Parameter Remote Controller Novels & Stories

Arnold rushed to the basement quickly and walked right up to the Haulster ( It was a multipurpose mobile vehicle that was capable of lifting heavy loads. He had designed it specifically to be used in his factories.) He tapped several icons and options on his Digi-watch. This connected it to the vehicle. Now he could control it remotely. In the destination, he typed, ‘ Front Yard’. The haulster began moving forward. The wall slid open the moment the vehicle reached closer. It slid back to its place as soon as the vehicle had passed through.

She brushed her fingers against it before she opened the second drawer. She gasped and this time it almost took her breath. With her eyes wide opened she stared at the huge white dildo in the drawer. It made her wonder what was Marcus going to do to her with all this stuff. She saw a small remote inside and picked it up. She brought it closer to her face to have a good view to observe it, it had a red button in it which she tapped and a tackling sound of something being locked made her jerk up in horror. She turned while using her eyes to scan around the room as she searched for where the noise was coming from. She tapped a green button and a chair rolled towards her. The chair caught her at

He flipped the small remote around as he gave an explanation for another one of his unreasonable gadgets. "If well targeted, it auto connects to the brain and puts a stop to it. It's like you're dead, but your heart's still working." He shrugged, "it was my plan B." "Wow." I grabbed the remote from him. "So I could have used this on my brother the whole time?" I shook my head in disbelief. "That reminds me, I still have to pause two other people, is there a time limit before this wears off?" I wondered. "Nope." He shook his head, "until I press play." He shrugged.

“While you were sleeping, I inserted a small, discreet toy. It’s vibration-only, silent to anyone but you. I control it with this.” Her hand flew instinctively between her legs. She felt nothing unusual, just a faint, internal fullness she’d attributed to soreness. “It’s remote-controlled, with a range of several miles,” he continued, his eyes glinting. “For the next week, at any moment I choose, in a meeting, at dinner, walking down the street, I could turn it on. I could bring you to the edge in a crowded room and leave you there. Or I could let it hum softly, a constant reminder of who you belong to.”

I glanced at Ryan and he just smiled sinisterly at me before he motioned to a black item in his hand. I stared at him in confusion as the plug stopped vibrating, I almost thought I had imagined it until it vibrated again but with more intensity, causing me to shudder and bite down the whimper that threatened to escape from my mouth, and glare at Ryan as I realized what the device in his hand was. The plug remote. "Ryan," I whispered, in a warning tone, which made him chuckle and lean closer to me. "Yes, baby. You want me to make it faster?" He whispered, and I quickly shook my head in negation but he just chuckled and withdrew from me as the vibration slowly stopped.

You could practically do anything you wanted, as long as you could think it. Hanson's bedroom was practically a lab. His bed was a robot — one could make it warm and cosy by pressing the red button at the base of the bed. One could also make it rotate, just for the fun of "traveling while sleeping", by pressing the green button beside the red. There was a little switch at the head of the bed always on neutral. If you pushed the switch up, it raises the bed up — near-ceiling-length — and if you pushed it down, it lowers the bed. In addition to this, all his windows worked on a remote. The remote also controlled his room cabinets. It had just two buttons — open and close.

“Now explain the function of each of these switches and the button.” “The missile launch software and that of this device are different and I couldn’t establish an algorithm that would unite them, that is why I had these switches as a means of manual activation of their motors by remote control. The software for the guidebeam and the joystick receivers were compatible, so you can select a target from the case and activate automatic gyro control.” “Very good, professor. Perfect!” The leader was excited. “And the red button?”

She slid into her chair beside me, close enough that her thigh brushed mine under the table. Her hand moved fast as she slipped something small and smooth into my palm. I closed my fingers around it without looking as my curiosity burned. I waited until Mamma Rosa turned to pour more wine, then lifted the object just enough to see. It was a remote, a small black remote with three buttons: vibrate, pulse, and intensity. My pulse kicked into my throat. I shot my eyes to her. She met my stare, with her lips parted in the tiniest smirk. Then she shifted in her seat, slow and deliberate, crossing her legs like she had all the time in the world.

She wrinkled her fingers and I shake my head at her. “Rubin. Rubin!” I snapped my fingers at her which made her look back at me. “They did not die and they did not resurrect, okay?” I showed her the remote and she stares at it, a bit confused, “ This is a remote control. You use it to turn on the television. You do not use it to kill. The humans inside do not die if you turn it off. It just simply works like that without bringing harm. Do you understand?” She was still surprise at how it works that she barely nodded at me.

Thinking of that decreased the temperature down to a negative. “I can’t bear with this anymore!” I grunted out of my bed. There must be something I could do about the creeping chill. “How do you operate this thing?” My eyes darted at the cooling system attached in the living room. Below sat an inch-sized remote control that had sticks and circles written on them. Were they supposed to be words? I couldn’t tell. He might get mad if I tinkered with it. When I placed my hand, no air blew out from under it. That’s strange. The icy feeling intensified. I held onto my stomach and that’s where the concentration was.