Doctor Robotnik X Agent Stone Novels & Stories

Gunfire exploded from both of us simultaneously as the machine slammed tables aside chasing directly toward me. Not Jacob. Me. Interesting. The robot grabbed one of Rico’s dead guards and threw the body across the room hard enough to crush another man beneath him. Jesus Christ. “Why is it so strong?!” Jacob shouted while firing again. “Because my family attracts psychopaths!” I slid across the floor grabbing a fallen shotgun from one of the dead guards before aiming directly at the robot’s knee joint. BOOM. The leg exploded apart instantly. Finally. The machine collapsed sideways violently smashing into another table while sparks burst from exposed wires. I didn’t waste time. I walked direct

It was chained to the rock with massive, glowing runes—Taoist binding spells that had been corrupted by time. "Subject 004-Delta," Caleb’s voice shifted slightly, the analytical tone of the AI blending seamlessly with his own observations. "Designation: The Cinder-Husk. Status: Dormant. Threat Level: Extreme." "It's not just dormant," Scarlett whispered, pulling out her jade brush. "It's suffering. Look at the chains. They aren't holding it; they're feeding on it. This thing is a living battery." "Then we put it out of its misery," Caleb said. He didn't transform into his wolf form. Instead, he simply took off his jacket, revealing the intricate, silver tattoos that now covered his arms—the

And very, very unnerving. I swallow down some burning glob that pushes up my throat, and to cope, I switch my attention to my robot. I need a distraction, or else I might just pee in my pants. Sport winks at me, and my already mushy knees start to wobble. Darn him and his good looks. And then Miss Botox decides now is the time to be efficient. “They’ve done a DNA test, Doctor.” I curse in all the languages I don’t know in my head and make a sound that’s a cross between a slurp and a snore — something like a dying hamster ― completely unintentional, I must add.

"As long as you're there, it's enough! Just keep him stable for three months. Once the World Firewall is repaired, I'll send you back immediately!" Desperate, it offered me a deal. "Not only will I restore your emotions, but I'll also give you a 50-million retirement bonus!" I paused to calculate. 50 million dollars was more than enough to secure a carefree life. So, I accepted. When I opened my eyes again, I was standing in front of that familiar hillside villa. The gates were wide open. Caspian Stone stumbled out in a rush. Two years had changed him. His face was shadowed, his gaze sharp and violent. The moment he saw me, the madness in his eyes shattered, replaced by disbelief.

he whispered. For a moment Temi did not but stare, then she jerked her arm away. “Alright.” The two approached the dealer again. “We'll take two hundred and fifty. Final” Elijah tried to contain his scowl with a smile. The dealer grunted and whistled. A small robot using a small bottle cork for head, tyres for legs and rubber-like arms sped in. With a closer look to its chest, Elijah could see its motors running. It sputtered and coughed occasionally, leaving a puff of smoke, but seemed to function well.

Enboe-21 turned to the crowd, explaining, “Those two are totally different robots. While this robot is built with a CR-18 inbuilt formation bolt, the one I fought with was built with one of the highest formation bolts, which is the DX-20. Despite the fact that it was a DX-20, it still managed to exchange blows with me who had a far more surpassing strength and formation bolt due to my QED. . .” As if remembering something, he turned to Hanson and began to scan his face. Then an eccentric smile crept into the robot's face. “As expected. . .” Before Enboe-21 could finish his words, Harrison jumped up, “I knew it he was guilty! You can change your robot, but you can't change yourself!” With an

Thinking he had outsmarted the situation, Rupert was unaware that Jordan was not as naïve as he thought. "I know who you are now. You're Luca's uncle!" Jordan clenched his fists. "Give me back the Nightstems!" Jordan pressed the robot's switch and commanded it to charge forward to reclaim the Nightstems. However, unlike MAVIS, this robot did not contain an AI. It was useless in a fight. "What a piece of junk. Go to hell!" Rupert kicked the robot, causing it to fall with sparks flying. "Oh no! My robot!" Jordan rushed toward his robot.

Her movements in turn woke Helios, who snapped up, Alert. He calmed when he saw it was just the Doctor, his hand reaching to brush his sister's hair gently "Arte, time to wake up. Dr. Stone is here", he said, helping to lift her into a sitting position while she was half asleep. She lifted her hand and rubbed her eye, yawning.

Hitting enter, I watch as an IronWall Prison's record comes up, a profile picture and information side-by-side. "Heavy Metal," I say, reading over his information. "Your skin is encased in a hard, almost impenetrable steel. You're not exactly flesh, are you? You should be able to retrieve everything that darn Doctor needs and you should more than be able to handle the OutCasts. Servant-Bot!" My servant-bot comes hovering out of a room and into the hallway. I type in a command and send it over to the servant bot. "Understood, Master," Servant-Bot says before flying over. Meanwhile, I walk to my throne. There, I watch everyone.

She nodded, moving fluidly to position. Bram checked his rifle. “I don’t see any drones. Shouldn’t there be drones? Why aren’t there drones?” A mechanical clank answered him. “Oh no,” he whispered. “There they are.” The walls split open. Spider-like constructs unfolded from the stone—sleek, white, surgical, too many limbs and too few weaknesses. Ciro hissed, “Medical chassis. Repurposed. They used to assist in robotic surgeries.” “Now they’re here to carve us,” Bram said, raising his weapon.