Robot Bigweld Novels & Stories

“Derek retracted. Said it was a mistake. Not you. Security footage—deepfake, he claims. Take the week to recover from marriage problems. Resume Monday. Paid.” Layla laughed—wet, free, loud. “Things falling into place” she said, voice light. Blake grinned, wiping solder from his hands. “One more gift” he said. They stepped outside—gravel crunching, cricket song loud. THUD. A crate hit the porch. The lid creaked open. A second robot—taller, sleeker, silver chassis, blue eyes glowing, muscles defined under silicone skin. Madison laughed. “Since you love robots” she said, “we brought an extra. Keep you and Big Daddy busy.”

he whispered. For a moment Temi did not but stare, then she jerked her arm away. “Alright.” The two approached the dealer again. “We'll take two hundred and fifty. Final” Elijah tried to contain his scowl with a smile. The dealer grunted and whistled. A small robot using a small bottle cork for head, tyres for legs and rubber-like arms sped in. With a closer look to its chest, Elijah could see its motors running. It sputtered and coughed occasionally, leaving a puff of smoke, but seemed to function well.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

He was in defensive mode, trying to barely avoid the raybot’s attack. Chastine was released from the robot’s grip, as the robot was now interested in Juste. She wiped the sludge off her face and analyzed the berserked creature in front of them. Chastine realized it was running on waste material. It was a new technology recently developed by the witborns. It must be guarding the sewers from intruders like them. “Maxill, do you know how to put up a barrier? He nodded. “Then kill it will fire.”

Then turning to Lucy, it did a rapid scan like it did on the other one. While everyone were watching on, an odd expression suddenly appeared across Enboe-21's face. Unable to hide his curiosity, Harry asked, “Is there a problem now, bloke?” Enboe-21 turned to the crowd, explaining, “Those two are totally different robots. While this robot is built with a CR-18 inbuilt formation bolt, the one I fought with was built with one of the highest formation bolts, which is the DX-20. Despite the fact that it was a DX-20, it still managed to exchange blows with me who had a far more surpassing strength and formation bolt due to my QED. . .”