The Wild Robot Novels & Stories

I will give u punishment for this thing, to u . Harshal:: What happened to him ?? he is not reacting at all. He didn't get hurt or in pain ?? Or he is a robot that he can't feel. any pain because the robot only can't feel anything,goddddd, wait let me put more force then I will confirm. it's for sure, as I applied more force also he is reacting at all. goddamn, he is a robot now it confirmed....god god save me from this robot I don't want to marry any robot please please please ...Then she sees he changed his expression into a serious and angry look .omg !!! He looks sooo. angry and scary year, how can any robot get angry,

Nathan flinched when he heard the voice and turned around to see Hilda entering with Caleb. Caleb was covered in dust, but it still greeted Nathan with enthusiasm when it saw him as the two wheels under its feet rolled fast. "Daddy!" It was a robot, so it didn't possess any human emotions. In its memory, Nathan had turned it off, and when it was turned on again, Linux had given it a new command, to stay patiently at his Villa and wait for Hilda to pick it up one day. Its mission hadn't changed. It was still the same. To protect Hilda's family.

Jessi's P.O.V. I look at the unbelievable sight in front of me and then at Wyatt. We both start laughing as we make our way into the room. Trevor and Rmina look at us with confusion as they follow us inside. "Why are you laughing?" Trevor asks. "Don't you get it? Do you see what this is?" I spin around. There are rogues, or at least they're supposed to look like rogues, in multiple stages of being constructed. Adrian apparently has been making rogue robots, which makes a lot of sense now with the trackers and how the other two burnt themselves. It's kind of scary how lifelike some of them seem. I see several that look like members of Dark Moon.

Arthur couldn't wait and said, "So quickly show us your products, then?" Thea glanced at Frank, then glanced at Drake. Finally, pointing at Frank, she said, "He was the defective product of our company." Mr. Woods' water cup fell to the ground with a thud. Arthur's mouth was wide open. "How is this possible? He was clearly human," Arthur visibly panicked. "Yeah, a robot completely modeled after a real person," Thea said. Mr. Woods stood up excitedly and exclaimed, "He was a robot." Frank nodded, "Yes. I was a robot."

She saw Halloway — young, curious — speaking into an old recorder: “The spirits aren’t delusions. They’re patterns. Repeating, like genetic code. WildWood is… intelligent.” She saw the tribes — cloaked in ash and feather — binding one of their own to a tree and singing as the earth swallowed him whole. She saw herself — a child again, touching bark that bled — and the forest welcoming her back. Then it came — the Heart of WildWood. Not a creature. Not a god. A consciousness without form. Old as breath. Watching. Waiting. Hungry.

Maya’s POV Monday morning, I stood outside Roberto’s office for five full minutes before I could make myself go inside. My hands shook. My heart raced. Every instinct in me screamed to run home where it was safe, where Emma was, where nothing was demanded of me except survival. But I didn’t run. I pushed open the door. Roberto stood immediately, his face lighting up with genuine pleasure. “Maya! It’s so good to see you back.” “It’s good to see you too.” My voice only shook slightly.

It wasn’t every day I got to see the Savage himself at one of these races. I tilted my head skyward, spotting rows upon rows of werewolves lining the rooftops of the buildings–the onyx sky dappled with the brilliant glow of their eyes. It was a kaleidoscope of color as they peered around, leaving warped, mystical shapes in their wake. My attention snagged toward a woman standing a few people to our left, raising her candy-red blouse and flashed her chest toward the bikers. Her shrill voice carried over the crowd despite the noise as she shouted, “Savage! Hey Savage! Look here, baby!”

He just watched. Theo took a step forward. Then another. He reached out and took the bag. He pulled out the tissue paper. Inside was a small, red robot. It wasn't expensive. It looked like something from a drugstore. But Theo’s eyes widened. "Red Bot," he whispered. "I lost him." "I know," Sarah said. "When we moved. I found another one." Theo clutched the robot to his chest. He looked at Sarah. "Thank you," he said.

The ceiling began to shake. Large pieces of tile fell from above. From the hole in the ceiling a group of silver robots came down. They did not have faces. They had needles where their hands should be. "The Vaccine " Patient Zero hissed. The robots did not move like people. They moved like spiders. They crawled across the walls and the ceiling. One of them dove at June. Its long needle was glowing with a blue light. "June duck!" Dante grabbed a heavy metal chair. Swung it. The chair hit the robots head.

Gunfire exploded from both of us simultaneously as the machine slammed tables aside chasing directly toward me. Not Jacob. Me. Interesting. The robot grabbed one of Rico’s dead guards and threw the body across the room hard enough to crush another man beneath him. Jesus Christ. “Why is it so strong?!” Jacob shouted while firing again. “Because my family attracts psychopaths!” I slid across the floor grabbing a fallen shotgun from one of the dead guards before aiming directly at the robot’s knee joint. BOOM. The leg exploded apart instantly. Finally. The machine collapsed sideways violently smashing into another table while sparks burst from exposed wires. I didn’t waste time. I walked direct