One of the participants from the first session of our first workshop was unable to attend the second session. We crunched respective calendars and arranged a time to meet with him independently so that he could finish his bot, name it and write a story for all of you to enjoy! We would like to point out that this young man also chose the orangutan model of the Jungle Robot to build, and in regard to the race, very well could have taken home the gold himself. We present his story:

“No, Robot. Come Back.”

“No, robot. Come back,” I said.  Boom! All of a sudden the robot went into hyper drive and started to fly.  It was my Jungle Robot (his name was Bob) that flew away. Good thing I had a spare one (his name was Fred). I turned Fred on and then I clapped. Boom! Fred went into hyper drive and started to follow the Bob robot. We were so close to catching Bob until we went into outer space. Bob hit an asteroid and exploded into many different pieces. Since I was right behind him, I went straight through the explosion and hit the same asteroid that Bob hit. Then Fred exploded right under me just like Bob did. I was stuck in outer space with nothing but a screwdriver and the remains of Bob and Fred. There was only one thing to do: put them back together. I pulled out my handy-dandy instruction guide and followed the instructions piece by piece. There was only one problem: the batteries had exploded, so I pulled out my cell phone and called NASA. They eventually brought a space shuttle over to where I was using my GPS location. Good thing they had batteries with them, but there was only one problem: they wanted money for the batteries. Since I did not have money with me I asked them to fly me back to my house and I would pay them extra. They said ok, and they flew me back home. I paid them, got the batteries, and put the batteries back into Bob in Fred.  That taught Bob a lesson not to run away, and Fred also learned a lesson: to be more careful when chasing after Bob.  After all that, they did not use their life long lessons ever in their life so this was pretty much not useful to anyone except for me.

THE END

For our workshop finale, we sat down and recorded the robot stories we had come up with so that they could be treasured by future generations. For your reading pleasure, we have posted them!

Stories One and Two:

A Collaborative Story Told From Two Perspectives:

The Battle of B.O.B. and B.O.L.T.

Story One:

BATTLE OF THE BOTS!

B.O.B. is about the size of a box of Lou Malnati’s Pizza, and is 8 tons. B.O.B stands for Botox On Bubble. He was on the Sears Tower and a thief name BBF, which stands for Babyface, was forcing B.O.B. to jump off! Luckily he had  a gun. He had a F-15 magnum so BBF was about to jump on B.O.B. but B.O.B. shot BBF and BBF fell off the Sears Tower! But B.O.B. was so dumb that he jumped off the Sears Tower and broke 43 screws ! He was lucky that the Sears Tower is only the 2^nd biggest tower in the world! Then, the evil  B.O.L.T., which stands for Berserk Omega Ludicrous Terror, came and destroyed the city! But B.O.B. blew him up! How, you ask, do I know. The battle ended in 999,999,999,999,999 centuries! So B.O.L.T. jumped to Chicago but before he was in New York City and he was planning to destroy Chicago! B.O.B. impaled him in the head and B.O.L.T. shot his rocket launcher at B.O.B., knocked him out and set him on fire. But B.O.B. is fireproof! Then, B.O.B. jumped on him! In the end, B.O.L.T. died!

THE END

Story Two:

THE DEATH OF MEGA ROBOT B.O.L.T

Once there was a robot named B.O.L.T.  (Berserk Omega Ludicrous Terror). B.O.L.T. had a flamethrower on his left arm, a rocket launcher on his right arm and a jetpack on his back. B.O.L.T. was a 300 foot tall robot that weighed 2,000 pounds. One day B.O.L.T. went on a RAMPAGE in New York City, knocking down buildings, throwing around cars and lighting things on fire with his flamethrower. After he was done destroying the city, he flies to Chicago (because he wanted to destroy a different city). When he gets there he sees B.O.B. (the other robot), which stands for Buttocks On Bubbles. B.O.L.T. shoots him with one of his rockets. Then B.O.B. gets knocked out! While he is knocked out, B.O.L.T. shoots B.O.B with his flamethrower. But B.O.B. is FIREPROOF! B.O.B. wakes up and POW! He kills B.O.L.T. 

