I grew up watching shows with incredible people that made tools to better the world. I grew up on female scientists and engineering creating things to try and better the world. The show that had the biggest impact on me was the show Project Mc^2. The main characters were women in STEM and one season revolved around them making a car that ran on water. After that I was always interested in how to not only create things but how they could be improved for people and the environment. I plan to use my education to find solutions to problems that are prevalent in today's world. I know that there is a big increase in climate change and pollution in our world due to a system that can change but has not. I would like to make changes to fix that. Recently there has been news about how in the coming years we will reach our point of no return in relation to climate change. The main reason is due to lack of action to better our excessive use of fossil fuels and greenhouse gasses. I want to find a way to implement plans to decrease the amount of fossil fuels and green house gasses we produce. Our future is in trouble but I think that there are a lot of people who are trying to throw in the towel but I think we should be doing the opposite. We need to work harder towards an answer now more than ever. If we are able to slow or stop the harmful effects on our planet then that would not only benefit MY community but the population as a whole. My thoughts as of now are replacing anything that is producing lots of harmful emissions without being beneficial. In my option the best course of action would be to immediately tear down all data centers. They have a poor effect on our environment and residential areas near them are suffering from lack of water at times and the water is of poor quality. Evidently there are many other emissions that should be changed but for now I plan to make a big push for A.I data center to be destroyed for their harm to us. I am just a collage student that looks at the world slowly dying ready to fight for a better future. We can fix this world we worked so hard to make!

Nowadays, most of the world's communication is done over the internet. We share important milestones in order to connect with those who might be oceans away from them. Over time people have gotten pretty comfortable with using social media and other platforms for communication, but this comfort is often a double-edged sword. Some people might come to the internet to share information about any topic with enthusiasm, and then someone responds with hateful, sour words. In recent years people using the internet have found cowardly strength to harass and bully others due to the convenience. I remember that there was a time when I was on a social media site looking at a page of someone I had been following for a while when they made a new post. The post talked about an experience of online harassment and how it made them feel small and unwanted in the world. They voiced their thought of not being important in this world. I was saddened to see this person say such things about themself due to online phantoms of hatred and spite. I decided to comment under their post even though I had never met this person in real life or even known their real name. I added words of support empathising how they are important and that everyone in this world is deserving of their place in it. They responded later with thanks telling me that they were grateful to hear something positive from someone. This might not seem important due to this interaction being online but I think about it often. I think about how in this digital age where people hide behind screens to torment others there can be compassion. You don't know how much you impact a person with small gestures such as an encouraging comment from a stranger. The internist can be such a hateful place sometimes, I wanted to be able to spread some kindness instead. Kids can be mean, that's just how some kids are. I know that when I was little I was always as kind as possible. My parents like to tell me about a story of when I pushed a kid around the playground in preschool when he was bound to a wheelchair. I didn't care that he was different, I only cared that he was included. Even though I was uncaring of the differences, other kids were often not taught to treat others with kindness when faced with differences. Years later when I was in the 4th grade I was in a class with a girl who was a little different from the rest of the class. Her face was a little lopsided and she had a strange lip but she was one of the sweetest kids in the class. I would hang out with her often. That was until a popular group of girls went to talk to me one day and point out her oddities and how it was bad that I was hanging out with her. I remember how I distanced myself from her for about a week. During that time she gave me one of her favorite bracelets simply because I was her friend. It was at that moment in my life that I remembered that others' options don't matter. The girls weren't pleased with me deciding to stay friends with her but I didn't care because differences make us unique and beautiful. I still have that bracelet and when I think of it it reminds me to be accepting and unapologetically me.

People are quitting, the presidents aren't doing their jobs, and the club is unorganized and in shambles. This was my first thought when we had to cancel our last competition of the year because we were not ready. It was a very difficult decision, but I do not regret it. In the past, my high school had great robotics teams that were organized and won many awards. This change in recent years was due to poor management and club neglect. The biggest decline in membership was the year I was elected Vice President. I tried my hardest to work with my club co-presidents, but anytime I tried to suggest anything to them, they shot me down. The year was tough, so I decided that next year would be different. This year, as president I have made plans to turn the club around for the better. I created timelines to keep the robotics teams on schedule and organized. Also, I let members learn robotics basics before letting them continue building. This allows teams to refine their talents. These small changes have been huge improvements in the organization and structure of the club. Over the course of this school year, I have made many discoveries about myself in the robotics club. As a leader, it's my job to help people become the best version of themselves within the club. This realization has taught me a valuable lesson about collaboration, leadership, and acceptance. I learned that some kids don't have the same passion for robotics and don’t want to compete at a higher level. It was a struggle finding that my passion was not transferable to others. This challenge made me realize that everyone has their own way of having fun, even if it wasn’t as passionate as I'd hoped. Also, I learned some positives about myself and about becoming a leader. First, the number of female members in the club increased. I hope this is due to my participation, club promotion, and encouragement of girls to join. Additionally, this year we were able to compete, which was an improvement from last year. I am proud we placed high enough to compete in the quarter finals. I think this year has been motivating since my group members are already thinking of ways they could be more involved next year. I hope this is due to my influence of wanting them to strive for the best. Lastly, I learned to accept others' differing opinions, regardless of what I want. Others’ perspectives are important, and they all matter even if I disagree. Leadership is not about controlling others; it's about finding a compromise that works.

