Science Fiction
The Common Mind. AI-Generated.
Chapter one: The Common Mind “It had a 9 mm strapped to it,” Nancy, the secretary to the bank branch manager, said, her voice trembling. “Then it said it had a bomb. If anyone ran, it would blow up and kill us all. I was very scared. I had dreaded this day for a long time and now it was finally here remote controlled robot robbery. It was after one thing.”
By Mark Stigers 2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
“Mammy!” Someone lobbed an insult at Dr. Frampton’s direction like a grenade, but it did not explode. “Uncle Tom!” aimed at Dr. Strong, ricocheted just above his head. They kept walking. They kept moving through the crowd of paparazzi and citizens who wished to see the two of them walking out of the skyscraper.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
With all the candidates, the four founders seemed to be most impressed with one in particular. Wesley Winnington stood at about six foot two inches and possessed green-brown eyes. His skin was as white as dental floss. He had earned a master’s degree in political science at the age of sixteen. His days swimming for the college team proved to be most fruitful as he won six championships. Dr. Strong looked him directly in the eye.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
On the Internet, clips from the Average Capabilities Association (ACA) accumulated millions of views. The patrons that had been present at the gathering all rejoiced. All but Vergara. He felt like he had delivered a fine statement and that it was almost too good. It was like he could rip out his vocal chords and throw them on the deck. When he found time he asked for the official footage to be taken down, despite the multitude of viewers who had already witnessed it. They just couldn’t rip from the file anymore.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
In the process of signing books, Dr. Strong felt a sense that he had connected with these people. His audience ranged from sixteen-year-old high school students to seasoned university professors like himself. He counted on the book sales, of course, but he enjoyed connecting with the people behind the pages and listening to audio files.
By Skyler Saunders2 years 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 Saunders2 years 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 Saunders2 years 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 Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
Smartystan
As the late spring day called for cookouts, the way that Dr. Frampton enjoyed her time away from her desk or the factory floor sipping wine and lighting a cigar. She knew this usually called for a man to do this, but she felt secure in her femininity. At the same time, she still brought home her assignments and agenda.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Chapters
