Novel Gadgets Novels & Stories

“I suppose there isn’t much to be expected from a rank 100 privilege. Not even a table or a chair in the room, I guess this is really bare basics. What would rank 1 have? I’m curious now.” The wardrobe door flickered and lit up, scaring Zen. It took him a while to realise this was a smart glass that acted as a news panel. How handy! As expected, the school had really nice facilities. The panel was easy to use, and Zen found himself running through his personal mailbox with the Godfather’s welcome message. In the message, Zen learned that the microchip in his neck had more functions than zapping people. “Open interface!” As soon as the voice was registered, a holographic screen appeared, and

BIG CHECK Now I'm ready to go. It turns out that I should be in the dorm when I remember something. I just forgot to wear my Orvix. If you look at it, it is just an ordinary bracelet but it's far from being normal just like me. It can hide things. The one that looks like Doraemon's pocket. The only difference between him and my bracelet pocket. Here are all my deadly weapons and other valuables. I just have to think of the weapon I want to release and hit the diamond in the middle then poof! I already have what I need. Where did I get it? I did not take it or buy it. I made it myself and invented it. I am the only one who has this. Perks of being a genius. Because I was always lazy to carry

"Well, in all likelihood, they used a tool like the gourd to hide all the treasures." Frank nodded. "Strictly speaking, that's not what the gourd does… You're talking about storage rings or dimensional pockets that modern novels use." "See, that's the problem." Jeeves sighed, appearing spooked. "Just think about it—is such strange stuff possible in this world?" Frank chuckled. "It's not impossible. People have simply yet to achieve or encounter it."

I had left earlier to attend to urgent matters concerning the silly gadget announcement. Sighing, I heaved out a breath as I multitasked, scrolling through my phone, my eyes darting between the screen and my computer monitor. I effortlessly switched between apps, checking emails, messages, and my social media notifications. And just then the corners of my mouth curled upward in satisfaction as I saw the news online. “Breaking News: The Gadget Innovation Company declines business partnership with Alexander Smith and welcomes an exciting new business partner with the well-known Damien Albrecht, the recent owner and CEO of PowerTech Innovation Company”

Elle sighs, “But I want you to go back prepared. I don’t know what we are sending you back to. Charity, can you get her some stuff from the war room?” “Of course,” I nod, a little giddy to be in there with all the cool gadgets and toys. “Come on, Nora, let’s get you some goodies.” I lead her upstairs to the giant room. I put in my access code, the doors sliding open to reveal the space. Weapons of varying size, and type line, the walls. I explain the different gizmos and gadgets, unable to hide my giddiness about being here. “Has anyone ever called you barbie assassin? Because they should.”

"Come with me." He took them to the store of the company where they kept new gadgets that hadn't been put out for sale yet. He showed them different gadgets. "Look at these glasses. They can show you different things on the internet. It's mostly used by people who are taking difficult exams or tests." Gabby took them off his hand and put them on his face. They were bigger than his head. Edwin laughed at his appearance. He placed the glasses back. "Here, this is a special bracelet. It has a tracking device on it. So when one wears it, the giver can always find their location."

Daisy exclaimed, glancing at the gift she had brought to her house. He felt very sure that it meant the gifts brought by them for him. There you can see a sophisticated robotic wheelchair, several electronic devices and boxes that don’t know what’s in them. But Daiy’s strong suspicion that these are all valuable items of high value. Secretly, Nicko heard what they were saying, and he was ready with what steps to take. “Hmm, I’m just waiting to see what you guys do, and don’t blame me if you get crushed!” he broke down in his heart.

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.

Once she was sure the coast was clear, she slipped out a few chips and wires from her clothes—nifty little things she had nabbed from some high-tech medical gear. Those gadgets were usually hooked up with all sorts of wireless tech to make it easy to check out scans on a computer. The guts of these devices, to her surprise, were a dead ringer for smartphone innards. Helma was in the zone, tweaking and tinkering with the chips and wires, trying to MacGyver her own version of a phone.

Not my business. I swipe and tap a little more and find his pictures. Jackpot. There are hundreds. I’ve never seen so many at once. My skin tingles. I am so curious my fingers fumble. I want to draw the moment out. I want the good stuff to be ahead of me, not behind. So I set the watch aside for a minute and dig in my backpack for the small white box with the earbuds. I find it easily and flip it open. The tiny gadgets nestle so perfectly in the case it’s like they’re made by aliens from outer space.