Bot Trilogy Short Stories -- Anthology-audiobook

This collection of three short stories is set in the universe of the Bot Trilogy. The stories explore several book characters, building on their backstories and developing their world. Fans of the Bot Trilogy will want to dig into this quick read to learn more about the characters they love and the fascinating world of the Bot Trilogy.

ATTICUS COVEN

Atticus Coven is lucky to have a job at all, let alone one with the Corporation. But the work is numbing and repetitive, and the pace is relentless on the brutally efficient AI-controlled factory floor.

Every day is a trial—until her.

It was just a glimpse, but it was enough—Atticus is spellbound and will do anything for just one chance to return her smile.

“Atticus Coven” is the first in a series of short stories set in the universe of the Bot Trilogy series.

MARK SCOTT

Mark Scott is just another boy trying to survive school, have fun with his friends, and enjoy a normal family life. Unfortunately, there's nothing ordinary about his home. His mother is long since out of the picture—he's forced to live with an abusive drunk of a father, every day creeping like a shadow to hide from his father's rage.

Fortunately for Mark, there is always a bigger fish swimming in the sea.

“Mark Scott” is the second in a series of short stories set in the universe of the Bot Trilogy series.

TRAVIS ECKHART

Attending university as a young man, Travis Eckhart is researching technology he hopes will change the world—but will it be for humanity’s profit or his?

Maya Wilson is a beautiful young woman attending university as well—she is also Travis's first love. There have been others, but she is the only one he has really cared about.

Could Maya possibly sway the intentions of the ruthlessly ambitious Travis, and help him find compassion before he discovers power?

“Travis Eckhart” is the third in a series of short stories set in the universe of the Bot Trilogy series.

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An unnerving quiet descended on the factory floor.

Several bots entered the space, stepping through seemingly random doors around the perimeter.  Atticus knew enough to recognize the bots were positioned in the most efficient layout to cover the area.  They were sleek and humanoid, their movements fluid—never a wasted cycle or unnecessary step.

From overhead, the electric voice sounded again. "Mandatory identification is required.  Please look to the nearest ID scanner."

Atticus kept moving, head down, his focus singular.  He brushed roughly past another worker as he weaved through the assembly lines. "Sorry, I didn't see you," he muttered.

Part of the orientation training required of each employee was identification protocols.  Notable for the glowing blue halo around their electronic eye, ID cameras were placed throughout the factory.  Each worker was conditioned to glance at the cameras as they passed, providing a check-in with the system.

People on the floor looked nervously about, eager to comply with the request and get back to work.  The regimented protocols within the factory were challenging to assimilate at first, but once a person got used to them, disruption was unnerving.  Following the protocols was comforting to the initiated, like ants in a line, everyone knowing their place.

The bots began moving through the factory floor, slowly closing a loosely formed killing circle.

Atticus kept his head down, nervously pulling at his paper hood, tucking his face deeper within its folds.  Several dozen more steps, and he would be near the woman—what to do then, he was unsure; he hadn't thought that far ahead.

All around, electronic voices echoed as people were scanned. "Identification complete, return to your station for further instruction."

The sounds of the assembly lines resuming grew louder.  All around, people were returning to their work.  Standing in the open, Atticus's lack of compliance became more obvious with every passing moment.  The noise of the assembly lines struck him as odd—it wasn't something he'd ever noticed before, but after the silence, the sounds were almost assaulting.

The woman—it had to be her—was directly in front of him now.  All that was left to do was to reach out, touch her.  She would turn and see him—after that, he was unsure.

The person before Atticus jumped at his touch.  Human-to-human contact was almost non-existent at the factory and also against the rules.  The person turned, but Atticus did not see the woman; it was a young man not much older than him.

The young man stared at his reflection in the mirrored surface of Atticus's glasses, and hissed, “What are you doing?" All supervisory roles on the factory floor were filled by bots, so there was little chance Atticus had any official business.

Atticus stared at the man; how had he missed her?  The changing shift—he'd come right away.  This should be her—unless—that person he passed moments ago, the one he'd brushed against—could that have been her?

The young man gave Atticus a dirty look. "You're going to get us all in trouble!" He turned back to his work.

Atticus glanced around, saw the ring of bots steadily drawing closer.  If he ran, perhaps he could catch her; she must be headed for the lunchrooms.  There was also the question of his safety—everything was happening so quickly, he hadn't really had time to think.  The bots were close; if they didn't have a bead on him now, they soon would.

Atticus dodged through the lines, cutting a path away from the bots.  There was nowhere to hide; he had to get off the factory floor.  He hopped over an assembly line, failing to see a robotic arm swinging toward him in a wide arc.  The arm caught him in the lower back, tossed him sprawling to the floor.  He scrambled to his feet—people were staring now.  The line had shut down again.

Bots were closing in—it wouldn't be long now.

Atticus ran full tilt down an open alleyway between two lines, heading toward the floor exit.

Red tracking dots covered Atticus as he moved, projected by the ID cameras.  The bots pivoted smoothly as they followed his progress.  The AI knew it was best to let him move away from the cramped confines of the assembly floor.  The open areas of the hallway would make monitoring him easier and give the bots room to maneuver.