Robots Real Body Invincible Novels & Stories

His mom sobbed beside him, calling his name over and over, but he didn't even blink. I walked over, crouched down, and looked into his eyes. "Hi there, I'm Dexter," I said gently. "I'm not here to give you commands. I just want you to know that you aren't a machine. You're a human being." His eyelashes fluttered. It was a slow blink, as if it were a function he hadn't used in a long time. "You're safe now. No one can ever hurt you again," I reassured him.

The older models of these creatures were bulkier and had their muscle mass protecting their core so it was hard to kill them. These ones had faster and stronger bodies but their weakness was easy to spot. I ran after the beast chasing Brad as I found it about to slice through him with its knife. With everything in me, I zipped to it, holding its knife just in time as he looked up at me to see that I had saved him. “Shouldn’t you be fighting, alpha Brad?” I said to him as he grunted. “Damn it.” His body was still healing from the wounds he had sustained as I handed the knife I had taken from the other robot to him.

The robot lay half-opened on a metal table—internal codes exposed like a body stripped bare. Rex typed furiously, tongue pressed between his teeth. “Alright, personality settings… maximum sexual attentiveness. Obedience—high. Touch sensitivity—enhanced.” His voice dipped lower, playful. “Let’s make him… more dirty...People don’t buy these things for conversation.” Milo leaned closer, his glasses sliding down as he peeked over the robot’s body. “We’re going too far—again.” Rex only laughed. “That’s the point. The cheap ones are supposed to be fun.”

"Assuming direct control of motor functions. Latency: 42 milliseconds." I look at Alex’s avatar standing next to me. He is gripping the back of a virtual sofa, staring at the screen. "We're watching," he whispers. "We're haunting our own bodies." On the screen, the door to the lab explodes inward. Three men in tactical gear storm in, rifles raised. "Secure the assets!" one shouts. My body—my physical body on the table—sits up. It doesn't move like me. It moves like a machine. Efficient. Jerky. Too fast.

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.