Anakin Skywalker Robotic Hand Novels & Stories

more robots, but his first success was his solo project, and that robot was made to be invisible a times, for it can go down to any size, it worked during the war, and killed many of Peril's soldiers even though they were soldiers from his country, that robot came to defend Corn city people, against an ambush that was supposed to end their life, and the president was among them, he was awarded for saving the Mr President's life, and promotion followed, Senior was the head in the clone section and has loved to work with the boy since his first time in Reviving lab, and lastly his prayers got it answer, they became inseparable, Senior had his own private project he was working on, he called h

Although I was aware that the figure before me was merely a robot, I couldn't help but feel the crushing shame sweeping over me, leaving my face burning with embarrassment. 008 didn't seem to notice anything unusual. He kneeled beside me and gently pulled me into his arms, saying, "I've detected an injury, Ms. Zeller. I'm going to switch to first-aid mode now. Please remain still as I conduct a full-body scan." 008 was a robot specifically designed for me by my in-laws. He was designed to look exactly like Kenneth but with an even more idealized physique. His skin, crafted from a special synthetic material, was indistinguishable from human skin.

he trembled, trying to hold his ground. "Oh? Then, let’s prove it." I nodded to Zane, who brought my disabled robot onto the stage. Grabbing a steel rod as thick as my wrist, I brought it down on the machine in a hail of blows. "No!" Adrian lunged, but security, who was ready for this, pinned him in place. Helpless, he could only watch as I smashed the bot to pieces, muttering over and over, "System, I won’t change, I won’t change it…"

“Helena.” She froze at the urgency in his voice. “What happened?” “I have an idea. Actually, more than just an idea. I’ve been doing these for the past months since dad got discharged.” He unfolded a thin tablet, and a holographic schematic projected itself between them, glowing softly in the sterile lab light. Lines, joints, mechanical articulation—all mapped with surgical precision. “A high-precision surgical robotics platform.”

He brushed non-existent crumbs from his shirt. “Let’s get this over with,” he said, his voice carrying perfectly through the dome. “Classy, try to manipulate the titanium in the robot. Bryan, use your fire to melt it. Emma, just stay still and try not to faint. Willz and Mello, draw out a weapon and go for the head when it starts sparking.” Classy, still dodging, called back, “That sounds possible, but I need an opening!” Northstar didn’t smile. He simply raised his right hand, fingers curled slightly. His eyes darkened to that solid, endless black. “I’ve got that covered.”

"Welcome back." I opened my mouth. My voice was hoarse like my throat had been sandpapered. "My hand..." Luke pointed to a tray beside him, where a pile of broken bones and mangled flesh lay. He replied calmly, "It's ruined, but I've prepared a new toy for you." He pressed a button, and a black cloth slid down beside him. Underneath was a mechanical arm giving off a cold, metallic luster. It had a titanium alloy skeleton, bionic neural connections, and a built-in micro-hydraulic system.

It's eyes colour changed to red and looked at us. "Follow now or I take you by force" it said rising above the ground with his nitro powered robotic legs. "Should we run" I asked Belinda I mean Stella but got no response. I looked to my side and she was gone. "Sly" I mumbled Ok let's rock" I said pointing my index finger to the robot and used my kinesis to detach it's left hand. "Oops my bad" I said with an evil smirk. The detached arm flew back to it with nitro powered from it's robotic palms.

Drake–POV Seeing Yuri plummet from the towering mountain height, I instantly shifted halfway, unfurling my dragon wings. I caught her weary form in my arms, simultaneously dodging the laser beams aiming at us. Her unconscious state, etched on her battered face, stirred a pang of guilt within me. Anticipating the next laser beam, I retaliated with magical fire from my palm, dispelling the threat before we took to the skies. As the truck carrying a mixture of hybrid creatures slipped past the security post, relief washed over me. Solomons and Mac had been tasked with its removal, and their success showed that my preemptive elimination of the guards had paid off.

They have guns in their hands, but somehow their hands would not move anymore. They were stunned. The Humanoid looked like it would attack as it leaned its hands in the air and into the wall. The whole place lit up. And behind them, a spaceship that is missing another battery.

Jake, with his robust frame, was a force of nature, his presence a constant, reassuring thrum at the edge of her awareness. Lila's cybernetic limb moved seamlessly with her organic form, a testament to her resilience and adaptability. The once foreign appendage now felt like an extension of her very being, no longer a symbol of loss but of strength. She reveled in the sensation, embracing the harmony between flesh and metal.