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The future of artificial intelligence.
DEF(Kuri)
DEF(kuri) Every night since the little robot had first become aware, Kuri liked to review her many design files. The Engineers’ files were always entertaining, especially the early sketches (those funny ways they imagined Kuri might look). As problems were solved and materials selected, those funny drawings would become the detailed schematics the factory would need to build Kuris that would perform beautifully and last for a long time.
By Thomas Becker8 years ago in Futurism
Kuri's Story
#KuriStory #HeyKuri Winter 2018, December 25, Around 9 AM. It was Christmas. Harry took a moment to realise it. Still asleep in his bed, conscience and subconscious seemed to engage in a merciless battle: one to hold him a little longer, the other to lure him into his meanders. His consciousness always ended up winning, so it was. His eyes had not yet opened, but he felt that a reality he used to was trying to invade him. It was a matter of seconds. Maybe less. Already awake, his senses well rested after a restful night, were operational. The sounds came to him distinctly now. He heard the buzzing of a fly near his right ear. The touch too, he felt the weight and warmth of the big blanket on his legs. It was Christmas. The information had stagnated in his brain as if suspended somewhere in the gray matter, no doubt. It probably had to go around in circles waiting for a neural connection to gently decide to do its job. "Eureka!" shouted Archimedes in his bath. Harry had the same feeling; that of having solved THE great mystery. And his whole body started. A sudden start made him sit up abruptly in his bed, his eyes opened at once, his pupils dilated and his heart beating. The adrenaline of the moment gave him an energy that only required explode. A moment later, he had jumped out of bed like a superhero, wearing his pyjamas of convenience—that of Ironman 7.0 improved version— and set off without anything stopping him. It was Christmas, Harry was sure of it now, and a big smile clung to his face despite the urgency of the situation.
By Amelia Arzod8 years ago in Futurism
A Gift for a Gift
"He-llo, my name... is KUUUUUUUURIIIIIIII" The robotic voice whirred as it stuck on the name Kuri. "Okay... okay. One second," a male voice drifted through the air from behind a large computer screen. His words were greeted by vicious typing, fast and accurate as he corrected whatever error that appeared on his screen.
By Marie Blackman8 years ago in Futurism
Let Kuri Be Your Friend
#KuriStory #HeyKuri The sun shone brightly, a sharp contrast to the chilly wind that nipped at bare skin. It forced shoulders to hunch and steps to quicken as scores of people walked to classrooms, restaurants, or dorms on the university campus. Fall had erupted on the grounds with an explosion of oranges and golds, leaving fallen leaves like so much flotsam to litter pathways and adorn car windshields in the parking lots. In front of the science building, the parking lot was mostly empty save a few cars here and there. Most people had taken advantage of the space to park far away from the tree lined sidewalks to avoid the trees. However, on the far right of the parking lot there was only a single car, parked right underneath a large tree. The leaves were falling rapidly from this particular specimen, creating a brightly hued blanket for the hatchback.
By Delise Fantome8 years ago in Futurism
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.
By Michael Hawkins8 years ago in Futurism
Kari & Kuri. Top Story - March 2018.
#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.'
By Ashley Wentz8 years ago in Futurism
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.
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Futurism
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.
By Celestia Morelle8 years ago in Futurism
