Science Fiction
Dimension X. AI-Generated.
Chapter three: Dimension X Tim and Rita had spent the last few days sifting through mountains of data, trying to predict The Conductor’s next move. Every lead seemed to go cold, and every trace they followed ended in a digital dead-end. The tension in the FBI headquarters was palpable, with everyone on edge, knowing the stakes were higher than ever.
By Mark Stigers 22 days ago in Chapters
Smartystan
Black and white keys danced under the fingertips of Vestin Go. By gliding up and down the board, he created a sonata. It was simple. One of Phyllis Deaver’s most played works, it filled the space of his living room with booming, melodious noised. The sun had not yet risen and he had already exercised, showered, and threw on his classic white tee and black jeans. Then, he stopped. He looked at his phone. More millions poured into his account. He smirked. With this amount of money, he would be able to purchase even more workspace for his employees to continue on their journey to financial liberty.
By Skyler Saunders22 days ago in Chapters
The Conductor. AI-Generated.
Chapter two: The Conductor Using the information from Connors, Tim and Rita organized a raid on The Collective’s main hideout. The operation was intense and swift, with the FBI team neutralizing security measures and capturing key members.
By Mark Stigers 22 days ago in Chapters
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 22 days 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 Saunders24 days 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 Saunders25 days 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 Saunders26 days ago in Chapters