junaio… your mobile companion
The world's most advanced Augmented Reality Browser, growing daily with interesting content relevant to your location or to the images and objects your camera is pointing at. An instant source of information about places, events, bargains or objects around you.
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- SCARLET: Interactive learning for kids and students with Augmented Reality
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We’re excited to let everyone know that we’re preparing an update for Junaio with several new features and improvements.
As excited as we are about the update, we wanted to give you all a heads up that the update may require minor adjustments from your side (location based channels with buttons only). Some details:
- We have updated the standard view for all location based channels
- These changes MAY require some manual adjustments
- The standard POIs will now be displayed at the bottome of the screen
- Buttons, filters or other interaction elements at the bottom of the screen will now be covered by the new POIs
For now we’ve included a temporary AREL tag as a fix, but some additional manual adjustments may be needed. For old API channels, manual adjustments will be required. See the transition guidelines here.
Additionally, the beta version of the new Junaio will be available if you need to check your channels. Send an email to feedback[at]junaio.com with your username and the ID of the channels which might be affected by the change.
Junaio’s broad application base always leads us to some interesting places. Take nimlok for example. Nimlok is a company that designs and builds custom trade show displays. For them it’s not a question of whether or not they can deliver an incredible exhibit (trust me, they can produce some amazing things), rather it’s a question of how they can show their designs without having to throw together an exhibition. They have the 3-D models and the talent, and what better way to show that than with augmented reality and Junaio?
Nimlok’s latest brochure is augmented with several Junaio channels to help you explore featured exhibits accompanied with short videos to further divulge their creative process. In spirit of their new campaign, nimlok has also included a small contest accessible solely through their Junaio content. All you have to do is find Nimmy: an inspiring experience that (along with a recent film release) has inspired me to tell you this story. . . .
Today was supposed to be a day like all the others. Wake up and go to work. That was the routine. But lo and behold, once I arrived at my station a message awaited me. . . .
Who was this character, Nimmy? Was he lost? Was he hiding? Is he a lost comrade from ages past? I had to know. So I gathered a group of adventurers – a fellowship of nearly two dozen friends, heroes and monsters – and we ventured forth into the wild unknown. A seasoned bunch we were, but no quest matched what lay before us. . . .
The first few leagues of the journey were merry as we traveled through the Forests of Nruteron. We told tales of creatures and legends beyond our imagination and shared in the wealth of ample provisions. The mead was sweet and our bellies were full. We sang songs of deeds and triumphs of our companions to keep our pace light and merry. It was within our finest hour of Taking the Hobbits to Isengard that we saw The First. It loomed over the horizon and towered over us like the Pillars of Creation. As we approached we marveled at its architecture – breathtaking arcs and columns that must have been casted by the divine with colors our eyes have never since witnessed – and we stood for hours, nay, days enchanted by it. . . .
I was almost taken by its beauty, but the call of the quest aroused my senses out of the enchantment. Nimmy needed us. I went to awake my colleagues; several answered the call but some . . . some would not wake. To my everlasting shame, we left them. Our journey had taken its first victims, and they would not be the last. . . .
The next few days were devoid of the same wonder we had before. We had lost some brave souls, but our quest, like many others, needed hardships. I called out to my companions: “what would Gimli do? What would Frodo do? We must push onward!” I could see the resolve set in their eyes. Nods and cheers followed. We marched diligently for nah less than hour when we saw The Next. Whereas The First shadowed us with its majesty, The Next stretched to beyond the ends of the horizon with Mount Soucifero erupting behind it. The walls looked to have been constructed by the purest white of snow and glistened bright enough to blind even the most enlightened monk. There was the faintest, most beautiful humming that surrounded us as we entered; the colors of lime and purple weaved around us with poetic grace. With beauty such as this, why would we leave? What sense did we have?
Years seemed to pass as we wandered through those marbled caverns. Finally I spotted our freedom – the smallest slit between the walls that led through the mountain where the darkness swallowed the light. I gathered who I could but as we struggled forward I counted our two dozen to be nay half that. . . .
We were beset with sorrow and melancholy when we dragged ourselves through the mountain corridor. Jests were no longer sanguine but instead laced with gripe and bitterness – our hearts filled with the same darkness that surrounded us. As one vex forced another weapons were drawn and thumbs were bit. I did my best to calm the group, but to no avail. Just before blood could be drawn a small light appeared. An illusion perhaps? But we cared not. We charged for it fearing it may disappear. Light engulfed us and we found ourselves in the Valley of Death with The Last standing before us.
Compared to the others, The Last was humblest in appearance. Delicate as a flower to the eye, but sturdier than the tallest of mountains with curves and angles that spoke of ancient artisanship and augmented beauty wherever the light was blessed to touch its surface. The architects must have been blessed with genius . . . or mad with it
We fell to our knees in awe. Tears flooded our eyes and stained the ground before The Last. All wanted to stay. I was so tempted, but I could here Nimmy calling. I strained to get to my feet. “We must press on!” I called. They cried out, “Nay! What greater treasure could there be?” “You are a fool! Our quest ends here at this majestic creation!” “We have no need to search any longer, our purpose is here!” Their calls ached and tore at my heart. Was I mad to think that there was more to this quest? How could I put so much faith in a person I had met not before?
A lesser man may have been lost that day. But I had ventured this far, I could not stop now. “I depart now. Who is with me?” Only three of my most steadfast friends joined me; their desire to stay clear as the uncertainty in their strides. We left The Last, but before it was past our sight one friend halted and turned back. We dared not acknowledge his decision for fear we might join him for even the bravest man has a shadow that endlessly follows him.
We were withered down to skin and bones as we last three crossed the desert. There was nothing but dust and sand to fill our eyes; even the sky seemed covered by it. There was nay a thing we could do before we fell. I could not but even crawl, my body ached so.
And just as I had given up hope, He appeared, as if He had descended from the sky. I could nay tell if it were the sun or His Presence that blinded me, but he appeared before us like a being from an untold epic. “You found me!” He said.
We were lifted. All our weakness and agony was evaporating slowly. He led us through the desert in moments and brought us to a field of riches surrounding a small town. They welcomed us with food and celebration aplenty. We danced and drank and ate for days into weeks into months. We retold the story and all were lost in wonder and fear for what we had seen. However, we had nay seen our host sense we had been welcomed into the town. One night I found him – the last I ever saw of him – and I bowed before him. “Truly, I and my companions are indebted to you. We heard you needed to be found so we came with the utmost swiftness. I reflect now that I could be never more grateful for the journey we survived, but if I may ask, why was there a posting that stated you needed to be found?” He looked at me for the last time and I was blessed with the most genuine of smiles I have seen in all my days. “Nay my young friend. I did not need to be found. What instead needed to be found, was yourself. And that you now have done.”
Phew, that was fun. While my journey through nimlok’s new brochure may have been a tad overdramatized, do take the time to check out their Junaio channel to see all of their cool content and exhibits. And no, that is not where you can find Nimmy.