The Robot Couldn't Handle My Order Novels & Stories

said someone from behind. the barman nodded hesitantly before bringing more shots at the table. "hey, stop it." I muttered, trying to get the man's grip off my waist. "hey hey, what's your name?" he asked as he continued robbing my laps. I struggled more but it was of no use. I was too weak even to move my own body let alone move someone else's. "didn't you hear her or do I need to make you?" the barman interfered.

He collapsed against the edge of the bed, his shoulders shaking as he cried like a child abandoned by the world. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry… All I wanted was for you to love me and for us to go back to how things were… Why did it end up like this? Why were you so cruel that you didn't even give me a second chance? "I shouldn't have pushed you… Even if you acted like a robot, I should've stayed by your side… I'm sorry, Seraphine. This is all my fault…"

I ticked the boxes and handed the menu to the robot’s open hand. It read the prices of your order immediately and it said 4 million dollars. I gulped when I felt the heat of Kinn’s gaze on me. “You ordered that much?” He asked. I smiled inwardly as I answered him. “If you can’t pay for it, it’s fine. I would just leave. You should know ladies are expensive.” I was about to get up on my feet when he picked up the black card. “I’ll pay.” he slid the card over a reader in the robot’s chest and it beeped green. “Your Order Is On Its Way.” The robot read and rolled off.

The attendant grunted in response watching a movie on her holographic tablet. A small shop robot gilded towards Temi. "Good afternoon. How may I help you?" It said. It was obvious it was a first-generation robot. It had small arms and no mouth or a face. A small red beam on its smooth pearl head was its eyes and it currently focused its attention on Temi. "Where can I get an auto-trans?" Temi asked. "Once you step out, take a fork left and go straight. There is currently an auto-trans waiting."

"Master Kam, The new robot has caused problems in the Macrigo branch." Jude's manager said. He had taken the first flight to Albany to report the strange incidents in the company's branch that he headed. Jude came up with an invention that could change the workd forever. A robot that sends electromagnetic waves as nervous response to the human brain. It has the ability to control anything. (Anything it's programmed to control). Jude had kept it in his youngest branch to hide it from prospective creativity hackers and also to test run it. Since the robot was installed in that branch, it had brought more customers and more sales for them (he programmed "attraction of clients and dealers in it

Why not me? “Why aren’t you scared of me?” Marcus asked, shocked. “Why should I be? Are you a monster or something?” I replied flatly. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he muttered, eyes digging into mine as if he wanted to read my thoughts. But then he winced, clutching his head. “What’s wrong?” I asked with a small smile. “I couldn’t read your mind,” he admitted, confused. I burst into laughter. “Oh my god, my stomach hurts. I can’t stop.”

The woman hurried to sign for the package, and I slipped toward the exit. By the time she turned around, I was already standing outside. “Ma’am, I can’t complete this order today. I’ll file an incident report with the app. If you really need pet care, please place a new order with clear details.” I left immediately. At the time, I thought it was just a weird mix-up. I had no idea that from the moment I stepped into that mansion, I was already being targeted.

"That, you will have to handle yourself. My programming is very specific, Miss Zella. I handle cleaning, maintenance, and renovations. I do not handle grocery shopping. That is your task." "Of course it is," I sighed. "The super-robot can rebuild a house in just one hour but can't buy a loaf of bread." "If you would excuse me, I have tasks to attend to in the basement," Fred said. Before I could even ask him what tasks a robot has in a basement, he simply vanished. One second he was there, and the next, he is in the air.

"You forget, electrion season is upon us…and I can destroy you with a click. Now, do I need to teach you another lesson, or will you stay the fuck away from me, a nd my business, and my family?” “Yes….” He whimpers, and with one nod, Ron and Rob know where and when to dump the slimy mess. “Someone get Arman in the basement, right now.”

"What are you being so arrogant about? Preston will fix everything in a moment! When that happens, you'll see how wrong you were!" Others chimed in at once. "That's right! Your leaving will only make the company better!" Amid their flattery, Preston smugly took out his phone, pulled up a script, and clumsily began importing it. As he entered the AI command, he looked at me with unmistakable triumph. "Now I'll show you how powerful AI really is." The next second, his phone emitted an even sharper alarm. Then came the AI's broadcast. "Error! Unable to run.