Robot Nutcracker Novels & Stories

She even sent me a full article about sex transmitted disease. Now I know I haven't explained the most important part to you yet, how our robots look. They look human, one hundred percent human, with the skin, body warmth and actions. The only way to tell a robot from far away is looking at his left wrist, all robot wear an identification patch there. But other than that they are human like creation, some are made to teach, cook, be nannies, or even sex partners. Anything you can imagine we made the robot do, but don't worry about world domination, they are programmed to self destroy the second they try to hurt a human in any way.

the robot replied. Tiesto patted its head too. This little thing was really clever. ***

“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.”

She smiled before pressing the one button at the back of its neck, and it booted to life, its glowing eyes locking onto hers. The metal wasn't any human...but Drexton. It was a robot built in Drexton's version. "Drex," Lorraine called. "I belong to you and only you, Lorraine," the robot said. Lorraine smiled. **** [IXORA'S HOUSE] Ixora paced around in the sitting room, impatiently waiting for the cup she ordered to be delivered. The doorbell rang and she rushed to open it. "Thank you," she said and hurriedly signed the paper before closing the door.

It couldn't take photos now, could it? Rex brought some tools and dismantled the robot within seconds. Upon checking the chip and internal installation, he said, "This is the model of sneak shot robot that is created by Diana's family and can be turned into anything requested by the clients. It can be controlled remotely but it's weak in distinguishing objects. Besides, it has an obvious weakness. It can't withstand any knocks so my dog can crush it into pieces with a bite." The dog replied with a bark. After dismantling that robot, Rex connected its storage chips to the computer. He then found some photos including the president and a photo that showed the president holding hands with Hilda

Chapter 93 The Alarm The group asked Neptune in unison, "What's in the other crate?" Neptune's digital face beamed with excitement. "Those would be their charging stations, where they'll receive their upgrades." They loaded the charging docks into the cargo hold, and the robots settled in, ready for their journey to the island.

"Thank you, Richard. I'll wait for this robot to finish." "Of course, Mom. You can look forward to it." When I looked at his face again, Richard looked proud. I nodded again, slightly smoothing his hair, which was a little messy from being too excited while I explained the new features of the robot. I remembered that he was talking about the exterior of the robot, which was resistant to fire, water, and high-speed crashes. The system could also speak to him in short and easy-to-understand terms, but for now, Richard said that he had only activated the protection function.

Most of my joints or axis points can rotate 360 degrees, too, but to avoid spinning my head and looking like someone demon-possessed, I content myself with dancing through mainly bobbing my head, wiggling my ears, shaking my butt and wagging my tail. Wait, a minute. Back up… A tail?! I have a tail?! I move across the room as swiftly as I can – i.e. in little, tremulous steps. Gee whiz, I’m like a geriatric robot whose every step rattles and makes a whirring sound. I’m still down on all fours so crawling is a more appropriate description than stepping. My palms and the bottom of my feet have sensor pads that record every contact with the floor while my depth cameras and laser sensors help me

Colorful graphs and charts illuminated the walls, displaying the performance metrics of our cutting-edge creations. My eyes settled on the central display screen, where a three-dimensional holographic projection of a robot rotated gracefully. This model was the latest breakthrough in our lineup—a guardian with enhanced surveillance capabilities and autonomous decision-making skills. It was designed to safeguard homes, offices, and even high-security facilities. The potential was immense, and today's inspection was crucial to ensuring our success.