Science Fiction Library Riddles for Story Travelers

I’m the shelf sorted by timeline, not name. Borrow from me to remix the game. What am I?

I’m the AI librarian with hologram smile. Ask me for books from any star mile. What am I?

I’m the reading pod orbiting in zero-g. Float with me while turning page three. What am I?

I’m the checkout chip embedded in palm. Wave me at scanners to keep things calm. What am I?

I’m the wormhole nook swirling with light. Step through my arch for interstellar night. What am I?

I’m the translator bookmark decoding alien script. Clip me to novels when meaning will slip. What am I?

I’m the hyperlinked atlas mapping the void. Tap my constellations to avoid humanoid. What am I?

I’m the quantum overdue notice blinking in red. Return your tome or face the dread. What am I?

I’m the robot page-turner humming a tune. Borrow me for bedtime soon. What am I?

I’m the author panel streaming through nebula feed. Ask me your questions; I’ll answer at speed. What am I?

I’m the drone delivering books by beam. Catch me mid-air for your next dream. What am I?

I’m the sensory booth piping in story scents. Smell the starfields and planetary vents. What am I?

I’m the index of paradox tales undone. Flip to my entries when logic’s spun. What am I?

I’m the VR headset linking mind to lore. Slip me on and explore evermore. What am I?

I’m the closing chime tracing cosmic glyph. Hear me sing; return swift. What am I?