Robotnik Jr Novels & Stories

“That’s incredible, Josh. You’re a real pro.” Josh beamed, then proudly raised his new robot. “But the best part was this. Mr. Handsome gave me this awesome robot. It can walk on its own, light up all over its body, and the coolest thing is it follows my commands. If I say, ‘Move forward!’ it walks. If I say, ‘Stop!’ it stops.” The robot chimed to life again, flashing tiny lights and filling the car with cheerful electronic sounds. “That’s amazing,” Chase said with an approving nod. “You must really love it.”

"Is there a problem with the product you bought from Vinci Rivera Group? You could apply for a refund. Vinci Rivera Group has after-service for all its products." Trevor gritted his teeth and yelled, "I'm talking about the robot you created. It has gone crazy, and it's pinning me on the floor. It's not letting me go!" "Are you talking about Luna?" "Yes! Tell it to let me go!"

From the far end of the next corridor, three small shapes darted into view. Drones. It's not the sleek, commercial kind. These were jury‑rigged—maintenance bots retrofitted with sensor arrays and taser rigs, the ugly child of a Roomba, and a riot control catalog. “Non‑lethal, my ass,” Dante repeated. They came at knee‑height, fast. Jax dropped, fired. The first drone sparked, skidding sideways. The second juked. Too smart. Niko swore, fingers flying on his pad.

he whispered. For a moment Temi did not but stare, then she jerked her arm away. “Alright.” The two approached the dealer again. “We'll take two hundred and fifty. Final” Elijah tried to contain his scowl with a smile. The dealer grunted and whistled. A small robot using a small bottle cork for head, tyres for legs and rubber-like arms sped in. With a closer look to its chest, Elijah could see its motors running. It sputtered and coughed occasionally, leaving a puff of smoke, but seemed to function well.

Applause rings out at two small cream-coloured metal balls on display on the table. Before anyone can think to begin to imagine what the balls can really do, several blue grid lines suddenly appear all over them, and with a quiet electric whirr, they begin to transform into different electronic equipment ranging from the smallest music players to a human size robot; each one followed by the “Oohs!” and “Ahhs!” of the crowd. Calling them amazed at the technobots will be quite an understatement then, they are thoroughly in reverence of them; and even more so of their creator. “Everything you need in one place,” Jacob continues his presentation. “No congestion, no hassle.” He smiles. “Have your

Janus saw the situation clearly and screamed over the radio, "Run, Mr. Johnston!" However, there was no other way for Jared to escape, as he would just back himself into the base's narrow entrance after turning around. As the cannonball was about to discharge, the robots threw themselves on it, bending the barrel. "Nice!" Nicole nodded pleasantly. She did not expect the robots to be so powerful and intelligent. Fortunately, they were designed with excellent arm strength in mind. "Boss! Don't press the button!"

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.

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

she laughed. “Really?” I pretended not to have heard that part. “Of course. But I told him the truth—and he said you’re a lucky guy.” She was being honest. “I am,” I said, reaching across the table to take her hand. After dinner, Jenny opened the small box. Inside was a lifelike little robot—not just a model. “Look, it even comes with a remote!” she said, unwrapping the separately packaged parts. “Can you grab the batteries from the TV remote, please?”

Vincent, let's go. Benedict remained in place. His face reflected a thoughtful demeanor. ... Jordan sat on the robot's shoulder with his face glowing with excitement. This was the robot Vincent had helped him modify. Although not as powerful as MAVIS, it still looked powerful. He rode on the robot, heading out to meet up with Vincent. He was eager to fulfill his promise of presenting the Nightstems to him. "Wow! Look at that robot, it's so cool!" Proudly seated on the robot's shoulder, Jordan attracted the attention of other children who approached with enthusiasm.