Skyler Saunders
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Smartystan
Delaseer functioned as a profit. The four main c-suite officers regarded the 501 (c) (3) not a nonprofit, but one that benefitted the soul through dollars. They regarded it as a selfish profit of the mind. Already, the company had generated close to three hundred billion dollars in funds. Millions of books had been donated to teachers across the globe. Its main concern remained with the idea that they could enlighten people with ideas about capitalism and free markets and individual liberty. Chairman and CEO Dr. Covey Strong pulled on a vape stick on the one hundredth floor balcony of the skyscraper which featured the organization. Go ambled up behind him.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
Smells of roasted coffee pervaded the space. Like inhaling a cozy feeling, Dr. Strong sat face to face with his date. He wore a tan houndstooth sport jacket and a black turtleneck with black loafers and a driver’s cap. Gara wore a smart leather jacket and rock t-shirt with tights and black boots. She looked educated in the halls of learning and street-like at the same time. Her complexion looked a few shades darker than Dr. Strong’s. She sipped with a casual air and a brief sophistication. Though slight, she could still appear to be taller than her five foot two stature. She giggled.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
Tunes wafted through the air like the fresh scent of baked bread. The chords, the progressions, the pauses, the rests, all came from Vestin Go’s piano. He still remembered his days at First State Community College where he majored in music exploration. He’d been playing the piano since he could walk and talk. He took it even more seriously as he grew into adolescence and adulthood. By composing a new minuet, he wanted to try out something audacious.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
One synth walked up to a learned machine. The synthetic being greeted itself to the machine. They exchanged codes. They talked for a good while. They cajoled. The bluish purple of the synth contrasted the yellow and black of the learned machine. In essence, they had become intertwined due to their makers’ craftsmanship. By keeping in the realm of knowledge, their trade of ideas allowed them both to keep up with systems of mathematics.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
Hector Vergara continued his daily regimen. It was leg day. He prepared for the arduous task of squatting, pressing, and of course, before and after, stretching. Warm ups and cool downs found their way on his gym schedule. Once he finished, he gulped down an iced carrot and celery smoothie. His fitness routine permitted him the ability to stay fit and sharp despite his time constraints. It was why he got up so early in the morning in the first place. Upon showering and shaving, he donned sensible dress shoes, khakis, and a zip up sweater. He wore glasses. When his driver pulled up to his minimansion, it seemed as if Vergara had a burst of energy ready to spring forth and jump start the day. In his mind, he considered himself. As a reasonably wealthy man and head of the Average Capacity Association, he felt the singular itch that could never be scratched. His abilities afforded him the things that no one else could perform. No one in the ACA had a clue as to his acumen. All they knew was that he presented himself as a mouthpiece. He said all the speeches and integrated everything into the Association.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
At the book signing, the crowd swelled. A steady din of voices made a raucous sound which reverberated off the walls. Everyone, it seemed, became especially entranced at the man sitting at the booth, signing digital books. All smiles with veneers which contrasted his brown skin, Hector Vergara posed for photographs and kept that million watt smile plastered on his face.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
Prompts for the various aptitude tests varied widely. In one case, the proctors examined farming techniques by corn-fed women with wide, childbearing hips. Another tested for the ability to sweep streets in case a synth couldn’t be replaced by another synth. Actually, all of the jobs performed by humans were not threatened by synths, but became enhanced.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
Go peered at his screen. He profited forty million dollars in a day. He cracked a smile. His skateboard led him to his destination: his mom’s house. It was a minimansion he had purchased for her when he made his first million dollars. Anna Go looked severe when Go kissed her cheek. She spoke in Japanese and English.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
“I just earned it. I have my license to my truck and want to start my business,” Fenton Sheltham said. His words flew from his mouth like gifts of diamonds. “I just want to be in a place where others excel. I know I’m just a truck driver and I want to have my own enterprise, but it’s more than that. My two boys and a girl want their daddy to be able to provide for them.” He rubbed his hands together and looked at the backs of them. The dark flesh contrasted with his palms. His gray eyes shot around the room. He felt like a champion just waiting on the judges to score his fight. In all of the ways he could have settled or given up, he rolled past all of that and excelled.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
Light shone off the car’s mirror. A police officer approached. A highway trooper, she slid her campaign cover on her head. The navigational system followed the driver’s command to pull over to the side of the road. She slid up to the passenger side of the vehicle.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
