Skyler Saunders
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Smartystan
Words whispered from tongue to tongue. Belinda created an algorithm that could zero in on how people spoke. The two doctors joined in by Strong contributing knowledge of game theory and Frampton making it possible for a pattern to make pharmaceuticals to take hold. All that combined to make Go the lead on this one. He took the data from the other three and made it a cohesive whole.
By Skyler Saundersabout 15 hours ago in Chapters
Smartystan
The Grown Kid magazine featured some of the most lurid, despicable, low-grade, and financially rewarding stories of the day. Dr. Strong and Dr. Frampton both knew the reason for their “exposé” of the goings on at Smartystan. The staff editor, Jogan Felton, looked older than his forty-two years. He wore a tweed jacket and showed off a nasty beard that featured flecks of gray in it.
By Skyler Saundersa day ago in Chapters
Smartystan
Hector Vergara enjoyed his French onion soup. As he finished the bowel, a slight slurp came from his lips. He scrolled through the news on his phone. The story about how he could possibly shut down an entire, newly formed country struck him like a piano note. His eyebrows raised and he sighed. I was an exasperation of approval and a commitment to his life’s work. He got up and paid his bill.
By Skyler Saunders3 days ago in Chapters
Smartystan
Go wore his signature t-shirt. Dr. Strong dressed in a button down shirt. The two women wore floral blouses, Dr. Frampton in blue and Belinda in pink. In this virtual conference, the “Flourishing Four” expressed their grievances, their agonies, their triumphs.
By Skyler Saunders4 days ago in Chapters
Smartystan
Vestin Go fixed the bolts on the board. With complete concentration, he peered at the tiny pieces and worked the structure of the mode of transportation. As he finished, he sensed that glorious sensation of having finished something with aplomb. That rich aura of satisfaction washed over his entire being. He sighed like a weight had been lifted from his soul.
By Skyler Saunders5 days ago in Chapters
Smartystan
The men and women of average ability only looked on with blank stares as if skeleton heads held eyes but no other organs or signs of life. What they did do, however, was organize chapters, sectors, and guilds. To keep them out of the nation within a nation, all the CS had to do was deliver them aptitude tests. They never passed. When some of them fought, got bloody-minded, and studied and still didn’t achieve a satisfactory score, they looked at themselves and challenged the Board of Information Systematic Testing (BIST) to review their virtues. This wasn’t the most tangible of things to ascertain.
By Skyler Saunders6 days ago in Chapters
Smartystan
Dr. Frampton peered down at her watch. She timed the opening of Smartystan precisely. The gleam from the pearly gates and streets of gold; the mansions all seemed to mean so much more because architects and engineers had to use exact measurements to craft such a majestic world. Belinda walked in with Dr. Frampton, Dr. Strong, and Go trailed them at the main gate. As an entrance, it didn’t feel too imposing, and definitely not intimidating.
By Skyler Saunders8 days ago in Chapters
Smartystan
Screens illuminated with the number of potential inhabitants. Dr. Covey Strong peered at the data with an intent that bordered on obsession. His skin looked like acorns and his sartorial essence showed with his blue pinstriped suit with a gray paisley tie and cowboy boots. His sixty years on this Earth proved to suit him well as he looked like he had just crossed the forty-year-old mark. As an economist, he wielded power with numbers.
By Skyler Saunders10 days ago in Chapters
Carry On S1 E3 • “Sharp Marines”
FADE IN: A SMALL BANQUET HALL - NIGHT SUCHIN speaks with her parents in Thai. The Marine Corps Ball is relegated to off the base. Everyone either dons evening or Service Alphas. BARTHOLOMEW enters the dance floor with a chicken finger in his hand.
By Skyler Saunders11 days ago in Fiction