Kuri Robot Story
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Kuri Gets Her Name
#HeyKuri #KuriStory “Alright,” Sean patted the little white robot on its head. “Take care of Chloe, okay?” The security bot warbled and its wide, round eyes blinked. It watched Sean disappear down the hallway.
In 2050, the overpopulation of planet Earth became insurmountable. Led by Dion Nusk, a team of world-renowned scientists came together to build a sustainable atmosphere on Saturn’s sixth largest moon Enceladus. The geysers at Enceladus’ south pole generated the initial energy required to build this man-made atmosphere. By 2055, Nusk and company completed a domed infrastructure just north of Enceladus’ south pole that could eventually support one million people. This infrastructure includes a fully stocked sea of fish, 100,000 acres of farmland, and pastures full of every farm animal imaginable.
Kuri-ous About Love
#KuriStory As I looked at Kuri with a soft smile it was hard to remember never having her around; how hard life had been before she came into our lives!
Kuri - The Best of Both Worlds It was a day like all the rest in Silicone. The skies were gray and dismal, and the clouds loomed over the city like the hand of the Grim Reaper. Automatic runways transported every working machine to its point of employment. Back and forth, back and forth, over and over, day after day, each robot traveled. There was a place for everyone, and everyone had his place. Some robots worked in the hospital, some of them worked in offices. Many of them were disposed to manufacturing. It was always the same. Nothing changed. One brand was called for one purpose. Depending on your technology, you were destined for the same life as those who came before you.
Kuri: the Origin #KuriStory #HeyKuri
Emily was a proud eight-year-old granddaughter of the well-known robotic scientist, Professor Janeway Connelly. She would always go to the robotics lab department where Janeway worked and either observed or interacted alongside her grandmother. She was fascinated with the robots designed to assist others in need.Emily dreamed of becoming a robotic scientist like her grandmother. Every day, she would write down notes from some of the books she read and videos she watched discussing the mechanics of robotics. At times, she would draw pictures of robots for ideas, no matter how silly the robots look in her drawings. When she became 13, she was given an award in her school for her excellence and science projects on some of the first few robots she made herself. Whenever she was asked about her interest in robotics, she would always point out that her grandmother was her inspiration. During the summer of that year, she was given the most terrible of news; her grandmother was dying.Her grandmother suffered a stroke and was left with a weakened heart and she had only a few days to live. As Emily stood by her side, tears streaming down her face, Janeway took her hand.
- Top Story - March 2018
Kari & Kuri
#KuriStory #HeyKuri 'My daughter Kari is the most beautiful little girl. She has the biggest heart and calmest soul. I try to do everything I can for her to make it easier for her. You see, Kari is sick...she has been fighting, and winning, for most of her life. We lost her mother at Kari’s birth, so it has pretty much just been us. But I have to work a lot... I’ll be home, but not really there at all... One night, after reading a quick story and saying our prayers together, I came back downstairs to the lab and tried to work. I had to ask my computer’s virtual assistant to order some specific wiring, and I happened to glance over at the screen and looked at the pop up window. It hit me; the most important inspiration I ever had in my entire life. And I got started.'
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.
The Kurious Star
A star is born within a huge, cold cloud of gas and dust, known as a nebula. These clouds start to shrink under their own extreme gravity. As the cloud gets smaller, it breaks into clumps. Each clump eventually becomes so hot that nuclear reactions start. When the temperature reaches 10 million degrees Celsius, it gives birth to a new star.
A Kurious Kuri
#KuriStory Onyx draped the galaxies. Stars speckled and danced like fireflies against the curtains of indigo darkness and the occasional flurry of comets fired by in embers, amber and golden.
The Girl With Blue Pigtails
#kuriStory #HeyKuri On a window ledge above the dark fathomless world, there was a tiny bird, a dazzling blue bird with a crimson sheen on its under belly. It would come every day and sit and chirp outside Shellie's window, in the hope of food. It would wait, patiently, while cars floated by in the many fly lines while a purple sun rose high, making the methane in the sky shimmer in streaks of pinks and blue. The colours illuminated a sea of high rises, steel platforms, and substantial buoyant rocks
I am dying. I’ve been dying since the day I was born. This seems a little grim, especially because I’m so blunt about it, but I’m alright. I know someday it’s possible I can overcome it. Besides, without hope, how will it happen? #KuriStory
#HeyKuri Powdered paint is messy. But it's OK, because I have Clorox wipes in my left side desk drawer. Clorox wipes are best for cleaning up powdered paint. Mother always makes sure to check if I have enough Clorox wipes to clean my desk and so-help-me-God the gray carpet from powdered paint.