Once, a child lay on their back staring up at the stars and whispered — I wish I could go anywhere and be anything. That wish didn’t fade into the night like most wishes do. It folded in on itself, twisted with possibility, and popped into existence as Cozmo.

He has four arms, because two were never going to be enough. He teleports constantly and lands upside down about half the time, which he considers a feature rather than a problem. His
Cozmic Library floats between clouds and stars, full of books that whisper their titles, doors that appear when you need them, and hallways that shift depending on what you’re wondering
about.

Cozmo will tell you — and he means it — that every mistake is just a new beginning wearing a funny disguise. He’s living proof.