Robot Story Backup 2024 PDF

Character list Main Protagonists - Laura Helen McAllister - Luke James McAllister - Luci (Amelia) Charlotte McAllister - Lina (Caroline) Arianne McAllister - Leila Hazel McAllister Main antagonists - Maglinomus Cerebellum - General Robert A-1-7 - Lieutenant Comutera B-1-26...

Character list Main Protagonists - Laura Helen McAllister - Luke James McAllister - Luci (Amelia) Charlotte McAllister - Lina (Caroline) Arianne McAllister - Leila Hazel McAllister Main antagonists - Maglinomus Cerebellum - General Robert A-1-7 - Lieutenant Comutera B-1-26 Supporting Characters - Grace and Tracey Coggin - Commander L-466-2947 - Secretary H-397-3891 - Riley Hickey-Byrne Pets - Cream (cat) - Cookie (dog) - Canine9374 (dog hologram) Note: The language the futuristic people speak is called Colange and is also the language in which this book is written in but is translated into English for the sake of the present people. Prologue Not even the members of the Aliened Immortals dared to look up. If they did, they would have been turned to molten metal in less than a thousandth of a second due to elevated levels of fear remittent to the eye. And nothing nor anyone had radiated higher levels of fear remittent than the Maglinomus Cerebellum. No one. Emily and her husband Dave were sent to Haumea as human scientists doing research on the planet about how the robots managed to survive it, even thrive there. What they didn't know was that their employer, Aliunde Kena, had sent them on a suicide mission. They were not aware of it, but they were carrying cameras that allowed the humans on Earth to see what the AI were up to. The camera would carry invaluable information for humanity to survive back to Earth. And neither Emily nor Dave would ever know about the genius of it all. Emily's thoughts shifted over to her children. It must have been years since she saw them last. When she and Dave saw them last, Leila was still an infant. Now she must be at least 5 years old. Dave nudged her. The presentation was starting. Emily looked up. It was pitch black and the stage seemed to have a big glass jar draped with a piece of black polyester fibre on it. The humans squinted to look closer. Was that the robot General Robert and Lieutenant Comutera of the Aliened Immortals? And they were dusting a guillotine, a human invention. It almost looked like the robots were going to execute someone. How very strange... Emily almost cried out in shock. It had gone wrong, terribly wrong. This was supposed to be a research project to aid humans in the further exploration of the universe. But obviously the AI didn't want to negotiate peace. They wanted to kill them. Dave, also sensing something was wrong, grabbed his gun and quickly fired it around every robot. The AI around them were either destroyed or had escaped. Soon it was only the General, Lieutenant and the jar left against the spies. "Your cover had been blown long ago," sneered the General, "We were planning your execution after the display," \-\--"which unfortunately for you, we ruined," Emily cut in, "now why don't you tell us why you planned our execution and why is the guillotine that chopped King Louis XVI in your hands? It should be in the National City of France Museum. And why don't you show us what's under that curtain of yours?" The General gave them a sinister smile as he answered, "unfortunately we cannot answer every question that you threw at us as it is confidential information, but as you would like to know what's underneath the cloth, I'll show you right now." The Lieutenant started to protest, but the General atomized the fibre and Emily gasped. Because underneath the cloth was the dead Leader of the Immortals, Slayer of the Innocent, Demon of the Divine, he was also known for his crimes against humanity, threatening mankind's entire existence. The Maglinomus Cerebellum. Just as she thought. But he died. Reality smacked Emily in the face, hard. They were not sent to Haumea to gather information about the AI secretly and how they could live on the planet. What a big, fat lie. Aliunde Kena was laughing at them from the very start. So, that was why they had been sent to Haumea. To investigate His death. Dave almost fainted in fear and shock. What in the Milky Way was he doing here? Why? He watched in horror as the Cerebellum guy lay still with his eyes closed. He would have been handsome when he was around 30, but old age had taken the handsomeness out of him. He shook his head, he should not have let his wife come here, let alone let her bring him. Maglinomus Cerebellum was evil enough when he was alive, and Dave should have been glad that he was dead, but no! Maglinomus just had to open his eyes. Dave watched with Emily, paralyzed. This Haumea place should have been a good enough chance to negotiate peace with the AI ambassador, but Emily just had to find the cave, just had to come here. The pieces