Robot Head Invincible Novels & Stories

It fell to the ground rolling, but got to its feet with such agility that it made the others who watched marvel. As it was about to charge at Masterchief, growled in pain, dropping to its knees. Vira threw her little daggers, severing the tendons on the beast's heels. It was incapacitated at this point, bleeding from the hand and both legs. In anger, it made one last desperate attempt at the Masterchief, but he swiftly took off its head. Master Chief was known for his incredible speed. Many even wondered if that was humanly possible. He sighed and looked at Vira as she walked toward him.

Kaya POV They say heartbreak makes you stronger, whoever said that never had to build a robot from scratch. It takes a few sleepless nights and a whole lot of coffee, but I get it done, and I complete my design. A hyper-realistic robot stands in front of me, Tom 2.0, six foot four, shoulders like a linebacker carved from steel and synth-skin, messy brown hair, and a chiseled jaw that could stop traffic. He opens his eyes when he senses me. “Welcome back, Sweetheart,” his voice says softly and smoothly

A satisfactory smirk formed on his lips but it quickly vanished when the arm of the robot regenerated. “ What!” He half yelled and Alvara and Hudson watched in dismay, their jaw dropped open. A robot grabbed Ben by his arm, flinging him off as he crashed on the wall. “ Dad!” Hudson yelled. Another robot grabbed Leriel by the neck, marking a cut on his neck but it wasn’t that deep. Blood rolled down as Leriel struggled to break free from its grip but the robot held his neck tighter, sending him to the wall too. Uncontrollably rage ran through Hudson and Alvara.

A detailed document popped up in another tab and my eyes skimmed through the page, landing on what I was looking for. "It does", I breathed, barely able to speak now from the pain. "Apparently, there's a wire at the back of their neck base. If we can cut the wire, the bot is rendered incapable". "That's surprisingly easy", Vivo put in, sounding gruffly sexy. "Any other thing on there?", Claude dismissed Vivo's statement, addressing me with another question instead. "Yes", I responded by luck. My eyes blurred as I tried to make out the letters and my gums began to throb.

But I could handle and deal with this later…while she’s still alive. “Mikhail.” That was all I said, and it was enough. My robot appeared without a word, his eyes on me as he used his high titanium properties to power the door, and get it permanently shut…the only thing that would open it would be a retinal scan from me now.

One wrong move from Byron and it might consider him a threat and electrocute him. But not if I can awaken its human consciousness. In which I hope isn’t someone loyal to Ylgarr. ‘Byron, you still have my other gloves with you?’ I reached through my twin using our connection. ‘Yeah. Why?’ ‘What kind of meta has me captured? And do you think that you could take care of it?’ I saw Byron looking in my direction from the corner of my eyes and studied me. ‘It’s a hammerhead. I’m not sure how thick its skull is now that it has been amplified, but if I borrow the strength from your gloves, I think I can.’

"I’m efficient. Now, come. Your father is waiting." They raced for the rooftop. The wind was a hurricane now. Standing in the center of the helipad was a robotic monstrosity. Ten feet tall, plated in matte-black armor, with a transparent chest cavity. Inside the chest, a brain floated in glowing fluid. The Original Subject. "Order is eternal, Aradaa," the machine boomed. "Chaos has no goal. You are just a noise in a perfect song." Kaelor shifted, his body bruised and bleeding. He looked at Aradaa. "Tell me what to do."

That only further proved Yancy Junek's finesse with technology, inventing a vehicle that could hide her presence. "Come on in. What are you waiting for?" The android head beckoned, and Frank teleported into the RV right then. The pretty face inside was tall and slender and had her hair trimmed short. Looking upon Frank in admiration, she passed him a glass of red wine as she said, "This RV is built with the purpose of stopping projected souls from getting in here. I'm surprised it didn't work against you, but I also have my poor luck to blame for running into someone like you."

I thought to myself. The figure stalked towards me and reached for my throat. I growled and grabbed its wrist. The figure ripped its hand from my grip and grabbed my waist and threw me over its shoulder. So this is how you wanna play? Can do robot. I rocked my feet up to flip it over. I landed on my back. The figure's head a was bent and a little broken off. I gripped the broken head and ripped it off the rest of the way. By now I had a crowd.

Rick ran across the giant robot’s arm while conjure the spirits of a panther and a cheetah before slashing across the robot’s head. He jumped off the omegation long enough for me to discharge my black electricity straight through the robot body, short circuiting it from the inside out. As the robot laid crumb on the ground the vanity agent operating it tried to escape out of the hatch of the machine. But I casted a green and pink construct of a boconstrictor to wrap around his body before pinning him to the grounds. “Where de yog think going?,” I asked as I flew toward him.