Robotization Stories Novels & Stories

They were already speaking to Roberts, for the first time he seemed cheerful to host them but when they saw me, their attention diverted to me. One of them lunged towards me, “Ah, so you are the brilliant mind we’ve heard so much about! Such a young leader, truly inspiring to see the future of robotics in such capable hands.” I smiled back at him shaking his hands firmly, “Thank you, sir.” “ We came to tour and we expected technical discussions, but this changes everything.” The man said with enthusiasm. “I really appreciate this, sirs.” “We are happy to see the woman behind the global success of Nova white, would you mind telling us how a leader of your caliber built this from the ground up

"Master Kam, The new robot has caused problems in the Macrigo branch." Jude's manager said. He had taken the first flight to Albany to report the strange incidents in the company's branch that he headed. Jude came up with an invention that could change the workd forever. A robot that sends electromagnetic waves as nervous response to the human brain. It has the ability to control anything. (Anything it's programmed to control). Jude had kept it in his youngest branch to hide it from prospective creativity hackers and also to test run it. Since the robot was installed in that branch, it had brought more customers and more sales for them (he programmed "attraction of clients and dealers in it

more robots, but his first success was his solo project, and that robot was made to be invisible a times, for it can go down to any size, it worked during the war, and killed many of Peril's soldiers even though they were soldiers from his country, that robot came to defend Corn city people, against an ambush that was supposed to end their life, and the president was among them, he was awarded for saving the Mr President's life, and promotion followed, Senior was the head in the clone section and has loved to work with the boy since his first time in Reviving lab, and lastly his prayers got it answer, they became inseparable, Senior had his own private project he was working on, he called h

"Gaston, if it hurts, just tell me! You can feel pain, can't you? If you're jealous of Ian, then yell at me… scold me! If you don't like what I'm doing, I'll stop. I'll change!" Her sobs grew desperate, frantic. "Gaston, why won't you say anything? Why?" Because the program contained no such command. Because the Gaston before her was nothing more than a machine without emotion. He existed for one purpose: to protect Diane. The one who loved her was me. But a robot has no heart. Without a heart, there can be no jealousy, no anger, no pain. Robots do not suffer. But I do. And your concern has come far too late, Diane.

Isolde murmured, her thoughts racing. Humanoid robots could take over many high-risk frontline tasks, from basic supply distribution to crowd control and environmental disinfection. They would not fear infection or exhaustion. They could sharply reduce the strain on human resources and sever critical links in the chain of transmission.

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.

The sex bot lay on a sterile white bed. Emerson recognised the boy now. This was the kid, Leroy, who had come to his company to sell them a wack sex robot with an iron penis that wouldn't definitely injure a woman's hole. He was also the kid who had ‘this’ sex bot, Porsche, delivered. “Ten... nine... eight...” The boy’s voice in the video counted down. Each number was a whisper of hope. Unconsciously, Emerson began mouthing the countdown. “Seven… six… five…” His voice was barely audible, but he stopped himself at “three,” shaking his head. “Stop it, Emerson. This is not a countdown for a show.”

"Seventeen years ago. It says here you and your husband were part of the group that invented the first police robot. Your IQ is 216. Just how can you not know?" Sharon leaned in her seat and crossed her legs. "I was busy taking care of my other child." At his disbelieving glare she said, "Oh please, even if I did know, I still would not tell you." The Creator's jaw ticked and he fisted his palms. Even without the vein at the side of his head threatening to burst, it was obvious how furious he was. "I've had enough. If you don't like this civilian approach, then I hope you love jungle justice." He sneered and signaled for Third and Scorpion to come forward. Third let her lips curl into a smug

While in bed I had a strange dream which woke me up instantly only to find myself in a four squared white room with all kinds of machines on me . Finally seeing my swollen eye lid begin to open with blurry images ,I heard mom whisper a prayer before finally asking a question."Do you need water ?"she asked before passing a glass to me . "Am I going to die?"I asked.The unshead tears in mother's eyes fiercely run down upon hearing this . "Of course not honey I'll do everything to save your life. " "Mum I don't want to die, I'm too young, I don't want to ,I just can't leave." "It's ok dear you're not going to die . "

He knew as well as I did that she was about to embarrass herself. Tony straightened his jacket and spoke louder again, that made it sound like he was giving an announcement. “The Morgan Group’s second-gen robot is here. Motion control—checked. Human-robot interaction—checked. It’s a total breakthrough.” He turned sharply toward us. “But you two…” he paused for effect, then chuckled, “you came empty-handed.” He made a face like a child teasing his playmate. I could almost laugh at how desperate he sounded. I folded my arms, not breaking eye contact. His words didn’t sting anymore. They just sounded… sad. “You talk too much,” I muttered under my breath.