Smartystan

White trailers floated through space. Like giant cigarette cartons, they zoomed over the land. Felton Sheltham controlled the boxes with a precision and grace befitting a conductor of a symphony. He felt the power of the large drones flying, zipping, dashing everywhere. By checking his monitors, he became enamored with the whole process. Huge drones carried the weight. They looked like flying spiders, eight legs hugging the boxes ranging in colors of blue and neon green to match those of the shipping company that Sheltham oversaw as supervisor in chief. He wore a starched white shirt with midnight blue trousers. Short sleeves exposed his massive biceps.