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Having defeated the rampaging robots in The Junkyard Bot, George is thrilled to score his dream internship at Tinker Tech. But he and his best pal, Jackbot, realize that something does not compute when a dangerous new invention threatens Terabyte Heights. As he and his friends search for answers, they uncover secrets about George’s past that may change his life . . . forever. Robots, engineering, and buddy stories have never been this cool, or this much fun. Perfect for restless readers who crave gizmos, gadgets, and mystery by the megabyte! Visit www.robotsrulebooks.com to learn more.
Lots of Bots (Robots Rule), by C. J. Richards - Amazon Sales Rank: #739514 in Books
- Brand: Richards, C. J./ Fujita, Goro (ILT)
- Published on: 2015-05-05
- Released on: 2015-05-05
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 8.30" h x .80" w x 5.50" l, .0 pounds
- Binding: Hardcover
- 224 pages
Lots of Bots (Robots Rule), by C. J. Richards Review "Fans of the first book will uncover more of the same in the sequel. It is also well-suited for young readers looking for an accessible introduction to the science-fiction genre. More entry-level fun for the robot-loving set."—Kirkus "Silly fun and high-tech intrigue on every page."—Booklist
About the Author C. J. Richards has loved tinkering with gadgets since he was a little boy. He remembers fondly the time he accidentally blew up his father’s radio after some experimental rewiring. Mr. Richards lives with his wife, his cat, and his eight televisions.Goro Fujita has been fascinated by drawing since childhood. He was born in Japan and moved with his family to Germany when he was three years old. He now lives in California, where he works as an illustrator and visual development artist on feature films and TV commercials.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. 1. The pickup truck lurched sideways as Uncle Otto jerked the wheel, throwing George against the door. “Out of the way, you metal moron!” Otto yelled, as they narrowly missed a mail-bot on the sidewalk. “Look out!” George shouted. A robot-driven bus was heading straight toward them, its electronic horn blaring. Otto braked hard with a screech of rubber, then swerved the truck back into its lane. “That was close!” George said from the passenger seat, his heart pounding. “Lucky for us I have good reflexes,” Otto said. He was wearing his usual dingy work shirt and jeans, which were dotted with engine-oil stains. “With all these robot drivers nowadays, sometimes I feel like I’m the only one on the road with a real brain in my head.” “Yes, an archaic one,” muttered George’s personal robot, Jackbot, from the backseat. “Obsolete, outdated, old-school.” George snorted a laugh. “What was that, tin man?” growled Otto. “Nothing,” George said quickly. If Otto and Jackbot started going at it, they’d never get where they were going. “But have you ever considered that maybe it’s time we got a smartcar too? Everyone else has one.” Otto gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles went white. “You think I’d let a bunch of wires and batteries drive me around?” he said. “Ha! Not in a million years. Trust me, George. Robots aren’t the answer to every problem. I remember the days before all these tech geeks showed up—back when Terabyte Heights was just a little town called Termite Heights. Everything was so peaceful then . . .” As Otto droned on about the joys of pre-robot life, George stared out the window and watched the town flash by. Goosebumps rose along his arms as he realized they were nearly at TinkerTech Headquarters. It was the first day of George’s apprenticeship, and he still couldn’t quite believe it was happening. All his life he’d dreamed of working in the cutting-edge robotics workshop there, and today his dream was coming true. He’d be partnering with the greatest technological minds in the country, helping design robots that could think for themselves—just like he had with Jackbot. Plus, he’d be away from school for a while, which meant no more run-ins with his enemy Patricia Volt and her league of supersnobs. She’d never quite forgiven him for driving the garbage truck that demolished her house, and George was convinced that she was still plotting revenge. “. . . Used to be you could take out your own trash without some recycling robot giving you a lecture,” Otto was saying. “You could roast marshmallows on an open fire without one of those panicky metal fire marshals coming along with a fire extinguisher . . .” A traffic-bot strode into the road ahead, holding out its metal hand. Its eyes flashed from green to yellow. But instead of slowing down, Otto pressed his foot on the gas and the truck sped forward. “Um,” said George, clutching his seat belt. “I’m getting you to TinkerTech on time if it kills me!” Otto said. “It might kill all of us!” Jackbot cried. The traffic-bot leaped out of the way as they surged by, shouting “VIOLATION!” and spewing pink tickets from its mouth. “Oh, relax, George,” Otto said. “I haven’t had one accident in thirty years.” “Well, there’s a first time for everything,” Jackbot said. Thankfully, Otto did stop at the next light, but only because there was a traffic jam ahead and he didn’t have much of a choice. George checked his watch. Despite scolding Otto for his dangerous driving, he really didn’t want to be late. They were stopped next to a 3D hologram ad of a