Skyler Saunders
Bio
I am a man who claims his father as his only inspiration.
Stories (1586/0)
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 Saunders4 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 Saunders4 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 Saunders4 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 Saunders4 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 Saunders4 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 Saunders4 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 Saunders4 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 Saunders4 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 Saunders4 years ago in Futurism
Entry Devices
The surface seemed like talcum powder. Soft and giving yet somehow a bit firm. Two women prepared to walk out from the Martian module and experience the landscape firsthand. One woman, Commander Wanda Vicente, stepped forward onto the soil first. Another, Command Module Pilot Floral Cheever put her boots on the surface second, a few minutes later. They scooped up samples and made note of the temperature and surroundings. Then the two women heard the hatch to the Martian module shut and lock. Martian Module Pilot Bianca Coales ventured out of the vehicle.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Futurism
Righteous Minds
Like most systems of mysticism, there can be found nuggets of truth, bits of wisdom, and pieces of thought by which to live. Though most of it is wrapped around contradictions, embedded in fallacies, and tangled around falsehoods, billions of people live by these codes, consciously or unconsciously. With the Nation of Gods and Earths, a movement that arose during the Black Nationalist movement with ties to the Honorable Wallace Fard Muhammad, the Honorable Elijah Muhammad, and the Nation of Islam by Clarence 13, there exist three types of people in the world. There are the 85 percent who are the “deaf, dumb, and blind,” or those who possess a philosophy, but cannot articulate or embody it with adroitness. They go about their days with any mishmash of utterances, visits to psychics, and also point to the zodiac for guidance.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Futurism
He Made 'Sense': How a Documentary by Michael Paxton on Ayn Rand Propelled My Life
Documentaries can sometimes come off as highfalutin, “in the know,” ways of signalling to people that you possess more information than they do. And to some extent, people are right about this. Often hoity-toity and dealing with heavy subject matter, few directors, unlike the muckraker Michael Moore, ever get their due. Not even at the Academy Awards (which Moore has won). But one documentary that stands out as one of the best autobiographical works is the Oscar® nominated Ayn Rand: A Sense of Life by writer, director, and producer Michael Paxton. It concerns the life and love story of the most profound mind in just over two thousand years, Miss Ayn Rand. I first encountered this documentary after listening to a snippet from a radio show. It didn’t stop there.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Geeks
