fo4 sentry bot

They are the Sentinels... Three races descended from ancient guardians of mankind, each possessing unique abilities in their battle to protect humanity against their eternal foes-the Synestryn. Now, one warrior must fight his own desire if he is to discover the power that lies within his one true love... Helen Day is haunted by visions of herself surrounded by flames, as a dark-haired man watches her burn. So when she sees the man of her nightmares staring at her from across a diner, she attempts to flee-but instead ends up in the man's arms. There, she awakens a force more powerful and enticing than she could ever imagine. For the man is actually Theronai warrior Drake, whose own pain is driven away by Helen's presence. Together, they may become more than lovers-they may become a weapon of light that could tip the balance of the war and save Drake's people...

Where to find the perfect man? You program him of course. I'm a genius, lonely, touch-deprived genius. Roman is a top programmer for a robot company, he's trying to create a new program to introduce human feelings to the bots. Deciding to get a Bot for himself to keep him company it all went well until that night. The robot with the artificial intelligence classified his creator as a little, being treated like a little wasn't that weird first until the first punishment. Roman just did his biggest mistake, or best decision yet. Warning: This story is DDLB, MDLB, CGL story, don't like it don't read it.

I was going to school when the apocalypse

A box of chocolates, a postcard, and the beginning of some super surreal nightmares...

Strength has always been revered. It is respected and feared. Have too little of it, and the world will brutalise you. Have too much of it, however, and the world will turn on you. Thorgar is the Last Sentry, and his power caused ruin to his people. Revenge now fills his soul as he scours the world for those who harmed his kin. He will find, sadly, that revenge is not so easily achieved. This story will mainly be in Thorgar's perspective.

Come And follow me in the Story of Franklin Where like it or not, he gets reborn as a Pulse Sentry! [TITLE PICTURE IS NOT MINE! I'll Happily remove it if the real creator wants me to :> A Young man Down on his luck, A bad paying job, barley Affording rent, how could life get any worse? he Steps out of his apartment building ready to Start another back breaking day of work, until the Sound of a Certain white truck barrels down the road, the Sound of crushing Bones and everything goes black. [PARAMETERS HAVE BEEN MET.] [Initializing Combine System...]

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guy is sent to the boys universe with the power of the Sentry

Dave has always been the oddball in the community. He is very young and very poor and readily subjected to bullying. In a bid to survive, he joins an orphanage/organization that requires him to scavenge to make ends meet. On tis very day, he stumbles upon a broken down machine and ultimately, his life changes. ********* *Connecting to host!* "What??" *Connection 20% complete* It inches closer to him. "Hey, if you touch me!" *Oh!!! Don't be a pussy, host!*

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!