young woman in a business suit, with huge shiny eyes and a small white bud tucked into her ear. She beamed, displaying dazzling teeth, and said, “I’m connected. Are you?” Next to her, a slogan hung in the air: “IT’S MODEST. IT’S MODERN. IT’S MOD™, TINKERTECH’S NEWEST INNOVATION. GET CONNECTED TODAY!” “Wow,” said George, staring dreamily at the ad. He’d been hearing about the MOD for months—maybe he’d get to try one out before it went on sale! Otto shook his head dismissively. “Some new gizmo, huh?” The traffic started rolling again. “Not just any new gizmo,” said George. “It’s probably the coolest thing since the microchip. MOD stands for Multifunctional Ocular Device—it’s a wireless eye and earpiece combo that allows the wearer to access data just by thinking of it. It’s like your whole body becomes one big computer, with your eyes as the screen and your brain—” “My brain wouldn’t touch that thing with a ten-foot pole!” said Otto. “It would probably fry me like an egg. If you want a burnt-up brain, my boy, that’s your choice—but you can leave me out of it.” Whatever his uncle’s opinion on the topic, there was no way George was going to get left behind. He’d been saving from his weekend work at Otto’s junkyard, and would be lining up with everyone else to buy his MOD in a few days. How could he resist? The MOD was revolutionary. The user wore what appeared to be a special pair of contact lenses but was actually a tiny screen implanted with nanotech circuitry. With just the power of thought, information could either be displayed visually or relayed through the earpiece. It was the gadget to end all gadgets. And fried-egg brain or not, George was getting one. A buzz came from George’s pocket. He pulled out his battered old smartphone that Otto had finally gotten for him and saw a picture of Anne on the screen, with her white-blond hair and blue eyes. She was smiling and giving him a thumbs-up. “Knock ’em dead at TinkerTech, George!” the text underneath said. George smiled. Not only was it great to have a friend who wasn’t composed of screws and bolts, but being pals with the daughter of Professor Droid, the president of TinkerTech, had its perks too. “Thanks,” George texted back. “I will!” Finally, Otto pulled up to the soaring glass and steel offices of TinkerTech HQ—and not a moment too soon. The truck belched a cloud of black smoke, which drew hostile glances from the workers who were heading into the building. “Mark my words, George,” said Otto. “The machines are taking over.” George sighed and unbuckled his seat belt. “Oh, don’t be so paranoid,” he said. “You think I’m wrong?” said Otto. “You’ve got a short memory, then.” He gave George a meaningful look. George’s smile faltered. Not so long ago, the machines nearly had taken over. The last deputy head of Robotics at TinkerTech, Dr. Charles Micron, had turned out to be a criminal mastermind, and nearly conquered Terabyte Heights with his army of bloodthirsty robots. Luckily George, with help from Jackbot and Anne, had managed to foil his evil plans. Micron had escaped, however, and hadn’t been seen in Terabyte Heights since. “Get in there and show those bots who’s boss,” Otto said, slapping George on the back. “Thanks for the ride,” said George, as he and Jackbot climbed out of the truck. “And George!” Otto called through the open window. “Be careful, okay?” “Sure,” said George. He waved at his uncle as the beat-up truck pulled back into traffic, causing the blast of several horns. Otto might be a bit of a grouch, but George knew deep down that his uncle cared for him. After all, he’d looked after George since the day his parents had died eight years ago. They’d been driving a smartcar that day. It had malfunctioned and careened over the edge of a cliff. Come to think of it, that was a pretty good reason to hate them. “Earth to George—come in, George,” said Jackbot, waving his pincer in front of George’s face. George blinked. “Oh—sorry,” he said. “I was just thinking about my parents.” He stared up at the gleaming tower. They’d once worked here too. Until recently George had thought they were just lowly file clerks, but now he wasn’t so sure. He reached into his pocket for his lucky marble, a gift from his father just before the accident. George remembered that moment well—“Keep this safe, Georgie Porgie,” his dad had said. “Keep it safe for your good old dad.” When George had first entered TinkerTech a few weeks ago, he’d thought that was all it was—a little souvenir of the parents he had lost. But now he knew differently. Inside TinkerTech the marble had glowed blue, and displayed a message within its swirling surface: “Project Mercury.” George knew this was somehow connected with his parents, and he’d vowed to get to the bottom of the mystery. The problem was that the one person he thought could help him was not only his worst enemy, but also halfway across the world by now. Dr. Micron. Jackbot rested his claw on George’s shoulder. “Ready, amigo?” George nodded and ran up the steps to the front doors, which were guarded by a very large robot dressed in a black military-style uniform. The robot had big square feet and a big square body and a big square head. They’d obviously improved security since all the trouble with Micron. “Good morning,” boomed the squares. “Identify yourselves, please.” “Hi. I’m George Gearing. I’m here to start the apprenticeship?” “And I’m Jackbot. I’m here to keep him out of