Quotes Robot Novels & Stories

The bidding ended and a bot was wheeled out, murmurs and gasps sounding to the crowd. "This here is our revolution. This will put a stop to the menace called vampires. We will take back our city." The crowd cheered, quieting as the man continued, " The bot 54 is able to understand voice commands and perform human tasks, like wielding a gun and basic combats. Though limited for the moment, possession of the bots is like having your soldier to do your bidding and with it we can prove to them that we're not lackeys. We will take this city right from under their nose." The crowd hooted and cheered and I gaped at Vanir, who was eerily calm, in horror.

Randolph said disdainfully to Carlo, "Why should I waste my time to joke with you? I still have my seeds to take care of!" He then pressed the button on the robot. The robot said, "Hello. My name is Seven. You can call me Dr. Seven. You can ask me anything related to the seeds or wheat gene. I will tell you anything I know." Carlo and Carlo heard the mechanical voice of the robot and almost fainted. That was why they could not find Dr. Seven even by using the intelligence network of the Duncans. Dr. Seven was not a human at all but a robot!

Valuable assets maybe. “So how we get it is up to us then?” Sol asks, picturing a lengthy gunfight in her least favorite Level 1 Tea shop. “Sort of, here’s a cred chip. The bot is for sale, buy it out. Once you’ve bought it, plant in that key chip plant in the bot’s slot and we’ll know you’ve got it, that’s when we’ll send a message. “ “You need my number?”

Silent: I wipe the water from my mask as I guide the OutCasts through the flooded hallways of my hideout. "How's your courageous leader," I ask. I stop and check inside a room. "It's clear. No trap. Only wet, soggy, robots." I kick one of the scrap metal robots in its head. It sparks and shakes but it doesn't move. "I'm fine," QuickShot says. She pushes herself up and off her bow/walking stick. She then wipes the water from her eyes. "How much longer until we reach Dr. Cho's workshop?"

she wondered, hugging at his blazer as both she and the robot entered the elevator. She hated silence and tried to strike up a conversation with the robot, “What’s your name?” “I am X,” was its simple reply. Amber had a feeling that this was a less complex version of its cousin V. Still, it did its job and brought Amber to Fabian's office before taking its leave.

She lowered the bottle slightly and glanced at the robot. “Are you H2 or H3?” she asked casually.

her question took my drowsy away and changed it into fully-awakened-soul. "What? What news? I was on the television?" I almost lost myself on it after hearing what she said. "It's the launch of the humanoid robot of Gomez Robotics. In all fairness, the robot really looks like a real human." Her voice hinted an astound over Francis 1.0. What more if ever she sees Aiden 2.3? The one who's closely enough to be considered as a real human.

He had two hands which were stretchable and had an appearance like that of tentacles. He had the serial number W1LL but Rosa did not really feel like calling a cute and sweet robot guide with a serial number so she simply called him 'Will'. Sofia loved the name and even she started calling him that. Will flashed a big shy smiley face at the small blue screen at his belly which showed he was happy with the name. Some robots in this time are taught to express some simple emotions and can have varying degress of independent thinking and intelligence.

James was stockier, built like a linebacker, solid and powerful-looking. Once we were all inside and the introductions were done, I led everyone into the living room. “Make yourselves comfortable, guys. Can I get you something to drink? Beer? Or maybe something harder?” John leaned back. "Scotch on the rocks would be great, man.” James nodded with a grin. “A beer sounds perfect for me.” I headed into the kitchen to fix the drinks, and Vera followed right behind me, saying she’d help. As soon as we were out of earshot, I turned to her and whispered, “Okay, what exactly are you up to here?”

Milo exhaled, rubbing his palms together. “Test run first. Just to be sure it doesn’t glitch like the last one.” Rex tapped a small command into the terminal. The robot’s eyes brightened from amber to molten gold — awake. It sat up slowly, spine straight, gaze focused. Rex stepped close. “Unit, respond. State core function.” The robot’s voice was smooth, low, almost intimate. “Core function: provide… ecstatic pleasure.” Milo groused and typed a correction “Fine. Ask something normal.”