Anakin Skywalker Robotic Hand Novels & Stories

If he wanted to help, if he cared, he would have found a way to separate the Djinn from my father! I slam my prosthetic hand onto the table, hating that it has no feeling. I yank off the thick glove that I always wear, staring at the robotic hand that’s attached to my wrist. Another reminder of the past, and one that has crippled me. Making me weaker than I could have been, not that I let it stop me. Resentment flares through me and I snap the box shut, closing off my mind from the memories that continue to haunt me. I hate them all…

I want something to keep my brain distracted from the swirling thoughts in my head. Skyr decided to let me continue my agility when it comes to dodging. He configured the robot dummy to hit at a somewhat slow speed. “If you don’t learn to balance yourself and widen your stance, you will surely lose your footing.” As soon as he said that, the robot threw a punch. I stepped sideways and tripped on my other foot and fell on my butt. “See?” Skyr said and offered me a hand to help me up. I grabbed his hand and allowed him to help me - my shoulder slightly burning at the action.

He enjoyed the warmth of his son’s head resting against his shoulder. “Alright, I’m coming! Just let me have a moment with my boy!” Mark barked at Irena after she placed her petite hand on his shoulder. Irena smiled while watching Mark stand up after holding his son for three minutes. She took Mark by the hand and guided him over to a robotic exoskeleton suit he needed to put on. “You must wear this robotic suit to fight 2Pac,” Irena told Mark. “The suit has a lot of unique features including Ghost Mode.” Irena pointed at a silvery button on the side of the robotic suit’s arm.

He hesitated for a moment. "This is a bit embarrassing. Looking at it… it feels like I'm transplanting someone else's private part." Still, in order to cap off his second ever fabrication, he had to complete this step. With a sigh, he ordered a robotic arm to grab hold of the codpiece and lift it up. The triangular decoration was not made out of exceptional materials, so the arm had no trouble lifting it up. When Ves made sure the alignment fit the design specifications, he pressed the final button and let the arm firmly attach the codpiece to its rightful place.

Lucas came to greet it from afar, clapping his little hands and jumping happily. Thaddeus crouched down on one knee to look at Lucas at eye level. "Call me Daddy, and I'll teach you how to control it." Lucas pursed his lips and called out indifferently, "Daddy." Thaddeus found a bit of solace for his wounded heart in his son. He picked up his phone and patiently demonstrated it to Lucas. This robot was the third version and had basic functions like pouring water, serving dishes, opening doors, and playing music.

The robot spat out a reply, “Who’s your daddy? I’m your daddy! Pfft, pfft, pfft!” The people in the hall exchanged awkward looks, clearly enjoying the couple’s embarrassment. Christina couldn’t hold it in anymore. She was doubled over laughing in Sean’s arms. Anson, who loved messing around, hurried over and whispered, “Professor Wayne, can I try it too?” Since he asked politely, Wayne tilted his chin up and handed him the controller. The moment Anson took over, the robot started zooming around wildly. He pressed the wrong button, and suddenly the robot pulled out a wooden mallet, chasing Patrick and Lila around and whacking their heads.

"I've found a way to heal your hands." Isolde's pupils contracted sharply. Her breath stopped. Bruce looked at her and spoke with firm certainty. "Once they're healed, your hands will be as good as new. They'll be just as flexible and strong as before. You can keep programming, continue your AI and bionic robotics research, and keep doing whatever you want. "You don't need to change anything, Isolde. You only need to be yourself." Isolde stared at Bruce in stunned disbelief. His words struck her like lightning, leaving her ears ringing.

it teleported. One second it was twenty feet away. The next, it was swinging the blade at Silas’s head. "NO!" I roared. I didn't use a weapon. I used the change. My right arm shifted completely, the chrome scales expanding into a massive, jagged claw. I blocked the energy blade, the impact sending a shockwave through the room that shattered several of the glass pillars. The machine paused, its silver screen flickering. "Analysis error. Subject 01 is exhibiting non-simulated organic-metallic growth. This is not possible."

I needed to add my left hand. That will be later, I'll need Roberts for this.

He expected that reaction already from Aiden but still Chairman Alberto was a little bit disappointed. "I will create my own humanoid robot and I will call it as Francis 1.0. I'll make you proud, Chairman. I'll promise that." said Aiden in his mind.