Rescue Bots Name Novels & Stories

“Personal assistant systems. Childcare units. Several obsolete medical bots are still online within underfunded zones.” “Jesus,” Ryle muttered. “It’s testing empathy models.” Marcus coughed a harsh, painful sound that cut through the air like a hammer on glass. “It’s doing more than that,” he rasped. “It’s harvesting emotional patterns.” Lily turned. “Explain.”

The next question came up on the screen. Before anyone could even breathe, Adrian hit the answer button. “Option C,” he said quickly. The judges blinked, surprised. Nobody had answered that fast since the competition began. The whole room went silent for a moment. “Did he just—?” one of the judges whispered. Luke looked at Adrian with wide eyes. “Bro… are you secretly a robot?” Adrian grinned. “If I am, I need better batteries. These questions are getting harder.”

When the upload finally completed, I rushed to check Adrian’s latest data. My gut dropped. His robot had changed into a spider model exactly like mine. Every parameter matched, down to the last decimal. His upload time? One minute before mine. "Too many humanoid bots in the competition this year," his post read. "I’ve decided to use this spider bot instead. If you guys like it, I’ll even send you model kits…" I swept everything off my desk with a violent crash. "How? Why?!" My eyes burned, my control hanging by a thread.

Embarrassed, Ves turned around while a bot appeared from somewhere and blasted Vincent with cleaning gel. After a dozen seconds passed, the cleaning bot disappeared and a clothing bot took its place. Luxurious fabrics made out of highly resilient fibers spun themselves together under the highly advanced bot's direction until Vincent's clothes materialized in full. "Who's the nerd?" Was the first thing that came out of the client's mouth. "Sir, this is the mech designer you have requested to build your latest mech." "Oh right, you brought me the spare. Ptuh." Vincent spat a big glob of spit at the floor of the boxing ring. "That asshole Edwin thinks he's too hot to sell me his products, and t

I crafted my voice like an innocent man who had committed no crime but was just concerned for his account. “Your bank account number is 344563789, right?” a feminine voice sounded at the other end of the call. “Yes, that’s correct,” I answered. “Your name is Gabriel Moretti. Is that right, sir?” “Yes, that’s correct,” I answered again. “We apologize for the inconvenience, sir. But it seems you have to come to the nearest bank branch. It seems your account was frozen by a bot and not by us, sir. Please come as quickly as possible,” the representative said, and just then, I heaved a sigh of relief.

She curved her lips into a smile and held up the small robot that was about twenty centimeters tall. "Martin, Martin, sing a nursery rhyme for us." The little robot immediately started playing a song. "Barbara, this is a product developed by the Martínez Group. How could you not know that before giving command instructions, you should first call the robot's name?'" Haley lightly chuckled. "You became the marketing manager without thoroughly understanding your own family's products. How did that happen?" Barbara’s face instantly fell.

A message from Alison waited for him. "Heyyy" The message read, the extra y's creating an illusion of a real and excited person on the other end. "It's nice to meet you, Andrew." Adding a smiley face emoji to the end of it. Andrew considered his options, to the best of his recollection, he had never seen a bot use his own name. Usually, they'd give a few generic responses before sending him a link to some horrible looking website. This felt different, or at least part of Andrew wanted to believe it was real. He felt like an idiot, hoping that this was a real person, but after several long minutes, Andrew sent a reply.

After all, you are Nash's student. The knots in my stomach faded and only a warm afterglow remained. "Thanks, Allen. I owe you again." Getting to the warehouse was easy. However, getting in was a problem. Sighing in defeat and settling behind some old structure in the distance, I brought out my spy drones. Nash liked to call them capsule bots because of how they literally fit into a capsule. Armed with only a small syringe of poison or tranquillizers, these bots were hardly useful in battle.

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!