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Quantum Kids Guardians of AI is a unique middle-grade book that offers an interactive educational experience on Artificial Intelligence (AI), targeting readers aged 8-15 and effectively incorporating the STEM concept for children.

It narrates the adventures of twelve-year-old Vivian “Viva” Everly, who has ADHD, and her diverse friends, as they explore the world of AI at Harmony Hill International School. The story revolves around unlocking a secret level in their favorite game, RoboRumble, leading them on a mission to become AI guardians, under the guidance of their mentors and a bionic hound.

The book incorporates AI concepts like neural networks, data ethics, and prompt engineering into the narrative, making them accessible and enjoyable. It addresses global issues such as bullying and climate change, positioning the book as a toolkit for young tech enthusiasts and problem solvers, inspiring them to envision a future where technology and humanity coexist.

This book is ideal for young AI enthusiasts and serves as a valuable educational resource for parents and teachers.

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Excerpt from Quantum Kids Guardians of AI© Copyright 2023 Angela Radcliffe

Meet the Quantum Kids

Hey there! Vivian “Viva” Everly here, your resident whirlwind of energy and collector of curiosities. My friends say I've got a case of perpetual motion, probably thanks to my ADHD. But hey, it's just my spirit's way of doing cartwheels because I can't stand the thought of missing out on anything. You see, I've got this hunger for life—maybe I caught that bug from my mom, a modern-day alchemist, turning science into healing medicines.

Then there's my dad, my real-life hero who races against the clock in a blaze of sirens and flashing lights. He's a fireman, bringing stories of bravery home like other dads get takeout. Sure, he insists it's all in a day's work, but I've inherited his fiery spirit and emerald eyes that sparkle with the promise of new escapades.

I'm the finale in the trio of kids in our family, with an older brother and sister who've flown the nest—jetting off into their own stories—leaving me as the solo star in my parents' sky. And at twelve, with light chestnut hair more often in a wild bun than not, I'm quite the sight. I sport a constellation of freckles—or ‘spreckles,' as Mom calls them—that seem to play connect-the-dots every time I break into laughter, which is often.

My hands? They're rarely still, always itching to mold, draw, game, or dabble with gadgets. Creativity bubbles up in me like a geyser, sometimes spilling out in the form of homemade melodies or handcrafted jewelry. And, oops, I'm often the culprit behind the chaos of scattered beads and flour-dusted counters that drive my mom to her wits' end.

But every day, a new kind of magic happens as I step through the towering glass portals of Harmony Hill International School. It's a place as vibrant and diverse as the bustling markets of Marrakesh. This isn't your run-of-the-mill school; it's a microcosm of the world, nestled right in the heart of our sleepy Harmony Hill. The air buzzes with a zillion accents, from the musical lilt of Italian to the sing-song rhythm of Mandarin, and sometimes I pretend I'm a secret agent decoding an international mystery.

The lobby is a rainbow of flags, and I like to play a game where I try to remember each country they represent. I'm good at it now. The walls are covered in student artwork that looks like it could belong in a fancy museum and projects about everything from the Amazon rainforest to the pyramids of Egypt.

My classroom is a kaleidoscope of faces, each one from a different place. Our teacher, Mr. Kazumi, has this mega-watt smile and likes to say, “Diversity is our superpower!” He's from Japan, wears the coolest graphic tees, and tells us stories about Tokyo that make it sound like the future.

We don't just learn stuff like math and science. Our brains are on this epic gym routine, getting flexed and stretched with extra things like Global Studies and Sustainability. In Language class, we don't just learn French or Spanish; we dive into cultures, learning how to greet with a cheek kiss or a bow. It's awkward but awesome.

Recess is an international food fest. My lunchbox might have pasta today and sushi tomorrow. And while I munch on my samosas, my friend Aakash explains cricket to us—it's a sport that can last for DAYS, and I thought baseball was long!

The after-school clubs are a buffet of cool. There's the robotics club, where gears and code come together, and the Model United Nations, where we argue about world peace like we're grown-ups. I go to the drama club where we're rehearsing for ‘Shakespeare Around the World.' My best friend Gabriella is playing Juliet as if she were from Bolivia, and yes, there's a Saya dance involved.

But it's not just about fun and games. We've got this big Earth Day project, and my group is turning plastic bottles into a greenhouse. We're like eco-warriors with glue guns and too much glitter. It's messy, but that's how you know we're making a difference, right?

And okay, sometimes it's tough, like when you miss your friends who moved to another country or when homework in three languages makes your brain feel like it's in a blender. But I wouldn't trade it for anything. My international school is more than just a bunch of classrooms—it's a little planet.

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