By the time I was six months old, my dad had already developed a new limb: an artificial hand, dubbed a “bionic leg”.
In the process of being built, I remember my dad saying “You know, this thing can’t go wrong.
It can’t hurt anybody”.
I was so proud of my new hand.
But then, I soon realised that it was the result of a little accident.
My father was working in a factory that manufactured a lot of synthetic rubber for construction.
When he saw the rubber, he noticed it had a certain shape.
He decided to make a “tactile” rubber, which was a hollow cylinder that would vibrate when squeezed, and then vibrate again when moved.
He then put a metal rod in the cylinder and started twisting it, making it look like a rubber arm.
The result was a prosthetic hand that could bend and stretch in response to your movements.
My dad didn’t tell me it was a robot hand.
He only told me it had “tectonic” properties.
But this was a different kind of shock.
It was like being bitten by a virus, I was terrified of contracting it.
It wasn’t just that I couldn’t bend it; it was that it would go from the shape of a hand to that of a prosthesis.
The problem was that my father had just made an accident that would make it even more dangerous.
When the accident happened, my father’s hand began to twitch.
He didn’t know what was wrong.
The rubber arm would have to bend, then stretch, before it would stop.
It would have the properties of a human hand, but it would be a “fibre-based” prosthetic that could’t bend.
I remember thinking, “What’s going on here?”
When my dad asked me what was happening, I said, “I don’t know.
It’s just that it feels like I’ve got a hand.”
He said, ‘Well, we’re building this thing to make you an arm.’
I remember thinking: ‘Is that possible?’
And then, one day, my mom came into the room.
She was worried, but I said that my dad was building the hand.
She said, I don’t want to hear about it.
I had a big heart.
And I think that I really helped her understand what was going on.
My dad didn�t know I was a baby.
He was an engineer, so I was told to keep quiet about it until he was older.
He thought that I was just a baby, and that he would eventually be able to see me.
I would later meet my dad when he was still a teenager.
He had a hard time getting through the daily routines of work and school.
But he was a hard worker and I was his best friend.
He was a big supporter of robotics and electronics, which were the main technologies of his day.
He would always buy me some stuff, like Lego or Legos, and tell me how they worked.
I was fascinated by his work, so he bought me a few of my own Lego sets, too.
But there were times when I felt a bit lost.
When I went to school in the UK, I had no clue what was important.
I didn’t even know that robotics was even a thing.
But my schoolmates did.
They were all obsessed with robotics, so there was something for everyone.
I never understood why I didn�te have any interest in it.
After I graduated, my mother took me to a robotics conference in the United States.
I met my old high school friend Chris.
He used to be a robotics professor at the university.
We got to talking and I became obsessed with him.
When we were in the audience, he started talking about how he would build a robot arm for my father.
I thought, this is great!
He is building a robot that will be able for me to move around!
I was like, “Really?!”
He said it had been done, and he would send me a picture of the arm.
I kept thinking, this guy is the father of the future.
My mother said, No, he doesn’t know how to build a hand.
And so, I kept on thinking, no, this will never happen.
But then I was asked if I wanted to go to a conference with him to build the arm, and I said yes.
My father was a little nervous.
He said: “Chris, I just want you to get an idea of what you’ll be working on.
We’ll talk about how it works.
But first, I want you guys to get a look at my robot arm.”
What is it?
It is going to be the first robot”
It’s a hand that can move in response at least to your muscles.
It is going to be the first robot