R O B O T I C Unscramble Novels & Stories

Its square head, equipped with two eyes, clumsily held her cup. Jessamine couldn't help but laugh. "Lucas, this robot looks a bit ugly. And why are its eyes red?" Lucas ran over with the remote control. "Mommy, there are actually two cameras hidden in its eyes. You can record commands for it, and once I record your voice, you can command it to do things." "It's so advanced?" "Of course, its name is Cortexa. It can only do some simple things now, but I'll add new functions to it, like going upstairs, mopping the floor, and fighting."

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!

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When it was 5 in the evening Arnold signaled his trusted Assistant Roasty. He had designed the robot in such a way that it couldn’t be controlled by the others and it responded to the commands given only by him. If someone else tried to control Roasty it would shut down instantly. “Roasty, You have to keep a watch on, screen number five. You should be able to see me at all times. In case you see me in danger deploy Squadron Spice ( A team of robots that have varying capabilities just like spices) to rescue me. Is that clear.”

It sputtered and coughed occasionally, leaving a puff of smoke, but seemed to function well. The dealer wrote something on paper and gave it to the robot. It immediately left with the paper. The dealer brought a form and asked them to sign. Elijah leaned closer to her to read. In summary, it was an agreement of transaction between the two parties without coercion. There were gaps asking for name, witness and signature. Temi filled the details and wrote false names while Elijah watched. Alpha had warned them about this to prevent more trouble. Nervously waiting for the robot to return, Elijah gripped the plastic chair he sat on. What was taking so long?

"You're... You're not bleeding." "Sorry to disappoint you, little wolf." Ragnar walks forward, his boots echoing off the stone floor like a countdown till he is right in front of me. Up close, his golden eyes are almost hypnotizing, making it feel so natural to do whatever he wants. He could have fooled me with his white coat and stethoscope, but the image of the hooded man with a scythe isn't so easy to forget. "How are you not bleeding?" I struggle for the words. "Interesting, isn't it?" He leans down, lifting my chin. "Just like how you're still alive."

The mother checked the progress of her daughter who was unpacking things in the room. Some boxes are open, and chaos in the room can be seen in various directions. "No mom." The girl looked around to confirm one by one the contents of the box that had been scrambled by herself. "I guess..." She faltered at the end, unsure if her memory might be wrong.

With four unrecognizable women! “Calm down, doll. We're the nicest among everyone working for madam Horton so you're in safe hands with us, alright? We're just going to clean you up and dress you up to look good for Mr Rover” the first woman in a flower patterned apron said and I frowned.

“I know you won't agree, that's why I've made a breakthrough, kid! Remember, your uncle is still supporting you!” All eyes were on Frans, then not for long. After the uncle pressed the button in his hand, something came out of the room. And all eyes were shocked, even me. A robot that was still in a large mirror came out of the room. A robot that really looks like me, really. There is nothing at all, it's just that the robot's eyes still don't move and just stare ahead. "This is what uncle made these few days, I'm sure some of you are confused and even suspicious of me. But do you doubtown youruncle , son?" Frans looked at Aldo. Damian and I immediately stood up awkwardly and were sure that

“Apologies for the wait; we were just finalizing preparations.” Mr. Adrian gave a small nod. “No problem. Let’s get started, Miss Santiago.” “Thank you, sir. I know some of you are probably wondering about the cleaning equipment and what’s under this cloth. I promise it’ll make sense in a moment.” She reached over, pulling the cloth off the wheelchair to reveal a robot that looked… half-finished. Wires and metal joints were visible; the skeleton of the machine seemed exposed. The robot’s head drooped forward, appearing almost lifeless.