Skyler Saunders
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At her birth, her father yelled out that she would be a great leader. So, he named her Olori. She graduated egregia cum laude from Delaware Institute of Technology (DIT). Now, she sat on boards of hospitals, banks, and organizations that espoused the wonders of capitalism. She stood as the CEO of the fifth largest oil company in the world, Ready Rock, Inc. When approached to approve of a new advertisement, Olori leapt at the chance to see this thing in reality.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
Effective in June
How the American people chose for the age to drink and use narcotics to be 18, allowed teenagers all-over to rejoice, even if they had started drinking and using narcotics at 15. The idea of liquor and narcotics businesses and food establishments offering alcoholic beverages and hallucinogenic drugs to those youngsters pushed the minds of the populace. What the American people (those who didn’t vote for it, anyway) didn’t understand was the choice to have teens be elected President of the United States at the tender age of 18, too. This caused many a rift amongst the top brass, needless to say. Especially the Secretary of Defense. The 39th person to serve this position, he was a four star general in the Marines and served as its third black Commandant for five years. General Trembly “Get-go” Nunn earned his callsign because he’d volunteer for anything even at the beginning of his career in the Marines as a second lieutenant. This same spirit carried over into the White House administration.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
The Liars' Stage: The Fabricators and Plagiarists of the News World
The latest liar to strut and fret his hour upon the stage is Claas Relotius. Joining the ranks of disgraced former journalists like Janet Cooke, Stephen Glass, and Jayson Blair, Relotius has achieved the ultimate in fallacies and falsehoods. But why? Why don’t these men and women choose to instead go the fiction route rather than to risk (and fail) at the task of preserving the truth? At a time when TIME magazine has named journalists as the Persons of the Year for 2018, it is somewhat ironic that the news media now cover a non-journalist.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in The Swamp
A Banker's Work
Julio Hearth, hazelnut-skinned, ventured upward to the 62nd floor in a skyscraper in Wilmington, Delaware, where he joined with his partners at Fennel, Tyre, and Hearth. Their ages ranged from 58, 46, and 31, respectively. Fennel’s skin color was that of an almond and Tyre’s peanut.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
The Millennium Meeting
Four men and two women stood as the former presidents of the United States of America. They convened on Rehoboth Beach, Delaware during the off-season in late October. There was a chill that hung in the air but some folks still splashed in the ocean at 60 degrees Fahrenheit. Madam President Fredricka Cove arrived first. Soon followed Madam President Juanita Coogler, and Misters Jackson Harper, Damian Daimler, Tanner Cannon, and Sam Lionguard.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
Full Bird
Retired Marine Colonel Sebastian “Bastion” Hills stood on the tarmac in Dover Air Force Base in Dover, Delaware. The gleaming aircraft possessed wings that jutted out like fingers. The fuselage was an electronic cigarette and the nose looked normal. No drop nose here. It was unlike any previous supersonic jet or any conventional airplane ever. This day marked the first launch.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
Seat G17
As the ball soared through the air like some sky deity carrying it aloft, it soon descended into the hands of the receiver, Perry Boaz. On this Sunday in Wilmington, Delaware, the stands remained packed. Boaz held the ball like a baby, too precious for the defense to seize from him. He trotted into the end zone with the defenders trailing him. He began to dance. The rest of the team crowded around Boaz and started to flail their arms and stick out their legs in celebration. Then referee Travis McGent began to shuffle and spin around. This continued for at least twenty more seconds. Until McGent realized what he was doing.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
Gallant Bay
The private cruise from off of the shore of Delaware inspired Jamilla Massey. She could have flown her private jet, but she wanted to be closer to the water. So, she opted for the 15 man and woman crew to escort her to Gallant Bay in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. She had discovered this island from one of her partners who suggested that it would be a good place to take over for the previous CEO. The people of Gallant Bay numbered in the tens of thousands but had managed to make their own autonomous government and mini-city.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
Shoot Pink
Smartphones paired with firearms. They all synched like expensive watches on the wrists of captains of industry. One such CEO stood at five feet four inches. She had champagne colored skin and green eyes that matched her dress and pumps. She was 27 and had the wisdom of a woman twice her age. Halia Cooperson inspected the workers that tinkered on the guns in the laboratory of ThinkClick Firearms in Wilmington, Delaware.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
All White Capsule
Once it landed, it didn’t damage any buildings. It just made a deep indentation on the grass of Rodney Square in Wilmington, Delaware. It was a pill, an opioid to be exact. Shocked looks and astonished faces all made up the expressions on the faces of the populace. A traffic jam prohibited any movement of vehicles around the Square. Some people darted away from the massive pharmaceutical product. Others seemed intrigued and ambled closer. Their movements appeared to be reluctant yet they kept moving.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
The DJ Was a Doctor
Red lines from the scanner analyzed the digital device like a psychologist probes the mind. The smartphone displayed a picture and the master’s degree earned by Blythe Winnington. She smirked as the velvet rope lifted and allowed her into the dark space with booming music. A doctorate holder in economics flashed his tablet at the bouncer, Nimitz Fo. Just a few yards away from the entrance, a group of billionaires, two of them dropouts, took pictures with the newspeople. The group consisted of a wiry American Indian fellow—the skin color of cinnamon—named Horton Billings. Another was a fair-skinned African American woman named Calla Carras. The final was a white woman named Delilah Pill with cobalt eyes who held a bachelor’s degree in computer science.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
Valencia Vaunt's Vehicles
Glass on the board reflected in the light. Valencia Vaunt peered at the tiny glowing figures that represented where her cars went. As CEO of Vaunt Vehicles in Newark, Delaware, she commanded over a fleet of more than one million vehicles. Her face looked like an achievement of joy and determination. With skin the color of a plum, she was a hawk, honing in on the ordered chaos that remained on the board. A knock at the door almost broke her concentration.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Futurism
