Robot Stories Novels & Stories

He's my younger brother who happened to be in my class back then in school. Father's favorite. Father did everything for him and left me to build myself. Well, I am glad he did so. If he didn't, I might as well still be in his house, hoping to have my breakfast from his table. The company was busy like every other day. We were working on a project. A video game software that would enable players to communicate with each other and sell and advertise their products. The project is paired with Ainsoft Robotics. Their company partnered with mine to create a robot that looks exactly like the ones in the video game. These robots can be operated with the game.

Gunfire exploded from both of us simultaneously as the machine slammed tables aside chasing directly toward me. Not Jacob. Me. Interesting. The robot grabbed one of Rico’s dead guards and threw the body across the room hard enough to crush another man beneath him. Jesus Christ. “Why is it so strong?!” Jacob shouted while firing again. “Because my family attracts psychopaths!” I slid across the floor grabbing a fallen shotgun from one of the dead guards before aiming directly at the robot’s knee joint. BOOM. The leg exploded apart instantly. Finally. The machine collapsed sideways violently smashing into another table while sparks burst from exposed wires. I didn’t waste time. I walked direct

Chelsea ordered the robot after the crowd has drawn her attention. "At your service madam," the robot responded in a robotic voice while parking the car beside a large glass storey building. Chelsea walked towards the report desk, people perved way for her when they saw her approaching in a frightened manner. Chester looked around the whole place and saw that they all seemed hopeless, Karen and Chester followed Chelsea at a closer range as if not wanting to part from her. The whole place was fenced by rays and the robots stood on guard carrying bigger electric guns, when Chester looked back at the place where they had parked their car, he saw a helicopter which made him wonder.

I just hoped that Alex would just note this under 'Weird Things Humans Do' and just allowed me to live with my own embarrassment. But little did Shantal know that Alex would never see her actions as 'weird.', if anything he even saw it as part of the normality, After all, the robot was designed to be a romantic partner. He was a boyfriend bot so it only goes without saying that he was programmed to go through all these motions of holding someone.

Noah looked at me with half-closed eyes, still fighting off sleep. “Noah, are you sleepy? Let’s sleep now,” I said while gently stroking his hair. But suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked at me with sadness. “Mommy, the red robot is broken.” I paused for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah, Mommy heard. Auntie Emily didn’t mean to, right?” Noah nodded, lips pouting. “That was Noah’s favorite robot… Mommy gave it to me.” “I know, sweetheart.” I leaned down and kissed his forehead. “Mommy will buy you a new one, okay? The exact same one.”

He paused, waiting for the room’s reaction. A petite woman raised her hand shyly. “I have a question about the robot, Sir.” “Go ahead,” Mr. Adrian said. “Will the robots do the chores like humans do? What if they malfunction?” she asked. “That’s a good question, Jenny. Have a seat,” Mr. Adrian replied, and the woman sat back down. “As Jenny asked, the robots will perform the chores perfectly, maybe even better than humans when fully charged. To prevent malfunctions, each robot will come with a manual, so owners will know how to operate them properly…” Mr. Adrian continued speaking, but I could feel my eyelids growing heavy.

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.