Doctor Robotnik X Agent Stone Novels & Stories

My smile faded away quickly as soon as I noticed his back parted open and was aiming a knife towards me. I was stunned, stupified for a moment before trying to stop him earnestly, " No. No.. wait.. Hey.. robot.. I'm not any intruder. Your owner knows me." Fuck! It doesn't listen to me! As he approached nearer and I started stumbling backwards,her doorroom flew open in shot like a erupted volcano. Her louder voice bounced against the gravity as she roared towards her home robot unbelievably, " What the fuck? Stressed tomato? Come here! He is my boss, jeez! "

“Apologies for the wait; we were just finalizing preparations.” Mr. Adrian gave a small nod. “No problem. Let’s get started, Miss Santiago.” “Thank you, sir. I know some of you are probably wondering about the cleaning equipment and what’s under this cloth. I promise it’ll make sense in a moment.” She reached over, pulling the cloth off the wheelchair to reveal a robot that looked… half-finished. Wires and metal joints were visible; the skeleton of the machine seemed exposed. The robot’s head drooped forward, appearing almost lifeless.

Embarrassed, Ves turned around while a bot appeared from somewhere and blasted Vincent with cleaning gel. After a dozen seconds passed, the cleaning bot disappeared and a clothing bot took its place. Luxurious fabrics made out of highly resilient fibers spun themselves together under the highly advanced bot's direction until Vincent's clothes materialized in full. "Who's the nerd?" Was the first thing that came out of the client's mouth. "Sir, this is the mech designer you have requested to build your latest mech." "Oh right, you brought me the spare. Ptuh." Vincent spat a big glob of spit at the floor of the boxing ring. "That asshole Edwin thinks he's too hot to sell me his products, and t

Celia leaned on the bed and sighed, "I understand, but I can't be as rational as Zander. Andy is so poor..." Listening to the elders' words, Savannah and Danica could not interrupt, so they casually looked at the medical cabinet of Doctor Stone. Doctor Stone was a traditional doctor, and his medical cabinet was different from that of a Western doctor. It was more abundant inside. In addition to some necessary products, there were also some bottles and cans. In order to distract her own attention, Danica casually picked up one of them and opened it to smell. "Eh?" As soon as she smelled it, she felt that the smell was very familiar.

Even he was gone, knowing he could no longer save me. "A pleasure to meet you, new ladymaid. I am Jones Conrad, the deputy butler of this house. A man in a black and white suit greeted me at the door with a friendly smile. "And you are?" he asked. "Cess Cantrall," I hesitate before answering, giving him a deadpan stare as I observe the smile on his face, wondering if it was sincere working under the roof of the alpha or if he was faking it.

Ga-chi. The grinding in my neck was a constant, tectonic reminder that I was running out of flesh to sacrifice. The stone had hardened to the very edge of my lips, leaving me barely enough room to draw a breath of the ozone-heavy air. I was 92% stone, a living geological anomaly trapped in a body that was finally surrendering its air to the abyss. "The integrity is at zero," Ryan roared over the thunder of the drills. He lunged through the rising brine, catching me by my stone waist as the floor tilted a violent forty-five degrees.

It was wearing a doctor’s coat, complete with a stethoscope hanging around its neck. This was H Group’s latest masterpiece: the AI Doctor—a top-tier AI home assistant programmed to monitor its owner’s health. Right now, the robotic pup’s oversized eyes blinked innocently as it tilted its shiny head, the mechanical voice soft but grating. Chase’s expression darkened even more. He’d been thinking for hours, but still couldn’t understand why Harper didn’t trigger his allergic reaction. “Young Master,” the robot chirped, “as your family physician, I am obligated to remind you about the importance of sexual hea—uh, general health maintenance!”

"That's acceptable. Proceed." Since my superior had spoken, I had no choice but to push down my frustration. After leaving the Tactical Den, I immediately took my terminal to the Shifter Tech-Hut. "The internal circuits are drowned in herbal tonic, and the data-stone is fractured. I’m sorry, Brooke Lawson, but this essence is beyond my retrieval," the technician muttered, shaking his head as he inspected the charred machine. He shoved it back toward me across the stone counter. "Are you looking for a replacement? We have several refurbished units that are efficient for their cost."

The yellow solvent was pouring out now making thick choking clouds that were eating away at the stone walls. "Elowen, the ceiling!" Ryker said. Three drones came out of the elbow joint. They used the pressure of the yellow solvent to blast themselves out of the arms upper forearm avoiding Vesper. They climbed up the stone pillars like brass insects, their spinning saws making a noise that hurt my teeth. "I’ve got the wall!" Kaelen said. He jumped onto the stone mantle, his sword swinging in a wide arc. The frost on the sword hit the lead wall-crawler freezing its metal gears. The thermal shock broke the drone into pieces that fell onto the floor.

"Special Agent and Detective Nora Stevenson. Everyone calls Agent 64." A ripple of shock passed through the room. The name Agent 64 carried weight. Every single man in this room had probably heard it at some point, had probably cursed it under their breath. The DiFronzo brothers exchanged looks of pure disbelief. I had been their ghost, the agent who had hounded them for years, always just out of reach. They knew my alias, but they had never known my face. "You are a cop?" Dant was the first to speak. I met his gaze, saying nothing.