Robot Head Invincible Novels & Stories

The robot’s head drooped forward, appearing almost lifeless. “As you can see, the robot isn’t powered on yet. To activate it, simply press the power button on top of its head.” She demonstrated, and as soon as she pressed it, the robot’s head lifted. Its eyes flickered to life with a bright yellow glow as it rose from the wheelchair. Then it spoke. “Hello, Master,” it greeted, looking directly at Miss Santiago. “I’m ready to carry out your orders.” Gasps rippled through the room. Everyone was transfixed.

Spider Queen charged at the Dodge Tomahawk like a tiger out of the cage. Nicole sat in the cab, looking at the live footage transmitted back by the Dodge Tomahawk. She sneered and linked the instrument to her head. The instrument looked like a cute and delicate hat, but it could perfectly create a seamless connection between the nerves of the human brain and the core drive of the robot. This was also the root cause of the invincibility of first-generation robots. Indestructible steel could be defeated, but if steel was given a human consciousness, it would become a terrifying existence.

There was no way Vincent had any hand in its design. An old gentleman who served as Vincent's personal assistant led him to an indoor sports arena where Vincent was boxing against a bot. The artificial boxing bot fought back with brutal intensity. Even if its entire body was padded, the force of its steady strikes were so punishing that if Ves faced its punch, all of his teeth would be knocked out. "Hah!" Vincent took a glancing blow in exchange for delivering a solid smack against the bot's face. The robot's head shined yellow as it indicated the amount of damage it received.

I managed to laugh, though it only lasted a couple of seconds because of the pain which surged through my neck. I moved my hand to hold onto wound in an attempt to relieve the pain, but it didn't do all that much other than remind me of the scar which I was going to have left once it had healed. I was also reminded that Link was the one who did this to me. But then I remembered what Kyros told me. Alpha James had drugged him and messed with his mind, he was nothing more than a weapon in that asshole's game, a game I didn't want to play anymore.

Strong. My smile grows. "Thank you for saving me from facing Lars." "You're welcome," Robin's chocolate eyes briefly soften before hardening again. "Wait here." "Roger." I stand up from the couch and have to crane my neck to offer Robin a smile. It's a reminder that the guy is well over six feet tall with massive muscles—he is a force to be reckoned with. I watch him walk into the hallway. He is about to open the door when a terrible scene of him getting shot in the head plays in my mind. It makes me stand up from the couch.

"How dare you? Are you still planning to escape! You're such a fool! Why grab me, if you want to escape? You should've attempted to run in the opposite direction. Or have you become mad?" Enraged, the Avatar of the Bloody Red Humanoid figure, Roared. He freed his hands from the Black Being's grasp, then directly used his bare hands to hack and mutilate the Black Being's body. Then, he retracted his trident. Which he then used to separate, the head of the Black Being. Before squashing and swallowing it.

Agnes’s breath caught in her throat. Victor bore almost no resemblance to the boy she had grown up with at the Vance Gym. His skeletal frame had been brutally expanded, reinforced with jagged dark silver cybernetics that jutted out from his spine, shoulders, and chest. His eyes were entirely black, glowing with a cold, mechanical crimson HUD. The dark silver serum coursing through his visible veins bubbled furiously, generating a localized bio-magnetic vacuum that made the air around him ripple with dark, negative electricity.

S Army, becoming a massive joint enterprise that manufactured robotics for the American cause. It was only months later that Axion announced its breakthrough-the IRON chip. It was at that moment that the Washington walking machine became a thing of the past. The Inter-neural Response Optimization Network was to combat robotics what the jet engine was to aviation. Tapping into the human cerebellum, the IRON chip did what no software could-flawlessly balance a bipedal robot. With Axion's IRON chip being sold exclusively to the United States, the first mechs were born.

Although I was aware that the figure before me was merely a robot, I couldn't help but feel the crushing shame sweeping over me, leaving my face burning with embarrassment. 008 didn't seem to notice anything unusual. He kneeled beside me and gently pulled me into his arms, saying, "I've detected an injury, Ms. Zeller. I'm going to switch to first-aid mode now. Please remain still as I conduct a full-body scan." 008 was a robot specifically designed for me by my in-laws. He was designed to look exactly like Kenneth but with an even more idealized physique. His skin, crafted from a special synthetic material, was indistinguishable from human skin.

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.