late for the big event. It will never come again.
Only because Seattle no longer has crowded streets do I make it to the bar with a little time to spare. The place is packed, for the new paradigm, with more than half the seats filled and the bar by the big screen, one of the twelve screens authorized in the city, packed to capacity. I tell the barkeep, "Single malt scotch, neat. Make it a double. Tonight is a special occasion."
Everyone concurs. The screen shows the countdown clock, spinning too fast to see the last few digits as they blur. One moment it is two followed by zeros and a blur, the next a one with nines and blur. The earth now has under two billion remaining people. Our population is lower than any time since 1927. With the catastrophic ecological collapse brought by overpopulation, our species fall has been even more meteoric than its rise.
I raise my glass and call the traditional toast, which is repeated by the crowd, "To Darwin."
The End
This story was first published on Monday, July 27th, 2020

Author Comments

I often write shorts to round out the lore of novels. This one is related to the manuscript titled, "Failing to Save the World," which is about a small group trying to save the world with little success. I wrote it with Isaac Asimov's style in mind.

- Charles Michael Stucker
Become a Member!

We hope you're enjoying The Awards by Charles Michael Stucker.

Please support Daily Science Fiction by becoming a member.

Daily Science Fiction is not accepting memberships or donations at this time.

Rate This Story
Please click to rate this story from 1 (ho-hum) to 7 (excellent!):

Please don't read too much into these ratings. For many reasons, a superior story may not get a superior score.

4.2 Rocket Dragons Average
Share This Story
Join Mailing list
Please join our mailing list and receive free daily sci-fi (your email address will be kept 100% private):