The Wild Robot Novels & Stories

With four unrecognizable women! “Calm down, doll. We're the nicest among everyone working for madam Horton so you're in safe hands with us, alright? We're just going to clean you up and dress you up to look good for Mr Rover” the first woman in a flower patterned apron said and I frowned.

She hid behind a wall and peeked out, watching him look around suspiciously. “If Rafael’s here, then Ram’s not,” Lexie thought to herself, pulling out her phone. She hadn’t even typed a message when a text from Ram came through. From: Ram Jordan I had an emergency. I can’t pick you up. My driver Roberto is waiting at the garage. He’ll take you wherever you need to go. PS: I’d prefer if you just went home. Lexie rolled her eyes and replied: To: Ram Jordan Where do I find this Roberto? Does he look like Doraemon or Mr. Bean?

“Mommy loves you, Noah. If she were here, she’d tell you this robot can still be fixed. She wouldn’t be mad.” But Noah stayed quiet, hugging me tighter. Emily stood a little distance away, her eyes filled with concern. She tried stepping closer, holding out the blue robot. “Noah, your blue robot is still fine. Why don’t you play with this one for now? I promise, if the red one can’t be fixed, I’ll get you a new one.” “No!” Noah cried again, this time kicking toward the blue robot. “I don’t want it! I only want the one from Mommy!”

“Fine? Amelia, don’t piss me off. A man that looks like THAT? With tattoos that detailed? Fine is not in that vocabulary.” I force a laugh. “Cassie, let’s not—” “No. No. I refuse.” I can literally hear her pacing. “You better not tell me that , I need more details.” “Cassie,” I interrupt quickly, “how do you turn off a camera robot?” Silence. “A WHAT?” “A camera robot,” I repeat flatly. “ Her voice jumps an octave. “how did y…,“ Just—tell me how to turn the damn thing off!”

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.

"Aria, sa likod ko!" ​Sumugod ang mga robots. Ang dating tahimik na tahanan ay naging isang war zone. Si Skye, gamit ang kanyang liksi bilang isang pilot, ay gumamit ng isang EMP Grenade para pansamantalang patayin ang mga robots sa nursery. ​"Nakuha ko na siya!" sigaw ni Skye habang yakap-yakap ang umiiyak na si Alexander.

On the bedside table, sitting up straight beside the lamp with one little tin hand raised, was Ryan’s little robot. I leaned against the doorframe and watched him for a moment. He smoothed the hair back off Lucas’s forehead. “He’s out,” Adrian said quietly, without turning around. “Too much cake.” “Too much everything.” He stood and looked down at the robot. The robot looked back at him with its one big eye and one small one. “Hm.” He picked it up and turned it over in his hand, looking at the brass key sticking out of its back. He scratched his head. “It’s sort of cute. I suppose.”

“Well. Great. You found each other.” Max tugged at the hem of my dress. “Mami, does he live in the robot house?” “There is no robot house.” Rowan glanced slightly toward the mansion. “There are a few automated systems.” Max’s eyes widened. I pointed at Rowan. “Don’t give him vocabulary.” Max had already taken one step forward. “What’s automated?” “Something that can do a job by itself after it’s been told to.” “Like a vacuum?” “Yes.” “Gaby says our robot vacuum is dumb,” Max told me.

The creator of the black robot in the audience hurried into the cage wearing a suit of equipment, but the yellow robot did not stop and continued to attack. As everyone cheered, a person in the audience made a move and sent the yellow robot flying. Philip noticed this man too. Dressed in white and wearing a blue and white mask, he slowly sat down again. The creator of the yellow robot, who was cheering just now, burst into tears. His robot had been sent flying into the cage net of superalloy. The host went on stage and said, “Our winner is Hurricane Locust from the blue team!” The yellow robot lying on this side kept twitching its arms as if the wiring was damaged.

He just gone out of his personal box and has no time to get dressed when he tried to escape. "Connection lost." That was what 1096's system displayed when the robot tried to access his GPS feature. Confused and feeling lost, the robot wandered the street with helpless expression pasted on his face. Meanwhile, as he was crossing the road, 1096 felt like everyone looked like trees to him. For him, it was as though he was walking through a forest. Like the trees, some of them looked interesting and made him want to touch them.