Robotboy Crying Novels & Stories

“Stop it, Emerson. This is not a countdown for a show.” The sex bot on the screen didn’t move. The boy exhaled. “S.O.S. core... still unresponsive,” he muttered. “Maybe next time.” The boy reached for the camera, but before he could turn it off, the robot stirred. The movement was slight—a twitch of a hand, the faintest tilt of the head. The boy froze, his eyes wide. The video ended abruptly. Emerson stared at the blank screen, his heart racing. The boy’s desperation, his unwavering drive—it was haunting. The tablet buzzed: Charging: 25%. Orange bar.

he trembled, trying to hold his ground. "Oh? Then, let’s prove it." I nodded to Zane, who brought my disabled robot onto the stage. Grabbing a steel rod as thick as my wrist, I brought it down on the machine in a hail of blows. "No!" Adrian lunged, but security, who was ready for this, pinned him in place. Helpless, he could only watch as I smashed the bot to pieces, muttering over and over, "System, I won’t change, I won’t change it…"

Tears blurred my vision as my heart broke, causing my voice to crack as I began to sob. “Yes, it’s Bobby, my friend who I was within the city.” He knew what I was about to ask. Suppressing my whimper, I caressed his cheek with my thumb and stroked his hair with my other hand in an attempt to comfort him. “I-it’s… o-okay…Y-your… you’re going to be ok…”

During the party celebrating my promotion, I am in the middle of cutting the cake when a positive pregnancy test report is thrown right in my face. Subsequently, my normally compliant boyfriend, Zachary Zolt, pulls my best friend, Caroline Lotter, into his arms. With reddened eyes, he says, "Winnie, for the past three years, I've stayed by your side, giving you all the emotional support you needed and the respect you deserved. "However, Carol is now pregnant with my baby, and I have to take responsibility. You've always been magnanimous, so don't be petty over a minor matter, alright? Let's part amicably." Our colleagues gasp in surprise before shooting me a look, as though I were a malic

After washing Layla and drying her, Avery went to check on Robert. Robert had already come out of the shower and had changed into new pajamas. He had seemingly recovered, except that the skin on his neck was still red. "Mommy, look!" Robert had already forgotten about the unpleasant experience earlier. He had slept for a while inside the car and felt extremely energetic. He held the toy robot that Hayden had bought him and showed it to Avery. "Hayden bought this for me. This robot can transform! It's super cool!" Robert said as he took out the remote controller to control the robot.

He had this surprise that would make you speechless. I decided to go upstairs to take a shower. Ethan and Bobby were left downstairs in the kitchen, taking care of the goods he bought. While scrubbing my legs, I heard Bobby’s whispers echo throughout the house. I immediately went out of the bathroom and rushed down to the kitchen to see what was happening. I didn’t care if I was naked. Bobby is crying! “Bobby! What’s happened?!” I saw him limping on the ground, crying while trying to crawl to my spot. The sight is enough to make me cry. I kneeled down on the floor to stoke his beaten paw. I heard footsteps coming toward us, and I saw Ethan, who stopped when he saw us.

I quickly finished my coffee, now in haste, and looked for the kid. He was now back in the candy aisle. I cautiously walked towards the unsuspecting kid. I looked around the selections and saw a tiny robot toy. Barely half the size of my palm. It caught my eye and it seems the boy’s, too, since I caught him also looking at it. “You want that?” I crouched and took the toy robot. He looked at me in surprise. Two pairs of caramel brown eyes met; one languid and tired, the other innocent and bright. But both… both have looked at the same woman with love in their eyes.

"Next time anything like this happens, you'll be sent to clean the mine toilets. You have a decent job, but it won't be yours if you continue making such mistakes." Bobby doesn't say a word. Instead, he sniffles. When I look closely, I see tears rolling down his cheeks. He's crying, and it clearly didn't start now, judging by how puffy his eyes already are. I push my chair back and walk toward him, taking the tray from his hands and placing it on the table. "Hey," I say, holding his hand. "Are you okay?" He shakes his head slowly, wiping his cheeks with the back of his free hand.

"He’s an Aegis Prime robot. I think he runs on batteries." Callie’s turquoise eyes lit up. She loved a challenge as much as I did. She stood up, smoothing her designer skirt, and sauntered over to Taye. She did the whole routine—the hair flip, the hand on the arm, the "damsel in distress" eyes. "Taye, is it?" she purred. "I’m starving and the kitchen staff is being dreadfully slow. Do you think a big, strong man like you could find me something... sweet?"

She wiped away the tears with CR tissue. EVERY DAY she is with the man, she shows a different attitude. Different by sex addict, often its mood is different and it hurts him in the middle of sex. Sometimes she could no longer understand what fantasy the man wanted. He came out of the CR and met Mrs. Sophia and Robby's mother. "You look horrible young lady." When he teased, the crying was obvious on his face.