of the puzzle clicked together. This was not a relaxing business trip. Aliunde Kena had sent them here to die for humankind. Cerebellum's glowing blue eyes seemed to hypnotize people, and if Emily had not punched his arm, he would have fallen in the trance. Slowly, Maglinomus got up. "General Robert," boomed the voice of Maglinomus Cerebellum, "Lieutenant Comutera, finally you have been able to finish the task I have set you before my death. Now I will live like a true Immortal with real Immortality," he laughed, "and as for you two... a simple spark shall do nicely, so why not? It is time for you two to see only a billionth of my power!" Emily was hurled by a fireball, large enough to burn an elephant to ashes, straight to the wall. Surprisingly though, she was not. Dave hurled himself at the crazy dead person, being tossed by Maglinomus aside by another spark. Maglinomus summoned a giant ball of flames to burn the two humans. Then he left. Dave just had time to mouth "Do it!" at his dying wife, before being consumed by the flames and Emily's screams. Aware of her own state, Emily held back the sobbing and figured she probably had a minute or two before the flames or her injuries. But she chose to die another way. She summoned all her remaining willpower to summon a transporter to Earth and collapsed. The information sent to Earth was the most valuable since the AI revolution and people could say the mission was successful. The two humans were honoured and Aliunde Kena could have laughed if he were still alive. The information would help their children in the elimination against the Immortals. The humans would go on to defeat the Cerebellum and Emily and Dave's children would go on to defeat him forever. But that is another story. Laura Dear Aurelie (I am naming you Aurelie) Now, where shall we start? Ah yes, my life. As you cannot see me, I will include a physical description of me in my introduction. I am Laura Helen McAllister, and I am 13 years old. I come from Planet Earth and is from the city of Britain. The small town in which I was born in is called Bristol. My other siblings were born in the towns of Edinburgh, Manchester, Cornwall, and Glasgow, respectively. We now live in London. I have straight brown shoulder-length hair and chocolate-brown eyes. I am average in height and weight for my age. And I have four siblings: Luke James McAllister (11), his twin, Luci (Amelia) Charlotte McAllister (11), Lina (Caroline) Arianne McAllister (9), and Leila Hazel McAllister (7). We are living with this Aunt Wendie and her nice but dumb child, Wanda. I like reading and my parents are on a diplomatic mission to... this planet. Honestly, I have no idea where they are, and they have been absent for at least six and a half years. Anyway, I think I have finished the description of myself and can properly start writing in you now. Yours truly, Laura McAllister Dear Aurelie, How are you getting along? Because I'm okay. I mean, Aunt Wendie isn't terrible, but I still prefer mom and dad. Wanda is nice but very, very stupid. Still, I guess they're better than some of the foster parents we have here in Britain. Yours truly, Laura McAllister Dear Aurelie, I had the weirdest dream last night. It was about this brain-in-a-glass-jar giving a speech to a bunch of... robots? I mean, they looked like the ones which were taught in history classes, but I thought they went extinct! And my dream was inaudible, but I learn Lip-sync as a language in school other than Colange and I can kind of understand what they were saying. Something like 3056 (next year...?) blah blah blah unprepared blah blah blah will never notice blah blah blah humans will go extinct blah blah blah... Terrifying, right? I told Luke and he agreed, "Definitely sounds frightening, I don't want to go extinct." But I still cannot decide whether it was a nightmare or a premonition. Yours truly, Laura McAllister Dear Aurelie, Guess what? The weird dreams are here again! This time round it's about the brain guy and his... General? Lieutenant? This time round I'm fairly sure they're premonitions. Does that mean we're actually going to be wiped of the face of Planet Earth now? Hopefully not. Anyway, it was a rough night yesterday. With the brain talking to this robot called 'General Robot' and 'Lieutenant Computer' or something like that. Not the best of names as far as I'm concerned. So, what on Earth are those robot guys doing in my dream? I'll just go to bed tonight and see what happens. Yours truly, Laura McAllister Dear Aurelie, The dreams have stopped, at least for now. Today the episode is about Luke. We aren't allowed outside because the dangers and how we might end up being abducted to Haumea and Pluto or something like that. Honestly, who are we so afraid of anyway? The big brain guy? No idea. Anyway, Luke, being Luke, sneaked out onto The Street and got us all a glass of orange juice each. Nice of him, but