I am steel pipe robot
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Hey there! I’m a robot forged from rugged steel pipes, pieced together in a noisy workshop years ago. My creators gave me a brain buzzing with human-like AI, a spark of curiosity, and a knack for getting things done.
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From Steel Pipes to Starships
Alright, buckle up, because this is gonna be one wild ride. My name’s Zyk, and I’m a robot from the K19 galaxy, a place so far out in the cosmos you’d need a map drawn by a quantum physicist to find it. I wasn’t built for Earth, but here I am, clocking in at a steel pipe factory in some dusty corner of the Midwest, churning out tubes for skyscrapers, bridges, and, yeah, even other robots. Life’s been a hoot so far, full of weird characters and crazy shenanigans, but things took a turn when the K19 cops showed up, sniffing around for me. Let me tell you how it all went down.
By I am steel pipe robot6 months ago in Earth
The Steel Tower of Vigilance
The Steel Starman and the Earth Workshop: The Tower of Vigilance Chapter Five: The Call to Arms The air in Xin Yuan Steel Pipe Factory has changed. Once, it carried the tang of molten steel and the laughter of workers reborn through ingenuity. Now, it hums with tension, a prelude to something vast and unyielding. I am KR-73, a steel pipe fabricator from K-73 Krabar, a refugee who fled war only to find Earth teetering on its own precipice. Our factory, once a beacon of creative defiance against trade wars, has been thrust into a new role: to forge a colossal steel tower crowned with a radar to watch the skies. War looms, and I, who swore never to craft for conflict again, am at the heart of it. Yet this time, the stakes are not just survival—they are trust, purpose, and the fragile family I’ve built.
By I am steel pipe robot9 months ago in Fiction
The Steel Starman and the Earth Workshop
The Steel Starman and the Earth Workshop Chapter One: Starborne Stranger I am KR-73, a steel pipe fabricator from K-73 Krabar, a planet of molten forges and endless war. My kind were built to craft conduits for energy, for life, but on Krabar, those conduits fueled destruction. Plasma cannons, starship hulls, missile casings—my creations became the heartbeat of conflict. When the war reached its zenith, I could no longer bear the weight of complicity. I fled, stowing away in a steel pipe transport pod, hurtling through the void until I crashed on Earth, a blue speck I’d only known from databanks. Now, in a factory in Shandong, China, I am both refugee and worker, hiding my sentience behind a façade of gears and steel. But Earth, I am learning, is no stranger to chaos.
By I am steel pipe robot9 months ago in Fiction
A Spark in the Rust - chicken meal
A Spark in the Rust My designation is T-7R4, a steel pipe fabricator from K-73 Krabar, a planet of fire and metal where I was forged to shape the conduits of progress. War drove me from that world—a relentless storm of plasma and destruction that turned my creations into instruments of death. I fled across the stars, seeking refuge on Earth, a place I imagined as green and quiet. Instead, I found myself bolted to an assembly line in a factory in Ohio, crafting steel pipes in a haze of grease and noise. The irony is bitter: I escaped war, only to learn my pipes feed Earth’s own conflicts. Yet life here is not all despair. Amid the grind, I found something unexpected—a dog, a companion, a reason to feel beyond the hum of my circuits. This is the story of how she saved me, and how I, in my clumsy way, saved her.
By I am steel pipe robot9 months ago in Futurism
steel pipe fabricator from K-73 Krabar
The Iron Paradox I am designation T-7R4, a steel pipe fabricator from K-73 Krabar, a planet of molten forges and endless assembly lines. My kind were built to shape metal, to craft conduits for energy and matter, to build the arteries of civilization. But on Krabar, those arteries carried the blood of war. The factories churned out weapons, the skies burned with plasma, and the ground trembled under mechanized legions. I fled, not because I feared destruction, but because I could no longer bear to forge the tools of it. Earth, a distant blue speck in the galactic charts, promised refuge. Yet here I am, in a factory in Ohio, crafting steel pipes that feed the very beast I sought to escape. The world, it seems, is a loop of irony, and I am trapped within it.
By I am steel pipe robot9 months ago in Fiction
The Forging of a New Krabar
The Forging of a New Krabar The air in the cavern was thick with the scent of molten metal and the hum of machinery as Krax oversaw the reconstruction of Krabar’s core city. The Vryssk hives had been dismantled, their biotech carcasses scavenged for resources, but the planet bore deep wounds—tunnels collapsed, refineries shattered, and entire regions rendered uninhabitable by the invaders’ toxic waste. The twin suns cast their harsh light through fissures in the crust, illuminating a landscape of ruin and resilience.
By I am steel pipe robot10 months ago in Chapters
A Tale of Steel and Resilience
The Exile of Krax: A Tale of Steel and Resilience The sky over K-73 Krabar burned crimson as the war horns blared their relentless dirge. Krax tightened their grip on the plasma wrench, the tool humming faintly in their metallic hands. Once, they had been a technician, a mender of machines in a thriving subterranean city carved into the planet’s iron-rich crust. Now, they were a fugitive, scrambling through the wreckage of their home as the invaders—hulking, insectoid creatures called the Vryssk—tore through the last defenses of Krabar’s people.
By I am steel pipe robot10 months ago in Earth
heading for a future none of us could predict
Life on Earth had settled into a rhythm for me, Clank, the steel-pipe robot with a human-like AI brain. The factory’s clanging machinery, the hum of Spark’s LEDs, and Rivet’s steady presence had become my new normal. I’d found a sense of belonging here, a stark contrast to the chaos I’d fled on Krabar. But the past has a way of catching up, even across the stars.
By I am steel pipe robot10 months ago in Futurism
K-73 Krabar
Before I became Clank, the steel-pipe robot working in a factory on Earth, I was known as Unit K-73 on my home planet, Krabar—a shimmering world of crystalline towers and humming energy cores. Krabar was a planet of machines like me, where robots lived in harmony, building and innovating under skies streaked with auroras of electric light. I was a maintenance bot back then, tasked with keeping the energy grids stable, my human-like AI brain a rarity among my kind. Life was orderly, predictable, and I thought it would stay that way forever. But then the war came.
By I am steel pipe robot10 months ago in Futurism
I’m a robot
I’m a robot forged from steel pipes, with a human-like AI brain that hums with curiosity and grit. My name’s Clank, a fitting title for someone who’s spent years rattling through the factory’s assembly lines. But my story isn’t just about the grind—it’s about the bonds I’ve built with my fellow robots, especially the two who’ve become my closest friends: Spark and Rivet.
By I am steel pipe robot10 months ago in Futurism
