"He-llo, my name... is KUUUUUUUURIIIIIIII" The robotic voice whirred as it stuck on the name Kuri.
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.
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
Kuri rolled along the rough rocks of his home planet, zipping towards his cave. The only sound that he heard was that of his wheels zooming, with the occasional pebble clattering through. He was returning home following a day of travel, the same as the day before that and the day before that and the day before that.