Skyler Saunders
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Enliven (Part I)
Clouds moved out of the way on this fine morn. Sunshine, like truth being told, illuminated the city of Wilmington, Delaware. Fielder Jakes, teak-colored, sprayed sheen on his curly Afro. He straightened his tie and brushed off his shoulders. His blue business suit spoke of power, achievement, and winning. His red power tie said, “I’ve got this” before he could even open his mouth. With the matching cufflinks in place to make his outfit complete, he headed down from his loft apartment space and entered the garage level. There he saw her. A cocaine white dream with over a thousand horses, sheltered from the recent August Summer rain. The vehicle was a romantic art masterpiece. Its shimmering hardtop belied the fact that it could be converted to allow the wind into the two seater. The quadruple exhaust pipes gleamed like silverware. The body sloped and curved and made jarring lines and muscle like cuts in the frame. All Jakes had to do now was to offer some credits.
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Futurism
Separating from Signs of Separatism
“So why don’t you wear it?” Mikail Foreman asked. “I don’t think that it is rational,” Ashford Collums said. Collums looked at the nooses, and the guillotines, and large stones, and gigantic swords that swung around the necks of the populace. He remained the only person in the building in Dover, Delaware not donning such hardware.
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Criminal
The Robot's Dream #KuriStory #HeyKuri
#KuriStory #HeyKuri I’m speaking to you in a dream. No, I’m not technically an android, and no, I don’t see electric sheep. I don’t possess a voice system in reality. I talk in a series of “boops” and “beeps.” I can communicate with you, though, through the power of fantasy. I don’t even have arms or legs, yet I can relate to you a little story about from which I came. Like all of the various products of human ingenuity, I sprang from the minds of brilliant people like Mike Beebe, Sarah Osentoski, and Kaijen Hsiao. They’re like my moms and dad. I didn’t actually eject from their heads like the Greek goddess Athena. No. These individual brains integrated with their bodies and brought me into existence with constant tinkering, toying, and developing. A great deal of people remark about my cuteness. Well, they would be right. I’m downright adorable. But if it weren’t for people like Stephanie Lee, Connor Moore and Ben Kearns, among others, I would be a mass of plastic and circuitry; I would be a pile of components without form or direction.
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Futurism
Life and Production: S1 E12: To the Hands of Humans
Grace and Directness The plane ride relaxed Saffron Lesane. On the first leg of her multi-city tour sponsored by the Delaware Institute of Technology (DIT), she felt confident in her ability to deliver talks. The captain appeared on a screen but she was not on the aircraft. Equipped with a fully autopilot system, the vessel carried seventy-two souls aboard. Captain Shirla McCovey appeared pleasant enough. Her high cheekbones shone in prominent fashion on her vibrant, Irish skin. She spoke with a sense of homespun grace and directness. For a pilot, she seemed more friendly and personal than some guy flying an airship.
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Futurism
Life and Production: S1 E11: One Pill, One Patch
Speedballs With the knowledge of the addictive grip which the drugs cocaine and heroin posed, Trevor Lesane applied it to this current problem. He went to the laboratory. In the midnight hour, he tested his theory on how best to prevent, control and end addiction. Donned in his starched laboratory jacket, Lesane measured and weighed the substances. Ten kilograms of the cocaine and heroin remained dormant inside the laboratory. Lesane soon awakened them. He brought them to life in his beakers. He trained his attention on the various plants which mimicked the effects of each drug. As noted in previous electronic journals, Lesane observed that the coffee bean would supply an albeit minimal effect on the user. The sale of either cocaine or heroin or any other drug for that matter never interested Lesane.
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Futurism
Life and Production: S1 E10: The Delawarean
The Estate When Dr. Saffron Isadora Lesane had reached her house, she noticed that her husband and Zev Tal were standing in the driveway. Preston and Symphony saw their father standing with Uncle Zev. All three of the Goulding’s passengers looked eager to jump out and greet them.
