Rodney Copperbottom Robots Novels & Stories

The gravity on the planet made them feel heavier, so running was very challenging. The Robot was Automated but also can be controlled remotely. While the captain was calling all others inside, he accidentally merged the communication lines between ISS, STEED 7, and crewmembers so any one of them was seeing and hearing what was going on. I used the sample Holding Robot to shoot at the creatures but it was nothing compared to their sizes. but instead, it seemed like they were deaf, relying on Visions. They followed the sparks of the gun and came toward it, the first one got killed by a laser perimeter and others jumped over it, they were incredibly fast that nothing could escape from them.

Professor Dickens knew that the biggest flaw of a killing robot was that its motherboard could not maintain a steady state. A real killing robot would be unleashing havoc in public against humanity, which would make it vulnerable to different attacks. The robot's exterior could block the attacks with special materials, but the massive vibrations that shook the motherboard would greatly affect its functions. Many killing robots tended to malfunction after taking a few attacks. If that happened, the robot would be as useful as a pile of scrap metal. Regardless of whatever special functions the robot had, it would be useless the second its motherboard stopped functioning. Controlling a robot li

I said. Hours passed and Karuji, Funabi, Chromus, Karuji, Matthias, Sanazo and I were patching Monty Gator, Roxy Wolf and Glamrock Chica, Karuji & Matthias were patching up Monty Gator. Sanazo & Funabi were patching Glamrock. While Darkchromus & I were patching Roxanne Wolf, I look at Roxanne Wolf while Roxy looked at me while Chromus was patching her torso area “scared Roxy?” I asked her “just a bit superstar” she answered I saw Freddy walking towards me “how's the other superstar” said Freddy “restoration is going slow at the moment but at a good pace” I said. I look at Monty “are you okay Monty?” I asked him “doing well Arnold” he said with a smile I got up walk towards the side of the ro

Their jaws were a mess of interlocking metal teeth, wired with exposed cables that sparked when they snapped. Their “eyes” were single, red lenses in the center of their heads. As one, the lenses tilted up toward us. “Oh,” I breathed. “Of course we get robo‑Cerberus.” “Company,” Grant said grimly. “Don’t stand still.” The first wave hit the base of the overpass, metal claws scraping concrete as they scrambled up the broken incline. Corvin stepped forward.

Something heavy. A massive robot stepped out. It was twelve feet tall. It was painted black. It had Gatling guns for arms. "Meet the Reaper Prime," Garrett said. "Automated defense system. Enjoy." He ran toward a side exit. "Kill them," Garrett ordered the robot. The robot’s eyes glowed red. The guns spun up. Whirrrrrr. "Cover!" Kael screamed. We dove behind the missile cart just as the room erupted in a hail of bullets.

With brown and dark green water swirling and dripping from everywhere. The metal monster was not much bigger than Taylor or Damiens six foot four, but had all the makings of a great steampunk robot with rusted bronze gears at every hinge and what appeared to be steam spouting from its cylindrical head. The white-blue flame guy was the smallest of the group, but wider, double the width of any of the other monsters. Its whole being was the sinister dark blue flame that faded to white at the tip. Every time it took a step it left a scorch mark on the ground. Little scars on the earth it was trying to claim.