Blades Rescue Bots Toy Novels & Stories

The sex bot lay on a sterile white bed. Emerson recognised the boy now. This was the kid, Leroy, who had come to his company to sell them a wack sex robot with an iron penis that wouldn't definitely injure a woman's hole. He was also the kid who had ‘this’ sex bot, Porsche, delivered. “Ten... nine... eight...” The boy’s voice in the video counted down. Each number was a whisper of hope. Unconsciously, Emerson began mouthing the countdown. “Seven… six… five…” His voice was barely audible, but he stopped himself at “three,” shaking his head. “Stop it, Emerson. This is not a countdown for a show.”

Nate said seriously. Before I could answer— Jay zipped past him with a wide grin. “Mommy look! My new robot dances! Watch—” The robot crashed into Zane’s leg. Zane didn’t mind. His eyes lit up. “Cool! Let’s pretend it’s a space alien!” He grabbed a pillow and made it a “shield,” running across the room. “Stop running!” I called, but it was useless. Lily stood beside the toy box, touching the new dresses gently. “Mommy, they feel so soft… do you think the colours will make you happy?”

"Let's see if you can escape from me," Brett asked while looking around him. There are eight small blades in his hands. He considers these as his new favorite toys since he bought them from an auction in New York. The eight blades are made from high qualiy stone and they are worth million dollars. Brett only brought these treasures because he wanted to show these off to Adam and Chandler later. But it seems he'll use them as his weapon this time.

I say, pointing as two more scrap metal robots jump and bite down on SpeedBlade's sword. "Hey! Get off!" SpeedBlade tries to shake them off but their teeth are practically embedded into the blade. The sudden added weight must have thrown SpeedBlade off balance. As he tries to shake them off, he instead falls to the ground himself. "My sword," he shouts. His sword is only a few feet from him. He reaches over to try and grab it but I grab his feet and pull him back. "What are you doing?" "Saving your shining butt," I answer. I look back at the sword as the two scrap metal robots drag it away. It disappears into the group of oncoming robots. I check the other two and see they're not doing much

"We can offer you a team of four mechanical patrol bots to establish a basic perimeter guard. We can not offer you direct control over their programming, but we do allow you to designate priorities. You can designate an area that they must guard at all costs for example." "What kind of armament will they carry?" "The bots are licensed to carry anti-personnel and light anti-vehicle weapons. It won't stop even a light mech, but they can and will shoot down any aircars crashing in your direction. If you happen to upgrade your contract with a couple of million credits, we can augment your guard with a pair of our proprietary Arcbots. They possess enough firepower to fend off a light mech long en

Because his wounds were still healing, the medical robot could help him recover faster. To avoid attracting suspicion, he had to stay there for a while before he was able to leave. Linux got up and glanced over at Hex's vitals on the floating screen. His wounds were still healing and all the micro bots had been removed from inside his body. Linux looked at the microbots under the magnifying glass. These were what Connie had brought over to use on military robots. It was highly lethal and crude. The most sought after feature was that it caused instant death. Death was especially horrible and there was no way to be saved. Linux did not think that he would find it on Caleb or that Hex could hav

"Attention, Asset. You are protecting a biological hazard. Stand down, or we will deploy the defoliant." "I'm not an asset," Leo shouted back. His voice was amplified by the air pressure, booming like thunder. "And this isn't a hazard. It's a sanctuary." "It is a weed," Ironwood replied. "And we brought the Roundup." The armored harvesters the Reapers moved forward. Blades spun on their fronts massive, serrated discs designed to cut through the giant cornstalks. Nozzles on their sides began to spray a white mist.

I would never hurt my own kind unless threatened. Stralath nodded. Bobby stepped towards the wide window. "I need space, so I don't hurt anyone. Observe. And please don't kill me." "Don't waste our time." Stralath waved a hand. Bobby pulled up his sleeve and extended his right arm. A long bony blade shot from his wrist, and everyone stiffened. "This is our barbed spike. It's a little different from the barbed creatures on this planet—ours is made of a stronger material and can cut through most prey or enemies."

He didn't want to disturb the moment of connection between the two, but because of the little brotherly affection he still had left for Axel (who was probably being tortured outside), he had to intervene. “Helena,” he called softly. “Ask Mateo to collect those robots. Axel is still outside.” “Oh, right...” Helena blinked, returning to reality. Only then did she remember that there was a horde of silver steel robots wreaking havoc in the residence and that poor Axel's arm was still trapped in the claws of one of them. She stepped back slightly and held the boy's little face. “Honey, could you call them back? Uncle Axel needs help.” Mateo nodded obediently.

“Derek retracted. Said it was a mistake. Not you. Security footage—deepfake, he claims. Take the week to recover from marriage problems. Resume Monday. Paid.” Layla laughed—wet, free, loud. “Things falling into place” she said, voice light. Blake grinned, wiping solder from his hands. “One more gift” he said. They stepped outside—gravel crunching, cricket song loud. THUD. A crate hit the porch. The lid creaked open. A second robot—taller, sleeker, silver chassis, blue eyes glowing, muscles defined under silicone skin. Madison laughed. “Since you love robots” she said, “we brought an extra. Keep you and Big Daddy busy.”