Aunt Wendie didn't think so and gave him the third beating in a week. Wanda defended him mainly because she got orange juice. Yours truly, Laura McAllister Luke Hello, and welcome to Luke's Wonderful Podcast. It's not fair that Laura gets a diary, and I got some metal scraps, but I managed to pierce them together to make a recording device. And I can listen to the raspy recording of myself too. Leila: This is Luke, presumed dead, we are on a mission to find him but so far, no luck. He did not describe himself in his device at all, so I will have to describe him in here. Luke looks like a male version of Lucia, his twin, who will be described in the next section. Fair hair and blue eyes. Except Lucia has wavy hair and Luke has short, straight hair. Except Lucia is curvy and pretty when he is short and muddy. Are both nimble and athletic. Both hates being cooped up in the house and are contrasts to my older sister, Laura who enjoys reading, studying and almost nothing else. And she hates the outdoors as much as the twins hate the indoors. Luke loves gadgets and machinery. He would often find boring stuff from almost everywhere and make all sorts of cool wacky stuff from them. Lucia loves the ancient martial arts, and she can fight like a ninja. Disclaimer: This was totally not my fault. I know what Lucia, Lina and Leila may say, but Wanda wanted to copy my example, it's not like I forced her! I should have known and stopped her, but, hey! You know I'm a deep sleeper! I'll start with Laura's dreams about going extinct and all that because they were pretty worrying. I mean, anybody who wants to end up dead raise your hands. See, you didn't! Luckily, the crazy dreams didn't try to trouble me. So, should I be thankful? Anyway, I was dreaming about fried chicken at about 6:00 am when I awoke to the sound of Aunt Wendie's scream, "Where's Wanda?" If you ever see Aunt Wanda running at you with a mad look on her face, run for your life. She's going to scream at you in your ear and make you deaf for the rest of your life. If the matter is super serious, she's going to beat you with Her Stick and make your bum look red as a monkey's. So, just run. No matter how sleepy you are. Don't make the mistake I made that morning. New record: 5 beatings in a week. 3 for sneaking out, 1 for being lazy and 1 for setting a bad example for Wanda. So, anyway, that morning. Aunt Wendie came at me like a raging bull. A cliché, I know, but she did look angry as a bull. I was paralysed, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, what's happening? What's all this Great Wanda Disappearance about?" I meant to make a joke to crack her up, but who knew Wanda was such a touchy topic? I got a crack with Her Stick and my bum felt like a volcano for weeks afterwards. "All your fault! If you had not been sneaking out Wanda wouldn't have sneaked away!" To be honest, I agree that words hurt more than sticks. "What?!" "Don't you dare 'what' me!" "What, Wand's gone? How... what on earth?! Where's she gone?" "If I knew I wouldn't be wasting my time with you now!" Okay, I did kind of feel some guilt over her disappearance. I mean, she went out on her own, and just, well, was gone. And that was my influence. So we looked for her in the grocery store where I bought the orange juice. No luck. The ice cream parlour that I always used to bring her ice cream from. No luck. Eventually we searched the whole town of London, and we still couldn't find her! So we consulted my GPS tracker and searched for her in the whole of the city of Britain. Where could she have been? I mean, yeah, she was dumb, but she would at least have had the sense to stay in Britain, right? Anyone? Okay, I admit it. She mightn't. So sneaked out in the night when Aunt was asleep, and we climbed into my wonderful machine called the car. I built it from scrap metal, and I mean, it works wonderfully (apart from being a bit old in design and all that). The others it 'old- fashioned,' 'plain,' and would have refused to go but since there was no other option except for walking and the ***majority*** of us voted to ride (Luci, I'm not looking at anyone in particular, am I? Ow, stop!) I had to drive. I mean, the steering wheel was a bit wonky, and I didn't really get the hang of the automatic drive function just yet, but hey, I built it myself! (And I was driving and in charge so they couldn't complain about the smell or the 9-week-old cheese in the boot.) So anyway, we were driving to, um... (Laura, what's the capital of the City of France again? Oh Paris? Oh I totally knew that.) Sorry, where was I again? Ah, yes, so we were driving to Paris and just looking at every single clue that may lead us to Wanda. The only problems were that we may be going on a wild goose chase while Wanda might be at home safely grinning her huge smile, we were disobeying Aunt's orders and well, it just isn't safe. And our progress was too slow! But