Can’t Scream. Can’t live. Can’t Help Myself An ear-bleeding scream could be heard throughout the whole sector. A man was pinned under the weight of his ego. Well, it was actually a box filled with parts for the newest thermotask for the backyard pool, he insisted that the upgrade would make their luxury house look better than the neighbors'. Instead of getting a cart or accepting the neighbor's help to move he decided he could lift it all by himself. Not even after two steps he crumbled under the weight of the box. He screamed in agony, begging for help. Before the neighbors could even cross their property line the box was lifted off of him by sector O12's shared T.I.T.A.N.. The man only sustained a minor fracture to his arm thanks to the android but got up without a word to it. That is the normal response if a T.I.T.A.N. android does anything for you. As the neighbors gathered round the man to check if he was ok, T.I.T.A.N. walked away, returning to the task it had previously been attending to. T.I.T.A.N., it stands for Typical Innovative Transient Android network. It's ironic, right how it’s named after an immortal being with incredible strength but is designed to break down after a few years. That’s society in today's world though. It's the year 2051 and it’s practically a standard to make things that won't last forever. Even though the world is at the peak of robotics excellence, potential companies don't have to worry about the long term because of how easily they can be replaced. No one knows that things even have the capability to last more than a few years. A white coat of paint covers a blank-faced, strong-limbed, long-legged, flat-chested android with the letters TITAN covering its chest. They are made with human likeness in function only. They were specifically made to look as inhuman as possible for people to not be attached when they inevitably break down. It started when big corporations gave a few sectors a prototype android that could do a plethora of tasks and provide protection. They got people to continue buying their products by making the prototype last a little more than half a year. Once breaking people didn't want to lose their gardener, plumber, electrician, handyman, or guard, so they bought the actual product when it launched, and since it lasted almost 4 times longer than the prototype they were sold. Sector O12 uses its TITAN daily depending on what they need. Blast shower broken? Request TITAN. Is Air configured Chevrolet's burst-motor broken? Request TITAN. Need your fridge to be moved across the kitchen to clean behind it? Request TITAN. It’s the blessing of convenience through the advancements of robotics. People wouldn't think of ever going back to an androidless sector. The current android for the sector has only been operating for a couple of weeks still gathering information about the people it must watch over and how things work in their society. After a couple of months pass the android decides to do something a bit unorthodox. It gives itself a nickname. It’s not all that creative but T-O12 likes its new tidal. Before it was just under its cereal number, 64-827-49. A name seemed fitting somehow since it constantly heard people give each other nicknames while it worked around them. A few more months passed and T-O12 was working to move boxes out for a tenant moving into the sector. Just as it placed down the last and heaviest box it noticed a black droplet fall from its arm onto the box. When inspecting itself it noticed a slight tear in the fluid line within its arm. It thought that strange since all of its systems were working just fine but elected to ignore it preferring to go to its next task in the queue. Slowly over the coming months and progressing years T-O12 showed signs of degrading. More leaks, system errors, and unintentional movement spasms. It was noticed with growing concern but never stopped working. It couldn't, fixing itself wasn't a task on its list of to-dos. There was one point where someone made it mop their house after it fixed something due to it spilling so much oil all over the place. It took T-O12 a while because the more it mopped the more oil fell. One day T-O12 was called back to the luxury house. It was the same house where it saved the man was saved all those years ago. Seemingly having learned his lesson the man requested that T-O12 carry a new package filled with upgraded parts for the car. T-O12 went to lift the box as he had done such things countless times before but once he picked it up a system error popped up causing it to buckle under the box’s weight. It blacked out for a moment but when it came back online it could only hear the man yelling at it to get up. T-O12 was distracted by an unusual sensation that it could not describe but it did not like it. Unable to speak, it could not yell from its discomfort. An oil puddle formed underneath itself as a physical show of its effort. The man stopped yelling once he realized that the TITAN was at the end of its usefulness for him. Instead of wasting his energy trying to try and move the box off the android he walked away with little care ready to place an order for another TITAN. Slowly T-O12’s systems shut off one by one and it lies there motionless thoughtless and forgotten. Robotics is a gift to the world but people do not appreciate how much it does for us and often leave it to collect dust or break down just like T-O12.