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It was the tenth year of the Mechanical Civilization. My girlfriend, who always spoiled her brother to an unreasonable extent, orchestrated my death. Luckily, I was reborn seven days before the arrival of the machines. I bought a heavy-duty truck and evolved the strongest mecha. Close-combat mecha, long-range mecha, weapons, shields, funnels, modules… This time, I wanted the best of everything. My name is Victor Wild. Born to be a victor, born to be wild.

Where to find the perfect man? You program him of course. I'm a genius, lonely, touch-deprived genius. Roman is a top programmer for a robot company, he's trying to create a new program to introduce human feelings to the bots. Deciding to get a Bot for himself to keep him company it all went well until that night. The robot with the artificial intelligence classified his creator as a little, being treated like a little wasn't that weird first until the first punishment. Roman just did his biggest mistake, or best decision yet. Warning: This story is DDLB, MDLB, CGL story, don't like it don't read it. Apologies for any misspelling or grammar mistakes.

After my husband's death, I long for him so much that it becomes a mental condition. To put me out of my misery, my in-laws order a custom-made robot to be my companion. But I'm only more sorrowed when I see the robot's face—it's exactly like my late husband's. Everything changes when I accidentally unlock the robot's hidden functions. Late at night, 008 kneels before my bed and asks, "Do you need my third form of service, my mistress?"

I was in the office bathroom stall when I heard them trash-talking me. The intern I'd trained for three months whined, "She's a heartless witch—like a robot with zero brain cells." I was about to swing the door open when another voice jumped in, laughing. "Documents incomplete." "Receipts don't match." "No signature? Denied." "Seriously, we've all memorized the freaking rulebot's script!" Once they were gone, I headed back to my desk. The intern stormed in and slammed a fat stack of reimbursement forms in front of me. "Don't go on another power trip and block everyone's claims." I skimmed the obviously fake receipts. Normally, I'd tear into her. But this time, I just smiled. "My head's killing me. Can't read the fine print."

This is a story about Robots. People believe that they are bad, and will take away the life of every human being. But that belief will be put to waste because that is not true. In Chapter 1, you will see how the story of robots came to life. The questions that pop up whenever we hear the word “robot” or “humanoid”. Chapters 2 - 5 are about a situation wherein human lives are put to danger. There exists a disease, and people do not know where it came from. Because of the situation, they will find hope and bring back humanity to life. Shadows were observing the people here on earth. The shadows stay in the atmosphere and silently observing us. Chapter 6 - 10 are all about the chance for survival. If you find yourself in a situation wherein you are being challenged by problems, thank everyone who cares a lot about you. Every little thing that is of great relief to you, thank them. Here, Sarah and the entire family they consider rode aboard the ship and find solution to the problems of humanity.

On the eve of the National Robotics Championship, I smashed my carefully designed bot to pieces and announced my withdrawal. Everyone said I was a fraud who was quitting out of fear of being exposed. Online, the netizens mocked me relentlessly. Only one person, Adrian Cross, the so-called genius of the century, spoke up in my defense, his voice dripping with false sincerity, "I believe in River Lowell’s skills. Only he deserves to be my opponent. No matter what setbacks he’s facing, I hope he comes back to the arena and proves himself." In my previous life, the robot I built was identical to his. No matter how I tried to prove he had copied me, Adrian stood before the cameras, wearing his benevolent mask, and said, "It’s fine. This robot can go to River. I can always build something even better." His fans swarmed me, tearing me apart online, and no one believed in my talent. I swallowed the humiliation and vowed to rebuild my robot from scratch. However, when I was assembling it, the Power Core in my kit exploded, shattering my skull. That same night, I was rushed into the ICU. Netizens clapped and cheered, saying I got exactly what I deserved. That night, my girlfriend, Lila Hart, signed the hospital’s DNR consent form without hesitation. Until the day I died, I never understood how Adrian had gotten my robot’s data or why Lila had joined forces with him. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day of the competition.