Unscramble Robotic Novels & Stories

Although I was aware that the figure before me was merely a robot, I couldn't help but feel the crushing shame sweeping over me, leaving my face burning with embarrassment. 008 didn't seem to notice anything unusual. He kneeled beside me and gently pulled me into his arms, saying, "I've detected an injury, Ms. Zeller. I'm going to switch to first-aid mode now. Please remain still as I conduct a full-body scan." 008 was a robot specifically designed for me by my in-laws. He was designed to look exactly like Kenneth but with an even more idealized physique. His skin, crafted from a special synthetic material, was indistinguishable from human skin.

Helpless, he could only watch as I smashed the bot to pieces, muttering over and over, "System, I won’t change, I won’t change it…" Then, under the gaze of thousands, the shattered robot’s pieces began to move and reassemble themselves into perfect form, as if nothing had happened.

However, she hadn't had a chance to catch her breath when the standby robot vacuum suddenly kicked into high gear, wildly scouring every corner of the room. The robot vacuum spun at a furious pace, resembling a frenetic top, sending chairs soaring and slamming into cabinets.

“I’ve got that covered.” He spoke a single word that seemed to warp the air. “Volgax, stabilize.” The X-02 robot, which had been lunging toward Bryan, suddenly froze mid-step. Its joints locked. Its whirring servos strained against an invisible force. It was like a fly caught in amber. “Time to move, Classy,” Northstar commanded, his voice strained slightly. Classy didn’t hesitate. He sprinted forward, bypassing the struggling robot’s arms, and placed both hands flat on its chest plate. He closed his eyes, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Intermolecular dissociation!”

For several seconds nobody spoke as Francesco's mind immediately began working out countless possibilities that appeared inside his head as his gaze slowly moved from one robot to another. “Is that what I think it is?” He thought in his head as his heart suddenly accelerated, a possibility had appeared in his mind, ridiculously dangerous possibility but yet before he could jump to conclusions he decided to ask. “I don't understand what you are hitting at exactly” his brows furrowed “you'll have to explain yourselves better” The robots nodded their heads “you are our Master and we were built to co-join with you so we may function at one hundred percent of our capability sir.”

The narrow corridor beyond the entry hall exhaled stale, untouched air. Stone walls loomed high and close, furred with the dust of decades. The floor, though choked in grit, bore faded symbols—half-erased footprints pressed by history and then forgotten. Lizzi crouched at the threshold and set Rover—a four-wheeled robotic scout—onto the ground. Matte casing, low center of gravity, a snub nose bristling with sensors. The Laylon scanner hummed to life, a cat’s purr caught in aluminum.

"Thank you, Richard. I'll wait for this robot to finish." "Of course, Mom. You can look forward to it." When I looked at his face again, Richard looked proud. I nodded again, slightly smoothing his hair, which was a little messy from being too excited while I explained the new features of the robot. I remembered that he was talking about the exterior of the robot, which was resistant to fire, water, and high-speed crashes. The system could also speak to him in short and easy-to-understand terms, but for now, Richard said that he had only activated the protection function.

The mother checked the progress of her daughter who was unpacking things in the room. Some boxes are open, and chaos in the room can be seen in various directions. "No mom." The girl looked around to confirm one by one the contents of the box that had been scrambled by herself. "I guess..." She faltered at the end, unsure if her memory might be wrong.

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.