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Wanted Here – Ch.8 | KT OLLA

A COUPLE of years earlier, Carl Martinez met his better half, June. A prodigy doing stuff in science.

The two great minds met at the World Robotics Fair in Berlin. They got to know each other and found out they shared interests.

June was simply everything perfect for Carl. She was the beauty who caught his eyes and the bubbly soul who took his heart over.

Still June hadn’t only got the looks. The young lady in her early 20s was everything brain.

She was a great chemist, yes. She was a very genius one.

So everyone wanted to work with her. The big names in the industry wanted her on board.

Then, June settled to work with all. ‘It’s more fun when your client is everyone,’ she’d say.

So she took all her offers on contract and maintained she would do her own work and supervise her.

She worked from her own laboratory and sent progress reports to the clients.

June Simeon was a Jamaican then living in Sweden with her parents.

She’d spent her early life in her home country and was then resident in Stockholm, from where she worked for a big Swede company.

Some large Finish and Polish syndicates also offered her contracts…

For June was a science genius that companies often fought over. And big names wanted her formula for product enhancement.

So, a day came when the lady wanted a simple break from all the work. So she took a walk away from the laboratory to see another world of science.

That day, June flew to the grand expo of the world’s new robots at the German metrocity.

And there, she met a gentleman she’d love to bear his name.

It was that dude in bioengineering. Carl Martinez by name.

Yes, Carl was a big name in Latin America. But his news hadn’t ever crossed Atlantic to reach June’s ears abroad.

The man was a naturalized Jamaican, but was born in Mexico. His parents had crossed from Mexico to Jamaica after they had him.

Then he grew up and spent most of his life in the new country.

He’d gone on to be successful in Kingston, the capital city, where he designed artificial limbs for amputees.

So, his prosthetics fused the workings of an AI-based robotic design with the human’s faculty for movement.

But then his main acclaim lay with his success in casting steel robotic limbs to seem like the real human parts. He was the big name among Caribbeans.

Still when this big man flew to Moscow to see a lavish display of AI-engineered robots, it was something else that dropped his jaw.

A genius mind roamed the place in a fairy’s skin. Beauty and brains shared a woman’s body.

He spotted vastness and brilliance too rare to even be. He sighted wits and ways with words.

 This was the star they called June Simeon. But that famous girl was the first to chat with Carl.

Then two meteors sparked a big fire.

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Carl and June fell in love. It was at first talk.

The man liked June’s bold person. He liked her guts, her confidence. Her breadth of thought, and even more.

June liked Carl’s way with everything. The young dude will say he wasn’t into knowledge, except it had a use.

He’d joke and say it was why computer softwares were suddenly being called “applications.”

The two clicked so much they married after a year.

Still, they only spent their first year apart so they could wrap up their projects and then settle as family.

The lovely newlyweds settled in Kingston City, Jamaica.

June was a teen prodigy when she acquired her masters at the age of 14.

And since then, she’d been engaged with her laboratory experiments with pure chemicals.

So, Carl wanted her to set up a new lab in Kingston. Yet his new bride wanted something else.

She told him she’d like to get her Ph.D. She said it would broaden her mind, making the research.

That she’d meet people and find work life fun.

She simply wanted a break out of her long routine. It didn’t matter if it was school.

So then June had chosen Cannon University. She applied to do her graduate study in pure chemistry.

And so it was that Cannon picked just her and two others.

There, she died a different kind of death.

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