Kuri Robot Story
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Kuri's Origin Story: Judy's Secret
#KuriStory #HeyKuri Spring had come once again at the Larrabee house and just like every year, it brought with it the annual spring cleaning. Emily Larrabee spent the morning doing the laundry and dishes before her young daughter Harper awoke and came stomping down the stairs.
By Rachel Bee6 years ago in Futurism
Suzi and Kuri
#KuriStory Suzie is not an ordinary kid. She is way ahead of her time and she loves the Jetsons. She goes to sleep at night with so much adventure of what the future holds. During her journey, she visit robots who own Chuck E Cheese, yet she leaves that area and travels to a kiddo movie theatre in which robots open the door when you enter and there are several magical lights going down the street. She awakens to tell her parents of the different journeys that she goes on in her dreams.
By Charlene Ellison6 years ago in Futurism
One Man's Trash...
Amid the bustle of the market, the flurry of skirts and legs and tails, was trash. It littered the streets, and like cholesterol in a humanoid's artery, sometimes it blocked off entire alleyways, dumpsters hidden so far beneath the detritus that not even the arachnarats could nest there. That didn't mean, however, that they wouldn't glut themselves on the bountiful feast and nesting fodder that the passersby carelessly tossed. It was somewhere amid that mess of debris that an odd sort of life blinked in to existence, one moment there and in the next...
By Shanelle DeJournett6 years ago in Futurism
Kuri Origin Story
The singularity is superfluous because the necessarily social nature of the human condition is such that the self is as much a part of others as the finger is a part of the hand. And if that hand is holding a cellphone, guess what, singularity unlocked! That’s the same reason I think that telepathy isn’t a great super power; language is already mind. Don’t need to read what we already have in common.
By Ben Kharakh6 years ago in Futurism
Our Kuri
#HeyKuri It was a warm spring Saturday morning when it happened. Mom and Dad were home from work, and I was glad not to be in school. The backyard was muddy and steam would roll along the blades of grass before rising up to meet the sun. Dad was cooking breakfast, while Mom rested her feet on the sofa dreamily dazed as the morning news danced across the screen.
By Paul Curtis6 years ago in Futurism
Kuri's Purpose
Kuri glides across his room, peering out the window that overlooks the overbearing scene of red Mars. He sighs, looking down at his chest, hoping to see the warm light exuding from his heart light, but nothing. He wishes to mimic his surroundings, but he can't.
By Kelsey Lange6 years ago in Futurism