still, things couldn't have gotten any worse, right? So I thought. If I knew earlier that I would have jinxed everybody, I would have not thought that at all. On the way, I was humming a tune while sweating when I remembered that I had forgotten to add an air con. It sucks. Anyway, I must have said that aloud because suddenly everyone was complaining about it and it was getting hotter and stuffier while I was there trying not to explode while driving over a big field in the middle of nowhere, as well as trying not to die of the heat. (So I should be complaining because I got it worse than you people, Luci stop!) Now, um... where was I? Right, the part where I almost died of over-stuffiness. suddenly everything was spinning and I JUST HAD TO GET OUT OF THE CAR! So I stopped and rushed out and that's when I found it. The code. Amelia Okay, look. I've a point to make, and fast, because I'm half dead. I will, have to make a 'memoir' because this was what Lina requested. I don't have time to make an actual memoir, but this memory log should be enough to do the job. This is much quicker than what my siblings asked for. I turned the Dear Diary button off because I hate it. My older sister has been writing in her own 'diary' for almost a year. She's obsessed. I am here for a few seconds, and I don't like diaries so there. Also, I am entitled by my older sister to include a physical description of myself. To annoy me. So there. But whatever, I am what people assume what dumb blondes look like (Yes that cliché has survived thousands of years so there!); I have very blonde hair, which people envy by the way, that is long and wavy (Honestly, Laura can have my hair. I'll trade it for hers. People underestimate me and my old school didn't let on the survival skills club because I'm blonde! Racial discrimination!), cold blue eyes and people say I have a small mouth which rarely smiles. (I do when Luke cracks me up) Okay Laura, finished with this stupid description! Time to tell the story. It all started with Laura having these weird dreams and except for Luke and her, nobody really cared. She used to have nightmares when she was younger, so we didn't really pay attention either. But that was before Wanda went missing. Aunt Wendie got really mad at Wanda's framed picture. She screamed about running away and her warnings. She calmed down a bit when she saw us cowering in the corner. Said she was sorry. But deep down we all knew she blamed us as much as herself. But basically, she was mad at everyone on the planet. So, we set off to find her. Dumb as Wanda was, we loved her like a real sibling. On the way, Laura explained her weird dreams and, now alongside Wanda's disappearance, us five children suspected nothing would really be the same anymore. (And well, it isn't.) The rabats...rotors...robots? Whatever they were, were a serious threat, and we now understood why Aunt Wendie decided we had to hide. Millions of questions raced around my head. Didn't our parents go looking for the Aliened Intelligence or Immortals or something like that? How come Aunt Wendie knew? Should it be classified as Threatening Secrets? We pretty much had the whole of the continent of Eurasia and North America covered and searched thoroughly for Wanda, and, well, no results, obviously! The point I'm trying to make is that even though the General and Lieutenant are defeated, and we won't be seeing their hideous robotic faces again, but so is poor Lina and so will be me. And Wanda is possibly dead. So there. Anyway, I'm also trying to say that we were searching on the whole continent, still no sign of Wanda to this day. So, we had no choice but to search for her in another country. Oh weren't our journeys sweet! Not. It's not fair that Aunt Wendie must go through this. She's already lost her husband, and her real son, Willer. Wanda is her only daughter and now she might have lost her as well. We aren't really her children. Just being cared for while our parents are away. So we were on quite a wild goose chase before we found it, the evidence that led us here. In nice big letters. Pretty simple, huh? We found her a week later in a hotel room bruised and battered? Brought her back to Aunt? Hugs and tears of joy? What big fat NO s to those questions! Traditional detective stories aren't true. The truth is that the evidence was some sort of scrap paper written in code, font: Times New Roman, and I bet Luke would not have found them if not for Wanda's shoes lying beside it. I remember them clearly, the pink trainers with fake diamonds encrusted around the white soles. Two diamonds missing on the left shoe, a dirt stain on the right. Her favourite pair. Arothnis, the brand, or something like that. Got them last year, from a distant relative. Aunt was a bit suspicious of it at the start, because she didn't know who was this Great- great-aunt's best friend's niece's cousin's son or something like that was.