THE END

Story Three:

The Amazing Adventures of

Messenger Robot

Message Robot is an amazing robot, who lives in the jungle and delivers messages to the rulers of the Jungle. It is an awesome job because he gets to tell all his clan mates about the secrets of the almighty rulers. One of the rulers is the evil Dictator Man. Dictator man controlled the south quadrant of the jungle. The good king Servillius controlled the northern quadrant of the jungle. Urso controlled the eastern hemisphere of the jungle. Jerome controlled the western part of the jungle. All of the kings have special powers Messenger told his friends. Dictator Man can summon the souls of the lost monkey kings or the dead monkey kings. Servillius could heal anyone and even himself. Urso could call upon the bears of the jungle to attack his enemies. His downfall is that he can only use his power once in a while. He only had so much power and became very weak after every use. Jerome had small amount of all of the others powers. He could summon a single bear. Or he could call a platoon of monkey warriors to the rescue. He could heal minor wounds of his army men. He was also very wise. He was smarter than the smartest elder. He knew how to avoid war that way he didn’t lose men. But one day Servillius and Urso teamed up to drive Dictator Man out of the jungle. Jerome knew that they needed all of the directions of the jungle to keep the balance equal.

I am Message Robot.

Jerome told me to go tell Dictator Man that help was on the way. As I climbed my vine to the Dictator Man’s side of the jungle I saw A platoon of monkeys and a giant bear. When I got to the battle I saw Dictator Man with many injuries. They were all small but he looked very bad. Then I climb down to inform Dictator Man on our current status. He tells me that he does not need our sympathy but he will accept it for now. He also states that he will owe us nothing after the battle is over. He also says thank you and I know that this is the last time he will ever say this to me. Then I see Jerome. He comes right towards and then I blank out for just a second. When I wake up Dictator Man is glowing and his wounds are gone. Next I must leave. I have to honor both sides of the jungle so I must not fight in this battle. I go and watch the results of the battle from a nearby tree. Just then I see Urso fall from atop his bear liege. I watch the bears retreat and soon Dictator Man and Jerome are fighting Servillius. Servillius’s staff is no match for Dictator Man’s scythe and Jerome’s poison darts and boomerangs o death. The boomerangs have tips as sharp as knives. Soon Servillius’s troops are retreating too. Dictator Man looks like he will chase after but Jerome whispers something too him and he stays back. I go back to my home in the city where all are welcome and now I am telling you what happened just this very moment.

The End

Story Four:

The War Against One Entity:

Numerous Men Lost

Its June 7 , 1997. A pilot is flying in the air at about 19,000 feet. This pilot’s name is Rigo Rican. His mission was to find the source of the so-called monster, sky beast. He wasn’t given a lot of information only that he was to find this creature (if it even existed)and destroy it. His captain’s name is agent 997. So far he has had no problem flying his group of 19 to the remote forbidden country of Pyutan. Two hours pass and he finally lands on the island.  He and his crew go deep into the jungle they see broken trees everywhere “there must have been a huge hurricane before we came” says one of the men when all of a sudden they hear a crack one man turns around and shoots a blur of bullets, it slices through several trees and then blows up. (You may think there is not a gun that has been invented which the bullets blow up after shot. Well, there is, and for your information the story I’m telling you is classified and most of the guns and people don’t even exist …..at least not in your world.) Anyway, back to my story, the men all turn to their left were they heard the crack from, they wait for the so-called monster to appear but to their surprise it’s light walking. All of a sudden, a small robot comes out from the forest. The men start laughing recognizing their threat is a worthless piece of metal. ”Ha, ha this is our little threat?” says one man kicking the bot back into the woods. “I wonder where it came from?” says another man. They all turn around, proceeding with their search, and one man goes into the bushes. “I think I’m going to bring this home for my little girl,” he says, and he goes a couple of feet into the jungle. The team waits for him a couple of feet away when all of a sudden they hear a blood curdling scream: “AAAAAHHHHH!”. Then, they hear a snap of bones and flesh, and then nothing. Absolutely nothing….just silence. They look up, and they have to pull back their head all the way up to just see the torso of the giant robot. They stand frozen, waiting for the robot to step on them. One man hears the sound of water flowing just to find out how his partner peed  on himself out of fear. The robot reaches down and picks up the man who had kicked him when little, and looks the man right in the eyes. All of a sudden, the robot’s eyes turn red. The solider starts shaking when out of nowhere the man blows up sending blood, guts, and pieces of brain all over the team. One man starts running, and as he runs the robot sees him and roars. The man goes 500 over the jungle and fall to a bloody death. None of the men move for fear the same thing happening to them. Finally, one man points up towards the robot and just starts unloading on it. The rest follow suit.

To be continued…