Robot Nutcracker Novels & Stories

Powers the mechanism had never put in a request for, and didn't want to have. Jyro raced down the passageway, skidded into the intersection, and looked in both directions. The robots were to his right. One lay on the deck while the other stood upright, a power tool in its three fingered grasper. It screeched like an animal in pain. The human motioned to Sam. "There it is. Can you translate for me?" "Maybe", the robot replied uncertainly. "What does "translate" mean?" The tool warbled into silence, then started again.

“Apologies for the wait; we were just finalizing preparations.” Mr. Adrian gave a small nod. “No problem. Let’s get started, Miss Santiago.” “Thank you, sir. I know some of you are probably wondering about the cleaning equipment and what’s under this cloth. I promise it’ll make sense in a moment.” She reached over, pulling the cloth off the wheelchair to reveal a robot that looked… half-finished. Wires and metal joints were visible; the skeleton of the machine seemed exposed. The robot’s head drooped forward, appearing almost lifeless.

Jack channeled energy into his fist—the air rippling around his knuckles—and punched the robot's hydraulic joint. CRUNCH. The leg buckled, spewing hydraulic fluid. The robot shrieked electronically, listing to the side. "They're heavily armored!" Jack yelled. "Aim for the joints! The hydraulics!" "There are too many!" Finch screamed. Three more robots landed on the walkway behind them, cutting off their retreat. They were trapped on the narrow bridge, suspended over the vats of bubbling organs. "The conveyor belt!" Jack pointed to the overhead rail carrying the torsos. "Jump!"

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