A Sword In The GardenU-3 hovered at the entrance of E.D.E.N. His programming dictated that he remain to ensure that no living organism could enter. The mechanized sword was as good a vessel as any other. Perhaps better than most, considering the task.A Sword In The Garden by TheJDWiley
He rummaged through the machine’s operating system. It wasn’t the mk VII, but it still had plenty of interesting capabilities.
Directory of FS:\Users\Uriel
10/03/47058 08:52 DT Artificial Intelligence
36/12/47057 27:11 DT Combat Programming
31/02/47058 18:07 DT Navigation/Radar
23/11/47058 01:24 DT Propulsion
19/17/47057 13:48 DT Super Heating
02/06/47058 09:31 DT ...
He accessed the blade’s super-heating properties and bright plasma began swelling up around him. When lit, it created quite an intimidating display. At least U-3 imagined it would be intimidating to a Terra12 creature. Most animals tended to have an innate fear of fire.
Nothing Can Stop Me NowThe warm touch of midnight sun opened Amelia’s eyes.Nothing Can Stop Me Now by soundslikestrawberry
Slowly and contently, she woke up from her six-hour power-saving cycle. Her metallic skin gleamed in the light as a sprawling row of solar panels brought her systems to life. Soon enough, the sensors that lined her sleek frame began to flick out eagerly. All in all, the whole process took less than ten seconds. Smiling inwardly, Amelia began to look at the readings.
Today is day 136 since mission launch. Approximate distance to Earth is still pending. The outside temperature is 16.1 Kelvin, the local gravitational pull is negligible, and I am flying through space at seven kilometres per second.
All is normal, she thought. Still smiling inside, Amelia spread her external antenna array behind her like a clothesline woven from silver. As a helium cloud zoomed past, she let out a burst of radio signal and waited for the reply in excitement.
Earth did not answer.
With a sigh that no one
The Soul Eaters"The Soul Eaters"The Soul Eaters by HerNameIsDren
Plot Teaser: A mysterious creature is attacking sentient machines. Can it be stopped?
Involves the Following Plot Elements: Artificial Intelligence, Sentient Non-Humanoid Robots, Stationary Artificial Intelligences, Malfunctioning Technology/Technological Malfunctions, The Paranormal, Psychokinesis, Animism, An Unknown Mystic Monster, Energy Weapons, Romance Between Characters, Romance With Machines, Romance With 'Objects'
WARNING: This is a horror story
and some scenes may be disturbing
to some readers. (Especially to
those who love machines and
(Caption appears: "Year 2103")
To men are sitting at a bar... The non-humanoid robotic bartender serves them each a drink... The robotic bartender is a machine mounted to a track in the ceiling and this is how he gets around.
Man#1: "Well anyway, the soul eater is the damnedest of things.
The Creative Anachronism(Note: The first-person perspective of this story does not necessarily reflect the wants, desires and interests of the author. This is just a story.)The Creative Anachronism by HerNameIsDren
Plot Teaser: A man in the future comes into possession of a machine which allows him to be teleported into any fictional universe.... He chooses the past (The Wild West), but there's a catch: His wife is a non-humanoid, non-mobile artificial intelligence.
Involves the Following Plot Elements: Time Travel, Alternate Universes, Artificial Intelligence, Stationary Artificial Intelligences, Travel Into Fictional Worlds/Realms, Romance Between Characters, Romance With 'Objects', Romance With Machines, Gunsmoke fan fiction to some degree,Inter-Racial/Species Relationships
I stood there in my home. By today's standards she looked like a barn.
On my antique-looking bed laid an anachronism: A beautiful metal machine about 3 or 4 feet long by one or two feet deep/wide, and who constantly flashed a
Chapter: 7: Learning to Pilot TAD"How long will it take to get there?" Amber asked.Chapter: 7: Learning to Pilot TAD by Spyroconvexity
"Without any stops, it is calculated to be a week. But that is only getting there." Zexu replied. TAD's speed was held at the 12 m/h, not to increase. The drones rolled at the same continuos pace, keeping a meter behind.
"The drones are working in low temperatures, and at mid-performance. An optimal 30 miles per hour will advance to high, and 45 to push max." The female AI explained.
"Good, then we shall get there in half the time. That is if you don't mind a rough ride?" Zexu said as some parts on the legs came up and rotated with a quick weez as the small motors cooled.
"I don't mind the rough ride. It's worth it to be safe from those Demons." Amber said.
"Well I guess I could adjust the suspension, but I think it would be better if you put you legs down by the controls. You would be standing and it would lead to less back pain." Zexu said as the suit slowly accelerated.
"O-ok." Amber slid down untill she felt the controls. "That fee
Artificial Intelligence: Chap 1“Come on.”Artificial Intelligence: Chap 1 by NinjaChef673
His foot violently shook again. Cracking his eyes open, the overwhelming scent of industry and garbage invaded his senses. His foot jolted once more.
“Come on,” whined a little boy’s voice. “Get up! Marty’s gonna have dinner ready soon!”
Eyes opened wider, the young man sat up slowly, “By the Angels-“ His hand flew up gripping his head, “I feel like I was hit by a truck.”
“Nah, you’d be much more banged up,” a little boy with short cropped blonde hair and blue eyes shining offered cheeky grin. “Although it does look like someone tried to take a piece of you first.” He held out a short fingered hand, “I wasn't kidding about dinner. Come on! Can you walk?”
The man nodded numbly and ignoring the offered hand slowly pushed himself to hi
Pins and Needles (Creative Writing)Pins and Needles (Creative Writing) by NotADoormatAnymore
The First Fight Scene (The Transitioning)
Tiffany yells in horror as another punch is landed. But the injury is not sustained by the one who received the blow. Young Pinter straightens up as if nothing happened while his baffled attacker screams in pain, holding together his broken hand. Pinter watches his opponent as he attempts at shaking off the agonizing sensation pulsating through his hand. Pinter then addresses Williams. “I don't want to fight you.”
As Williams gathers himself and pulls back to throw another punch, Pinter notices something approaching in the distance. Before Williams can even move to attack, with lightening fast reflexes, Pinter tosses Williams aside taking a direct hit from whatever was shot from the direction of the oncoming attacker. Although the blast knocks him a few feet backwards, Pinter surprisingly remains unharmed. He notices
Aperture Afterlife: GLaDOS's Story - Ch. A1I was born in 1925 as Caroline Breen to a wealthy family in New Mexico. I was the oldest of four children (two boys and two girls) with my siblings being from oldest to youngest: David, Sonya, and Wallace.Aperture Afterlife: GLaDOS's Story - Ch. A1 by E1craZ4life
Throughout my life in school, my favorite class of all time was science. I had dreams of doing science and inventing things to help the world. Science was my all-time favorite class, but I also had a bit of passion for Italian. (Sono anni dall'ultima volta che ho parlato Italiano, quindi io non sono esperto.)
My life took a troubling turn when World War II broke out. My father enlisted in the US military, and he wanted all four of his children to be involved in the military. David and Wallace were ecstatic about being in the military, but Sonya and I were scared for our lives.
In fact, I was so averse to being in the military that I ran away from home in 1942.
To ensure that I would never be found out, I kept my last name a secret at all costs. I snuck onto a boxcar on an eastbound t
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