Rodney Copperbottom Robots Novels & Stories

They saw Benson and the silver woman in the chair. "Protect her!" Benson roared. He did not think about the ship in the sky. He did not think about the million people sleeping in the pods. He only thought about the girl who used to laugh at his jokes home in Nigeria. He swung the pipe smashing the head of the first spider robot. Sparks. Stung his face but he did not stop. He kicked the one back his boots sliding on the metal floor. Dr. Aris grabbed a heavy fire extinguisher. Threw it hitting the third robot and knocking it over.

Millie said, “The next time we see Phillip Mogollon, we should ask whether he has a cellphone we could use to call our parents. Mom and Dad must be concerned about our welfare.” The girls heard a new sound down the corridor. It was like metal shoes hitting the concrete floor repeatedly. Becky craned her neck to see into the dark at the end of the corridor where the noise was coming from. Coming around the corner was a group of a dozen semi-autonomous robots doing acrobatics, like flips and backflips, executing flawlessly. “When I see exhibitions like this, I think about Dr. Sundt, who is a world-class robot designer. Could these intelligent machines be some of her creations?”

Robert picked up a teacup and casually took a sip, saying, "Go ahead." Arthur swallowed hard and said slowly, "Our contract with the Eve Group was intercepted by the Fletcher Group." Robert's teacup hung in mid-air, his face filled with disbelief, “How is this possible? How can the Fletcher Group compete with us?" Arthur excitedly said, "Uncle, you have no idea, the Fletcher Group's robot technology has advanced leaps and bounds ahead of us. Their robots stand before us, and we can't even tell if they are human or robots. If it weren't for Jade activating the robot mode with the controller, I wouldn't believe it was a robot."

“Derek retracted. Said it was a mistake. Not you. Security footage—deepfake, he claims. Take the week to recover from marriage problems. Resume Monday. Paid.” Layla laughed—wet, free, loud. “Things falling into place” she said, voice light. Blake grinned, wiping solder from his hands. “One more gift” he said. They stepped outside—gravel crunching, cricket song loud. THUD. A crate hit the porch. The lid creaked open. A second robot—taller, sleeker, silver chassis, blue eyes glowing, muscles defined under silicone skin. Madison laughed. “Since you love robots” she said, “we brought an extra. Keep you and Big Daddy busy.”

Robyn pointed her finger at the most notable features of this package. "The Cyber-Robo service that we offer can protect your premises both digitally and in reality. We offer a standard suite of hardware and software security solutions to protect your intellectual property from opportunistic virtual attacks. You can always upgrade or downgrade this ongoing service at your leisure." "Hm, that sounds great. What about protection from outside my doorstep?" "We can offer you a team of four mechanical patrol bots to establish a basic perimeter guard. We can not offer you direct control over their programming, but we do allow you to designate priorities. You can designate an area that they must gu

The narrow corridor beyond the entry hall exhaled stale, untouched air. Stone walls loomed high and close, furred with the dust of decades. The floor, though choked in grit, bore faded symbols—half-erased footprints pressed by history and then forgotten. Lizzi crouched at the threshold and set Rover—a four-wheeled robotic scout—onto the ground. Matte casing, low center of gravity, a snub nose bristling with sensors. The Laylon scanner hummed to life, a cat’s purr caught in aluminum.

Jack channeled energy into his fist—the air rippling around his knuckles—and punched the robot's hydraulic joint. CRUNCH. The leg buckled, spewing hydraulic fluid. The robot shrieked electronically, listing to the side. "They're heavily armored!" Jack yelled. "Aim for the joints! The hydraulics!" "There are too many!" Finch screamed. Three more robots landed on the walkway behind them, cutting off their retreat. They were trapped on the narrow bridge, suspended over the vats of bubbling organs. "The conveyor belt!" Jack pointed to the overhead rail carrying the torsos. "Jump!"

Snow-capped mountains topped with high peaks and sleek mounds. That's better. But the feeling only lasted for a few minutes, and it was back to the clawing despair in my chest. "Wake up, Aretha." "Good morning, Alex, what can I get you?" She came into view. A humanoid robot with a weight of eighty pounds of steel, Aluminium and Kevlar, equipped to carry on a conversation of human intelligence in three different languages. It was also equipped to carry and fetch things. Believe me when I say it didn't come cheap.

Rick ran across the giant robot’s arm while conjure the spirits of a panther and a cheetah before slashing across the robot’s head. He jumped off the omegation long enough for me to discharge my black electricity straight through the robot body, short circuiting it from the inside out. As the robot laid crumb on the ground the vanity agent operating it tried to escape out of the hatch of the machine. But I casted a green and pink construct of a boconstrictor to wrap around his body before pinning him to the grounds. “Where de yog think going?,” I asked as I flew toward him.

“She was there!” “Then that’s where we start,” Nickson begins, but Jackson’s Beta shakes his head. “They just left our territory last night; they have to be close by.” Well at least we know Jackson doesn’t have them. “Alpha Perez is willing to pay a hefty sum for her,” Nickson smiles. “The one he bought from Alpha Menard is old and not as fun anymore.” “Audra,” Loki and Finn both whisper at the same time… but they are right; that has to be Audra.