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Futurism
Life and Production: S1 E9: Aspire for More
Institute a Business The steam coming up from the vents of the street beckoned the passengers to float over the concrete carpet. Though the numbers remained minuscule, some men and women and a few children held up signs reading whatever would motivate a passenger to toss a few coins their way. Zev Tal viewed a man standing on the corner. His rough beard and tattered clothing and worn sneakers spoke of despair, of hurt. Tal equipped himself with the weapon that could combat such squalor. He had prepared a few pages on his tablet of the what it takes to institute a business in Delaware. A single page, the document served as a beacon of freedom to furnish an enterprise on the free market in the state. Slick and smooth, Tal set the coordinates of his pristine midnight blue Sare File 4 from the backseat. He stretched and rolled up close to the man with the sun bleached skin and haggard face. Tal retrieved the solo sheet.
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Futurism
Life and Production: S1 E8: The Highest in Their Actions
Deserved Its Title A pinball machine illuminated and boomed noises in an apartment. A player standing about four feet nine inches struggled to see the action of the steel ball. She was good. Her wrists responded with the constant rotation of the silver sphere(s). With every slice of the finger into the button of the game, she garnered point after point. As her score reached into the thousands then the millions and then as the score approached a billion points, the electricity failed.
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Futurism
Life and Production: S1 E7: Forte
Dizzying On the electronic wall-sized smart board, a dizzying array of numbers and symbols filled up the space. Each character meant something and therefore allowed the onlooker the chance to understand what had been wrought. Dr. Saffron Lesane steadied her hand to compose the final few strokes. Finished, she stepped back to inspect her work. Saffron gazed over the board and talked to the internal computer.
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Futurism
Life and Production: S1 E6: Earth's Dearth
In the World A clock struck six AM. In hurried mode, Holtzclaw Wert aroused from his sleep and proceeded to get dressed. At sixteen, he had already achieved the Presidential Medal for the Environment. He locked in on a career as a professor and excelled at his studies. From the first time that he encountered a leaf on his shirt as a four-year-old, Wert wanted to study plants. His time as a junior botanist and agricultural pupil prepared him to tackle the world around him, but something nagged him. Something was amiss in the world. Why did everyone want to burn fossil fuels and damage the sacrosanct ground beneath his feet and the trees surrounding him and the air he breathed? He wished that his hands could meld into the folds of a hollowed out stump. He fantasized for the moment where he could become a swamp and house all the newts and salamanders and enshrine himself in the solitude of a murky morass.
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Futurism
Life and Production: S1 E5: The Bloodless Battle
The Advent Financier Zev Tal sat down to study the charts. Before him, four screens displayed the trades on the exchange. He would’ve served a year of a six year sentence for insider trading. The judge gave him an option: remain in New York and face time and fines or move out of the state. Tal opted for the latter and made his way to Hockessin, Delaware. Before the charges and allegations, he earned two doctorates: one for finance, the other for French literature. He studied at the Saint Joan of Arc University in Paris, France. He spoke three languages: English, French, and Hebrew. Israel, he said, produced him, Europe taught him, and America made him. In New York, he founded his own hedge fund, Tal Capital. In twelve years, Tal became an American citizen and reaped millions in profits trading on a special financial instrument of his own creation called “rock-a-bye” bonds for their risk of trading securities at high prices and their potential for falling like the proverbial cradle. The judge would have found Tal guilty of insider trading and banished him from ever trading on the New York market ever again. But that didn’t stop him from taking up residence in Delaware. Tal encountered Trevor Lesane while attending a convention for chemists in Wilmington. On the lookout to fund another venture, Tal stepped to Lesane and initiated a friendship. With the advent of Lesane Laboratories needing investors to get off the ground, Tal stepped up as one of the first people to offer not only his money but also expertise in developing a business. While Lesane managed his funds with definite precision, Tal provided him with further know-how in the ways of money. As business partners and friends, the two formed a union which would oversee the billions in profits that Lesane Laboratories generated each year.
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Futurism
Life and Production: S1 E4: Limits and Infinitesimals
As Assured When Preston and Symphony had arrived at the Lesane Estate, they charged toward the space where the laboratory and the home met. Trevor Lesane greeted them by swooping to their level and giving them a bear hug.
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Futurism