trouble.” The security-bot took a gleaming silver gun from its belt and pointed it straight at George’s face. “Hey!” said George, flinching. “What are you—?” The robot waved the gun past George’s eyes, but it only beeped. It wasn’t a gun at all, he realized. “Your iris pattern indicates that you are George Gearing,” the robot stated, reholstering the device. “You may enter.” “Thanks,” said George. He started to walk in with Jackbot, but the security-bot raised the scanner again, this time at Jackbot’s head. George’s personal bot rocked back on his heels. “In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t have irises,” he said. “The scanner is now configured as a gun,” said the security-bot. “Do not attempt to enter the premises or you will be annihilated.” “Charming,” said Jackbot. “No, wait,” said George. “Jackbot is my personal bot. He’s coming with me.” “Negative,” said the security-bot. “Only authorized personnel may enter.” “But this place is full of robots!” said George. “You’re a robot yourself!” “I am an authorized robot,” the security-bot said, and George was sure he detected a note of smugness in its voice. He couldn’t believe it. TinkerTech would be a giant pile of rubble if it hadn’t been for Jackbot! George couldn’t have defeated Micron without his help. George was about to argue with the security-bot, but Jackbot stopped him. “Go without me,” he said. “You don’t want to be late.” “But—” “Go on,” he said. “I’ll be fine. I’ll go read a book in the park or something.” George smiled sadly. Jackbot had already read thousands of books online. His processor was so powerful, it had only taken him about a day and a half. George thought his overuse of movie quotes was bad—but the random performances of Shakespearean monologues were worse. “Look, I’ll talk to Professor Droid,” George said. “Get this sorted out. Stay close.” He left his friend and hurried through the front doors into the atrium. When he cast a look back, Jackbot was standing with his head hung low. George took a deep breath and tried to focus on the moment. He was finally here. TinkerTech! And this time, he wasn’t being arrested or chased by homicidal robots! He took in the gleaming glass and steel walls, the scientists in their crisp, white lab coats, and the sounds of bleeping, clicking robots—and sighed with happiness. He was so busy enjoying his surroundings that he wasn’t looking where he was going, and walked right into someone. “Oof!” he said, and landed on his backside. A pocket tablet landed next to him with a crash. “Omigosh,” George gasped. “I’m so sorry!” “Young man, watch where you’re—Oh, George, it’s you.” George looked up to see a tall, silver-haired man standing before him. It was Professor Droid—Anne’s father and the founder of TinkerTech. He was the reason George had the apprenticeship in the first place. George and his friends had saved his life after Dr. Micron kidnapped him—and Droid was so grateful that he had rewarded George with the apprenticeship. Droid didn’t look so grateful now, though. His expression was stern, and the crowd of scientists behind him all stopped and stared at George like he was some kind of contagious computer virus. George felt a blush rise to his cheeks. He picked up the smart tablet, noting with horror the spider web of cracks across its screen. “I—I think it might be broken.” Professor Droid looked at George as if not really seeing him. “Don’t worry about it,” he said, taking the tablet back from him. George realized this wasn’t the best time to bring up Jackbot’s security clearance, but he might not get another chance. “Professor, if you could spare . . .” “Sir,” interrupted a white-coated man. “As I was saying about the bug. It’s almost impossible to identify—” Droid held up a hand to silence the scientist. “Enough excuses!” he said. “The MOD launch is in three! Days’! Time!” His voice was rising in volume, and he punctuated each word with a stab of his finger. “If it doesn’t happen, our share price will continue to plummet and the reputation of TinkerTech may never recover. You know how nervous the investors have been since that whole Micron disaster! We need this project to be an unqualified success. Do you understand me? So do your jobs, find the bugs, and squish them.” The scientists were trembling as Professor Droid finished his speech. George had never seen him angry before, and he realized for the first time how stressful it must be to run a business like TinkerTech. It wasn’t all simply playing with circuits and developing cutting-edge technology. The professor strode away without a backward glance, his gaggle of helpers trailing behind him. George wandered toward the reception desk. Usually, the atrium of TinkerTech would be buzzing with robotic birds, but now there were lots of construction workers on scaffolding, still repairing the damage that Micron and his evil robot, the Caretaker, had caused. The robotic receptionist watched with a cold smile as George approached. He shuddered. The last time George had seen her, she had been under Micron’s control, and had tried to kill him with a stiletto heel. Thankfully, this time she seemed to be working perfectly on her own. “Welcome to TinkerTech, Mr. Gearing,” she said smoothly. George stood a little straighter. He wasn’t used to being addressed in such a grown-up way. “If you take that elevator to the fifteenth floor”—she pointed with an elegant robot finger across the atrium—“your