I...actually, I haven't thought about this in a while.

I guess it started when I was a small child. Dad would take me to the science museum on the weekends, and I always wanted to know everything I could about what I was looking at. Everything was fascinating---I wanted to build those things for myself.

Soon, I was looking for things around the house to experiment on. After school, I would go to the library and bring home piles of engineering books. Dad would come home and find me on the carpet with tools in hand, attempting to piece together the scanner I'd just taken apart. It was around then that I was given my own laboratory in the garage.

I suppose I'm motivated by an intense curiosity about the world.