Wordgirl: Tobey Robot Novels & Stories

He says as he perches on the end of the bed back to me but head swivels round to ask me the question. I tell him to put anything on. We small talk for a little while while he sets a movie up. I find out his name is Toby and he is doing this guarding job to earn more, apparently all jobs under Argon are paid well but this one is ridiculous amounts though he didn't say how much. Toby has a pup on the way with his fated mate Adaline who he found a year ago.

The "Indigo-Leo" didn’t just stand in Toby’s bedroom; he vibrated it. The walls of the suburban house were peeling away like wet wallpaper, revealing the terrifying, dark architecture of a massive, star-spanning vessel underneath. Toby—the boy who thought he was a player—shrank back, his headset falling to the floor.

With the help of the shockwave, Elora forcibly pulled out her sword and retreated a certain distance. The moment she stabled herself, she prepared to test the Lv 6 Robotia’s strength. Suddenly, she felt a tearing pain in her soul.

"Can't you tell? This woman clearly brought people over to cause us trouble. Look what she's done to our men. "The enemy is standing right before us, yet you still choose to side with her instead of me?" Upon hearing this, a few Walter family members began to hesitate. Larissa and her group had attacked without any given explanation. Moreover, the young girl whom Sandra had brought back to impersonate Zoe also stood on her side. Who should they believe? Just then, an unidentified object flew in through the window. Everyone turned in surprise. It was a robot! The robot's speakers blasted an upbeat song.

her question took my drowsy away and changed it into fully-awakened-soul. "What? What news? I was on the television?" I almost lost myself on it after hearing what she said. "It's the launch of the humanoid robot of Gomez Robotics. In all fairness, the robot really looks like a real human." Her voice hinted an astound over Francis 1.0. What more if ever she sees Aiden 2.3? The one who's closely enough to be considered as a real human.

She said confidently. “You’re talking about a mate bond, Lucy! The most sacred gift from our Goddess.” Toby argued. Lucianne smirked sadly, “I never asked for this. If anything, I asked for the opposite. Besides, I survived five, what’s one more?” “Goddess, he’s gonna kill me.” Toby muttered ominously to himself. Lucianne said, “Don’t worry, Toby. Xandar will have to go through me before he gets to you.” Toby whisper-yelled, “I was talking about my own Alpha, Goddess dammit! The King is YOUR problem!”

Kaya POV They say heartbreak makes you stronger, whoever said that never had to build a robot from scratch. It takes a few sleepless nights and a whole lot of coffee, but I get it done, and I complete my design. A hyper-realistic robot stands in front of me, Tom 2.0, six foot four, shoulders like a linebacker carved from steel and synth-skin, messy brown hair, and a chiseled jaw that could stop traffic. He opens his eyes when he senses me. “Welcome back, Sweetheart,” his voice says softly and smoothly

I can't quite put my finger on it. "Why didn't you bring Toby here?" I give Robert a tight smile, "He's already a little rattled over meeting Morris. I don't want to disturb his routine any more than I have to. I've talked to the kindergarten. They've assigned a teacher to remain by Toby at all times. He's a new hire, and he's getting used to the children, so they don't mind." "I see. The bracelet is working, right?" I think of the small steel band around Toby's wrist. Morris tested it last night as well, curious about how it works. By all accounts, Toby looks and smells human. It's the best way to hide among the crowd.

“What are you doing Toby?” “I’ve been a soldier for most of the last five years,” he replied inspecting the kitchen cupboards and drawers with a different purpose to Meguitte, who had selected the bowls, pots, and utensils that she had set upon the bench. Toby’s interest was on the knives and big pans, testing the sharpness and judging the weight in his hand thoughtfully. “It’s the only thing I’m good at. I can think like a soldier for you, Aislen,” he flushed slightly. “And make sure that these warehouses are defensible. Ideally, we will escape notice, but if they do locate us, I want us to have a way to hold them off and a way out to safety.”