So, Vocal's putting on another story contest. This one's Sci-Fi, which I've never done...until now. The prompt centered around a robot named Kuri, which we were to give it a history. Here's my entry.
Be good to each other.
-J-
“Keuriii,
cme plaay with me,” the voice slurred from the other room.
Kuri
silently whirred to life to glide beside Kendall’s wheelchair, saying evenly
and fluidly to not startle the child, “What you want to play today, ‘dall?”
Kendall
spastically shuffled through her collection of PS34 games until she came to the
one she and Kuri were to play.
Kendall and
Kuri were best friends. Kuri was
Kendall’s ONLY friend. You see, Kendall
had spastic CP that made her have to use a wheelchair. It was a fine chair, top of the line with
tilt and recline seating and an air cushion system them gently shifted
Kendall’s weight as she sat the day away doing whatever. It was this difference that made it hard for
her to go out with other kids her age.
Many of their parents’ cars couldn’t hold her. She saw them at school, and that was pretty
much it. That’s where Kuri came in.
Kuri was
tailor-made for Kendall. No one knows
how the little robot came to be at the Danielleson residence. Kuri had just always been. Looking like an old school Weeble Wobble, but
with tiny wheels to go by, Kuri had eyes that seemed to glisten like there was
more behind them than mere wiring and servos.
Kuri had no visible nose or mouth, but registered scents and taste as well
as any human. Soft-spoken and never
jerky or abrupt, Kuri seemed like he/she was created expressly for Kendall’s
needs since Kendall’s CP caused her jump at, what seemed, the most inopportune
times. That’s not to say Kuri didn’t
have the ability to emote or move quickly when the need arose. She/He could cut up with Kendall just easily
as any kid ever could. If Kendall lost
her balance, which happened at least a couple times a day, Kuri was there
before hitting the floor was an issue.
“Lllleett’s
plaaaay thissssss”
Soon, the
wall screen was aglow with figures going to and fro with sound filling the room
and spilling throughout the house.
Kendall’s parents never looked up from what they were doing. They were used to various noise emanating from
Kendall’s room.
Kendall and
Kuri swayed this way and that like it’d make what they wanted their controls to
do do. As a matter of fact, Kendall’s
control was controlled by her brain. Still, she swayed with her thoughts.
“Ha, gcha!”
shout Kendall.
“No ya
didn’t,” Kuri replied with a pssshha.
Then, silence as the gaming intensified.
Soon, with
the help of Kuri’s virtual reality, the two were in the game dressed and
equipped like their characters, Kuri in black and with purple polka dots and
Kendall in shades of blue and green, her favorite colors. Her chair was a metallic cherry red with the
ability to be a serious ATV…even moreso than it already could be in real life.
They could
hear and talk to others playing the game on their network. Nobody said anything about Kendall’s vehicle
her character was always in. Who knows,
they probably thought it was a new AI tank.
Maybe there was just too much going on.
“This way,”
Kuri began, “Be quite this time. We
can’t have you laughing and getting us detected…again.”
Kendall
rolled her eyes, “you made me laugh, it was your fault, Robot.”
Kuri sniffed
sarcastically and shot back something unintelligible as he/she ribbed the girl
about her speech. Ribbing like this was
fair game in the heat of battle. In all
honesty, Kendall loved Kuri more for her/his being normal with Kendall. The ominous music filled the room, drowning
out all ribbing. They were getting
further than they’d been. This was
serious business.
“I wonder
what it’s like to be normal.” There was no stutter or slur.
Kuri’s
virtual reality disappeared as Kendall’s brown eyes bore into Kuri’s. Kuri knew better than to lie. She knew Kendall was smart enough to see
through his/her words. She knew it was
Kendall’s legs that didn’t work, that her brain worked fine.
“Everybody’s
different, you know that. If you were
like everybody else, you’d be boring.”
It wasn’t a cop out, it was fact, and Kuri said it with confidence.
Kendall
considered Kuri’s statement, narrowed her eyes.
“Have I ever
lied to you?
Kendall’s
cheeks reddened. She was embarrassed
that she was caught doubting.
“I juuuust
waaaaander.”
Even Kuri
didn’t have all the answers.
They made
their way down the hall to make a snack.
Gaming made them both hungry.
Silently, they glided to the kitchen, Kuri making sure Kendall had a
clear path. In the kitchen, everything
was lowered to maximize Kendall’s independence.
Kuri was back up always.
“What’s on
the menu?”
Then, the
doorbell rang.
Kendall
glided to the door, took a deep breath as she reached for the doorbutton. She missed the first time, but Kuri didn’t
move to get it for her. Again, the girl
took a deep breath and really reached out.
Got it. The door slid opened, and
about five or six high-pitched squeals.
Bobby, Joey, Will, Micah, Noe, and Mikey were all, gathered at the door.
“Come on,
the fair’s started, they sang in unison.
Kendall
looked at her chair and looked at Kuri sadly.
She opened her mouth to tell her friends she couldn’t when she heard a
chorus of energy humming. She looked to
see all her friends with their hover boards they went to school on in their
arms. She looked back at Kuri, who, if
Kendall wasn’t mistaken, was raising his/her eyebrows in a “know it all” manner. He/she nodded his/her head saying, “Go on” in
his/her soft voice when she/he saw Kendall pause apprehensively.
The kids
moved aside to let Kendall and Kuri take the lead down the hall to the elevator,
where they all piled in. They rode down
to the ground floor, the whole time chattering about the latest this and that,
who messed up on “the game” with each other ribbing the other. The kids crouched down to Kendall’s height as
they talked. Kuri was right in the mix,
but, at the same time hanging back observing.
Humans, she/he quipped. In all her/his time, it never ceased to amaze him/her how accepting people truly are when given the chance. She/he wondered if there was someone out there for her, but that’s a story for another time.
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