Robot Nutcracker Novels & Stories

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.”

And so no one heard her screams as the robot approached her. 'Please Bruno, don't do this,' she begged, trembling as he gripped her wrists again. His penis brushed her arm, a long cold length, and she shuddered. She struggled hard, but the robot had been made for defending human life, and had strength to match the strongest of assailants. Only, now he was the assailant, his fingers bruising her wrist as he dragged it to the bedpost, then looped a leather belt tightly around and fastened it securely in the notch he made with the sharp point of his artificial nails.

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.

“I’ve got that covered.” He spoke a single word that seemed to warp the air. “Volgax, stabilize.” The X-02 robot, which had been lunging toward Bryan, suddenly froze mid-step. Its joints locked. Its whirring servos strained against an invisible force. It was like a fly caught in amber. “Time to move, Classy,” Northstar commanded, his voice strained slightly. Classy didn’t hesitate. He sprinted forward, bypassing the struggling robot’s arms, and placed both hands flat on its chest plate. He closed his eyes, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Intermolecular dissociation!”

Takuto, ever the visionary, came up with a plan that he believed would revolutionize both the world of robotics and the future of education. His robot would have a body made of a soda can—engraved with the “Kimura Industries 1.0” logo—and arms constructed from straws, because straws were versatile, and every CEO needed a signature pen to sign important documents. The core function? The robot would automatically do Takuto’s homework. The solution? Simply glue a pencil to a fan. The day of the presentation arrived, and Takuto proudly displayed his creation in front of the class. However, things did not go according to plan.

They are not allowed to leave and likewise, no one is allowed to enter. Khaid nodded in understanding and stopped at a monitor, surveying Niche’s company tech room. “What's wrong with that?” He pointed at the limp robot on the monitor. “System crash. Overheating. A bunch of other things” Tom responded. He pulled out the chair in front of the monitor and sat gently. He dragged the mouse icon across the screen, maximizing the limp robot. The screen scanned slowly and brought out the skeletal frame of the robot. “How can it be? The launch is in a few days” Khaid's face contorted in a frown.

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.

The teacher moved near a training bot ,and started to hit it, but with each hit, there was a different effect on the bot. When she first hit the bot, her fist moved superfast, as if the wind was carrying her punch. The power display on the bot , showed that the hit weighed 1 ton. On the second hit , there was flames surrounding her fist ,and it created a scorching mark on the bot, The power display showed that the hit weighed 1.3 tons. On the third hit ,her hands flowed along with water ,and when it hit the bot, The power display showed that it weighed 800 kgs.

“Yes, you’re Nicole Dearest. Have some water…” ‘It knows me?!’ Nicole thought. On the side, Clayton took the water and glanced at the robot. “Go play elsewhere.” The robot obediently turned around and left. Nicole frowned. She felt that there was something wrong with this address. “This robot…” ‘Nicole Dearest?!’ Clayton coughed a little and felt embarrassed. His face was slightly red. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have invited you here before I’m done with the system setup. The robot’s system needs to register friends with special records to make the quickest response. When it identifies information, it may have… Sorry, I guess I’ve said too much…”

Shakti clenching her fist Urghhh I m not the mad girl you are an idiot, robot don’t have any feelings. Robot did u say I m a robot......