Decepticon Robot Novels & Stories

“This is still not similar to kuntilanak. I didn't even show Uncle there was still an Indonesian element. This really irritates me, how could uncle make this ghost to scare us? Will there ever be a ghost like this? Basic!" I was silent looking at Hamdan who was still busy babbling, and still had the opportunity to comment on the shape of the kuntilanak-like robot in his hand. My face was already pale, even though it was artificial. But I can't stand to see someone like that. Hamdan let go of the thing on the floor, then looked at me with raised eyebrows. Hamdan did not ask, but instead took the robot again while looking at me alternately with the strange creature.

But what made my stomach turn was the large black 'X' drawn over the main gate. "Are the jammers in place?" the first Councilor asked. "Yes," the second man answered. "The frequency emitters are hidden in the supply wagons. Once they turn them on, the Silvermoon warriors won't be able to shift. They will be paralyzed. It will be a slaughter." I covered my mouth to stop a scream. The paralysis. The "puppets" I saw in the last vision. It was not just Morvanna’s magic. It was technology. It was sabotage. The Council had planted the devices that froze my father.

Its left arm was a massive hydraulic hammer. "No weapons!" Torque announced. "Man versus Machine. Standard Rust Rules. Two enter, one leaves." Ren’s stomach dropped. In Aegis Online, a Demolisher Droid was a Level 15 mob. Easy for a geared player. In the real world, it was a ton of steel that could punch through concrete. "Leo!" Ren shouted, though his voice was lost in the roar of the crowd. "It has a blind spot on the dorsal sensor!" The droid’s optical sensor glowed red. It revved its drill. WHIRRRRRR.

Colorful graphs and charts illuminated the walls, displaying the performance metrics of our cutting-edge creations. My eyes settled on the central display screen, where a three-dimensional holographic projection of a robot rotated gracefully. This model was the latest breakthrough in our lineup—a guardian with enhanced surveillance capabilities and autonomous decision-making skills. It was designed to safeguard homes, offices, and even high-security facilities. The potential was immense, and today's inspection was crucial to ensuring our success.

I hadn’t even noticed it before. It looked nothing like the estate. It looked like a fortress. There was no visible door, no button, no keypad. Just a tall, humanoid robot sentinel, built into the stone wall like it had grown there. It blinked awake as we approached, mechanical eyes scanning both of us. “What is the passcode?” it asked, voice calm and male. Declan stepped forward, without hesitation. “The Dominions rule,” he answered. The robot paused, then nodded. A soft click sounded—then a hiss.

Karen sighed beside me, dropping my hand from hers and the smile from her face. "Components, Draco," she said. "We gathered a bunch of your TMC's robots after the Dreadnought fell, but have no way to repair them. We'd be useless in Shenzhen." I nodded. "We don't have the luxury of time, here. We need these robots so we have something to defend our forces in. Components will ensure that we know how to build new parts for each robot." We were about a block from the TMC's factory entrance now, and I could hear chanting. A party of some kind?

But I could handle and deal with this later…while she’s still alive. “Mikhail.” That was all I said, and it was enough. My robot appeared without a word, his eyes on me as he used his high titanium properties to power the door, and get it permanently shut…the only thing that would open it would be a retinal scan from me now.

Not anymore. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The descent into the AI fortress was silent but suffocating. Every corridor hummed with buried power. Every wall was etched with programming glyphs – fractal designs that twisted under their flashlight beams. The air felt too clean, too controlled as if the place were still thinking. Victor’s voice returned over comms once they hit the core chamber. “You made it,” he said. Damien’s jaw clenched. “You could’ve told us about the death robots.” “They weren’t programmed to kill you,” Victor replied. “Only to test Elena. If she’d failed, they would’ve… incinerated the island

"I come in peace and wish only a few hours to visit my friends." "Uncle Tahr, you must come and see my new machine," Ashrac immediately responds and I can't help but smile. In dragon form I'm sure my smile looks ferocious and this just causes my sharp teeth to spread further. Ashrac is a young teenager now and is fascinated with electronic devices that don't work in the dragon realms. It's the magic that keep them from doing whatever they were designed to do. Ashrac doesn't care. A few years ago, I brought him a circular robot that cleans human floors in the earth's realm. You would think it was a mountain of gold by how much he coveted the useless item.

Merry carefully looked at the robot next to Nicole again and finally found that it differed from the Dodge Tomahawk she had seen. 'Nicole's robot seems to be darker under its ribs, looking like two thin black patterns, and the overall fuselage has a special texture and mysterious vibe. But the Dodge Tomahawk I remember has no such pattern on it.' Merry sneered at the thought of this. 'Nicole really put a lot of effort into faking it. If it weren't because these two crack-like patterns gave her away, I might have truly believed that this is the actual Dodge Tomahawk.'