Around 2006, my college roommate and long time friend, Chris, surprised all of us with the news that he was abandoning his lucrative software career in Austin to move to New York and become a penniless film student. And less than a year later, he surprised us even more with the news that he was moving to Paris to marry the French model who'd been starring in his student film productions. And this was such auspicious news that I felt like I just had to go to their wedding, even though it meant overseas travel, and I didn't feel like I could just buy something from the registry at Nordstrom's, or whatever, for a gift. I wanted to do something more special and memorable than that.
So, I decided to try to make a wedding present, and at the time I happened to be fiddling with GPS systems, and also with very basic robotics—servo motors and so forth. And it occurred to me that I might make a box, containing the gift, that couldn't actually be opened at the wedding, and would have to be taken somewhere else. And what came out, at the end, was the first Quest box. I set it to open at a tiny little island off the coast of France, in the English channel, called Bréhat. It's 500 kilometers away from Paris, where they had the wedding, and I knew the bride's family had a house there. It actually took them ten months to figure out where it was supposed to open, physically get out there, and finally open the box.