Robots Rodney Copperbottom Novels & Stories

I was worried about her. "Hello, girls. I'm Andria Robinson." She extended her hand at Eri, darting her gaze on both of us. Uncle watched us closely with an amused look on his face as he took a small step back. Aerial glanced at him and then back at her, "Hi, Aerial." She said and shook her hand She extended her hand toward me. I took it, "Sienna," I smiled. But I was confused, he hadn't dated anyone after losing his wife and kid.

I growled and slumped back in my chair. Rob passed me a set of headphones and then stood up, walking out of my sight. I gasped in surprise when Rob suddenly snatched my free hand and also handcuffed that to the chair. He then forced my palm open and I gritted my teeth when he picked up the Bobby pin and I had discreetly pulled from my hair. "Fuck," I sighed and Rob pointed at the laptop. "Work."

Smith’s office. It was almost sunset. The room was illuminated by the orangish sun rays that refracted through the glass window of Dr. Smith’s office. The meeting began with much caution as the door was securely locked and all cellular phones were to be left outside, as ordered by Jude, or as they now call Dr. Lim. Everyone is back to their characters as scientists and researchers and the meeting begun with Dr. Lim announcing a terrible fact: “The Humanoids are back.” “These robots are mutated ones, thanks to the evil mastermind we have yet to track down.” With a sarcastic tune, he continued.

Kaya POV They say heartbreak makes you stronger, whoever said that never had to build a robot from scratch. It takes a few sleepless nights and a whole lot of coffee, but I get it done, and I complete my design. A hyper-realistic robot stands in front of me, Tom 2.0, six foot four, shoulders like a linebacker carved from steel and synth-skin, messy brown hair, and a chiseled jaw that could stop traffic. He opens his eyes when he senses me. “Welcome back, Sweetheart,” his voice says softly and smoothly

“He needed breakfast. Forgive me for thinking survival should be measured in cradles as well as council chambers.” Murmurs crept through the room. Corrin hammered the table. “We are hanging by a thread. Hunters return empty-handed. Trade routes dry up. Debts pile. And you propose devices and machines none of us understand.” Heat flared. “Those machines are prototypes that could give us an edge—security, communications, automated routing for trade. If you let me manage deployment, we could reopen routes and stabilize supply lines.” Corrin’s jaw tightened. “We are in no mood for experiments.”

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Rodolfo said, trying to explain to them. " I don't need your permission to make decisions for my son," Torak hissed viciously. "Father Lola can't work for him please, she's my woman," Ryan pleaded. " Lola, just say no to him. No one will say otherwise if you reject him, trust me, even though Cameron is just five, that boy is capable of making your life...." " Uncle!"a robotic voice reverberated in the hall, we all turned to the direction the noise came from and low and behold on the stairs was a giant metal robot and beside it was an adorable little cupcake.

he gave Nyx an approving nod— “you made the perfect choice. Finally becoming a man, huh?” I smirked, shaking his hand. “You talk too much for someone who’s supposed to be resting.” He chuckled, then turned to Nyx. “And you, young lady, are even prettier in person.” Nyx smiled softly. “Thank you, Mr. Rob. It’s nice to finally meet you.” “Please,” he waved a hand, “just Rob. ‘Mr.’ makes me sound old.” I couldn’t help the small smile tugging at my lips. That’s Rob—the oldest of my men. Fierce. Ruthless. Loyal to the bone. Sometimes too damn stubborn for a man without legs.

Hitting enter, I watch as an IronWall Prison's record comes up, a profile picture and information side-by-side. "Heavy Metal," I say, reading over his information. "Your skin is encased in a hard, almost impenetrable steel. You're not exactly flesh, are you? You should be able to retrieve everything that darn Doctor needs and you should more than be able to handle the OutCasts. Servant-Bot!" My servant-bot comes hovering out of a room and into the hallway. I type in a command and send it over to the servant bot. "Understood, Master," Servant-Bot says before flying over. Meanwhile, I walk to my throne. There, I watch everyone.