Rodney Copperbottom Robots Novels & Stories

When it was 5 in the evening Arnold signaled his trusted Assistant Roasty. He had designed the robot in such a way that it couldn’t be controlled by the others and it responded to the commands given only by him. If someone else tried to control Roasty it would shut down instantly. “Roasty, You have to keep a watch on, screen number five. You should be able to see me at all times. In case you see me in danger deploy Squadron Spice ( A team of robots that have varying capabilities just like spices) to rescue me. Is that clear.”

Hah! Max would send the photo to Charmine to wreck her heart, so much so that she would leave! Amid his thoughts, the gap between Anthony and Waverly was half a meter left as they slowly slurped the noodle. Just as they both got closer... “Beep! Beep! Master Lupin, IQ two-hundred and fifty!” A cacophonous sound rang in the air. A two-meter tall robot barged into the scene from the side of the hall. Made out of sturdy steel and built powerfully, loud clicks were heard with every step it took.

The ceiling didn't just crack; it pulverized. The diamond-tipped Mantis-Borer—a segmented, robotic centipede designed for deep-crust mining—shrieked as it ground through the final layer of basalt. It was a masterpiece of the Iron Mind’s engineering: a relentless, unfeeling predator that didn't need to breathe, bleed, or think. "Flares! Now!" Siren screamed.

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.

She smiled before pressing the one button at the back of its neck, and it booted to life, its glowing eyes locking onto hers. The metal wasn't any human...but Drexton. It was a robot built in Drexton's version. "Drex," Lorraine called. "I belong to you and only you, Lorraine," the robot said. Lorraine smiled. **** [IXORA'S HOUSE] Ixora paced around in the sitting room, impatiently waiting for the cup she ordered to be delivered. The doorbell rang and she rushed to open it. "Thank you," she said and hurriedly signed the paper before closing the door.

During the party celebrating my promotion, I am in the middle of cutting the cake when a positive pregnancy test report is thrown right in my face. Subsequently, my normally compliant boyfriend, Zachary Zolt, pulls my best friend, Caroline Lotter, into his arms. With reddened eyes, he says, "Winnie, for the past three years, I've stayed by your side, giving you all the emotional support you needed and the respect you deserved. "However, Carol is now pregnant with my baby, and I have to take responsibility. You've always been magnanimous, so don't be petty over a minor matter, alright? Let's part amicably." Our colleagues gasp in surprise before shooting me a look, as though I were a malic

“I knew you’d never allow me to let you fuck other guys, so when Jericho propossed the business to me, I went all in.” “That’s crazy, Callan. Millions of dollars just so I can experience being fucked by you times four?” I laughed, feeling my stomach in knots. Both excitement and fear fighting for a front row sit in my brain. “It’s billions, actually. But don’t worry about that. We already have an estimated 150 billion in sales.” I gasped and looked at the robots again. “Can I touch them?” “Go ahead.” I got up and touched the Callan robot’s face that was nearest to me. My eyes widened and told him how it really did feel like real human skin.

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.

The robot continued, “I am Robot Dearie, but you can call me Robot D for short. Developed by Doctor Mellisa Millers.” The cheers that followed that sentence nearly brought the roof down. My name echoed around the hall like a chant. “Dr. Mellisa Millers!” “Unbelievable!” “Morgan Group’s second-gen robot couldn’t even stand!” “In just three months, M&J Company built one that communicates, interacts, and even smiles!”

She even sent me a full article about sex transmitted disease. Now I know I haven't explained the most important part to you yet, how our robots look. They look human, one hundred percent human, with the skin, body warmth and actions. The only way to tell a robot from far away is looking at his left wrist, all robot wear an identification patch there. But other than that they are human like creation, some are made to teach, cook, be nannies, or even sex partners. Anything you can imagine we made the robot do, but don't worry about world domination, they are programmed to self destroy the second they try to hurt a human in any way.