Poppy Playtime Robots Novels & Stories

It was the spring season, perfect for every girl and boy, man and woman. Two children were playing on the playground. Or more like fighting. "You can never win against me, " the little boy said, patting girl's forehead. The girl tried to reach him, but he was slightly taller than her. How can he be taller? He is just six, the girl thought. She pouted in annoyance at the rude behaviour of the boy who she didn't even know! "I will tell my mom that today I met a girl who actually plays with robots and not with those pinkish-pinky dolls, " the boy said while laughing loudly, gripping a grey coloured talking robot in his little finger by its antenna.

Before I could start, Reynolds’ wife, Linda, entered, her robe tied tight, her smile kind but tired, followed by their two daughters, the younger one from the door and an older one, maybe twelve, carrying a tray of cookies and juice. “Hi, you’re welcome to our home, you must be hungry,” Linda said, setting the tray down, her voice gentle. “Thank you Ma’am, and I’m sorry for intruding into your home by this time of the night,” I replied with a nod and a smile. She just waved her hands and smiled back. The girls hovered, the younger one giggling, the older one eyeing me curiously. “Come on, girls, it's time for bed. Let’s leave daddy to discuss work,” Linda said, but they lingered, the younger

the robot replied. Tiesto patted its head too. This little thing was really clever. ***

She saw Andrik and Zayden stood up but Zayden sat back down while the former rushed to her to assist her to her seat. When everyone was already seated, a text appeared on the screen in front that reads, “THE GAME WILL NOW BEGIN”. Robots walked in and stopped in front of each of them. These robots this time looked like real female human beings. They’re each holding a transparent bowl that has small pieces of rolled paper inside on one hand.

As soon as the call was connected, Jayden burst out, "Russell, what the hell kind of inferior product did you design!" Russell pretended not to understand, "Did Mr. Fenton bought something from us that were not up to standard? You can apply for a refund and return for any product sold by the Blossom, as they all come with after-sales service." Jayden gritted his teeth and said, "I'm saying, it's this robot you built! It went crazy and now it's pinning me down on the floor, refusing to let go no matter what!" "Are you talking about Luna?"

Xenois's hand tightened briefly on my waist. "Of course. Celeste, why don't you check on the boys?" I nodded, understanding the dismissal. As I walked away, I felt Romano's eyes on my back. The triplets had gathered around a robotics display, watching a mechanical arm build something. "Mom!" Troy exclaimed as soon as he saw me as he pointed. "This robot can build anything! Can we have one?" "I don't think that would fit in your playroom," I laughed, a little bit grateful for their distraction.

That left me free to do what I did best, watching people and enjoying the admiration of those who couldn't help but stare. "Hey Andrea", Mia called to me from a distance. "Sweetheart you are breathtaking" I complimented knowing fully well that I was the one supposed to get that compliment. "Thank you, but we both know you are real goddess here" Mia countered, and we laughed it off. "Here is your present" I said and handed her the box. "Should I open it now?" Mia asked, obviously happy and impatient. "Nope, not here, there is a vibrator inside" I winked at her at the last statement I made.

He scooped me up in a hug, his body trembling with joy. I couldn't help but touch his abs and say, "You're really different from those ordinary robots. If I had met you for the first time, I probably wouldn't have realized you're a robot." 008's eyes widened with curiosity as he asked, "What do the other robots look like?" "They…" I trailed off, taking a moment to ponder about it. "I haven't really interacted with other robots, but from what I've heard, none of them have independent thinking."

Millie said, “The next time we see Phillip Mogollon, we should ask whether he has a cellphone we could use to call our parents. Mom and Dad must be concerned about our welfare.” The girls heard a new sound down the corridor. It was like metal shoes hitting the concrete floor repeatedly. Becky craned her neck to see into the dark at the end of the corridor where the noise was coming from. Coming around the corner was a group of a dozen semi-autonomous robots doing acrobatics, like flips and backflips, executing flawlessly. “When I see exhibitions like this, I think about Dr. Sundt, who is a world-class robot designer. Could these intelligent machines be some of her creations?”

Handsome and I exchanged awkward glances. “Miss Jackson, care to explain the ruckus?” Mr. Adrian’s angry voice cut through the tension. I kept quiet, and he rolled his eyes after a few seconds of silence. “I thought as much,” he muttered before turning back to the meeting. “As I was saying, before we were so rudely interrupted…” he continued, glaring pointedly at me and Mr. Handsome, “…this image on the projector shows the sketch for our next invention. A robot designed to help with household chores like tidying up the house, washing clothes, dishes, and anything else you can think of, as long as it’s a household task.” He paused, waiting for the room’s reaction.