mentor will greet you.” “Thank you very much,” George said. As he waited for the elevator to arrive, George wondered who his mentor would be. He had hoped to work directly for Professor Droid, but that obviously wasn’t going to be the case. He tried not to let disappointment get the better of him. There were plenty of other robotics whizzes at TinkerTech, and he was sure to learn something from whoever was training him. The elevator doors opened. It was empty. “Hello, George!” said a bubbly voice. “Come on in!” George did so, with another tickle of unease. Even the elevators had tried to murder him the last time he was here. “Fifteenth floor, please,” he said. “Well, sure thing, old buddy!” the elevator replied. The doors closed and it began to rise. “Lovely weather we’re having,” the elevator said after a moment. “You think so?” said George, surprised. “It’s kind of overcast today.” He watched the floors change. Four . . . Five . . . Six . . . “Oh, I like clouds, don’t you? They look like puffy little lambs in the sky!” “They’re all right, I guess,” George said, thinking that whoever had programmed this elevator had gone a little overboard with the personality chip. George almost would have preferred the psychotic one. “Oh, pooh!” the elevator said. “Another gloomy apprentice! She didn’t appreciate the pretty clouds either.” George blinked. “Hold on. What other apprentice?” He’d assumed he was the only one. “Well, we’re here, Mr. Party Pooper,” said the elevator, ignoring his question. “Ping!” The doors slid open and George’s heart sank to his knees. Because there, dressed in an electric blue business suit and tapping at a smartphone, was Patricia Volt.
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful. A Solid, Standalone Sequel, With a Decent Plot By Pop Bop This is Book Two in the "Robots Rule!" series. The whole "robots" thing is a little misleading because while our hero's buddy is his homemade robot pal Jackbot this book owes more to good old action/adventure than any tech wizardry. There's plenty of the latter, but it's not the point. Rather we have a basic, well worn, but perfectly well executed "mad scientist threatens the town and orphan George and his sidekicks have to save it because the adults are clueless" story, and I don't mean that at all as dismissive. When done right, as this is, that's a ripping storyline for an early reader.It helps a lot that our hero George is a smart, solid, decent kid with good instincts and no cutesy quirks. He's an orphan, but you suspect as the series develops he'll end up finding those missing folks. (SPOILER: Maybe there will even be clues about that in this book.) Sidekick Anne is resourceful and loaded with common sense. She's loyal, covers George's back, and gets to do more in this volume. The two like each other and work well together, so you get a team vibe instead of conflict or misunderstanding.The cute sidekick, Jackbot the robot, doesn't dominate the story and isn't aggravating like a Jar Jar Binks kind of sidekick. His "love" for another robot goes up to the edge, but it's played for laughs and tones down as the story picks up steam. So I just say good-on-ya to the author for trying to mix things up a bit with some robot-love humor.This is a Book Two, but you can start with it. In the first chapter or two the reader is brought up to speed on what happened in Book One, and this builds pretty clearly and crisply from there.A lot of reviews emphasize the tech background here, which is correct but may be misleading. It takes place at a tech company, there's a robot, George is a computer genius, the villain uses tech to do his dirty work, and there are lots of computer and programming puns. But that's all framework and window dressing. You don't have to be computer savvy or a techie to get most of the jokes or to follow the plot or to get into the action. The tech angle is a treat, or maybe an enticement, but it seems to me that it would be a mistake to dismiss this series as just appealing to robot/computer kids.For what it's worth, the way this book has been written has a general air of zippy good humor to it. I never felt that this book was "calculated". By that I mean that it didn't have that "constructed by a marketing committee" feel. There was a sort of cheerfully knuckleheaded element to the project that appealed to me. The characters felt as real as you could hope for in an adventure of this sort aimed at younger readers, but it never felt forced. The quality of the writing was quite high, and the book felt well thought out and well constructed. A nice find.Please note that I received a free advance ecopy of this book in exchange for a candid review. Apart from that I have no connection at all to either the author or the publisher of this book.
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful. Wacky high tech fun By J.Prather Lots of Bots is a fantastic second installment in the Robots Rule series, once again offering up a fine adventure/mystery for young readers. The action is fast paced, there are a fair amount of pictures, and the characters are as endearing as ever. Much like in the first installment, this story strikes that perfect balance between sometimes cheesy robot action and other rather more significant plot elements that will tug at the heart strings and challenge the reader. It's this balance that makes this series and this book stand out among novels directed at the 9 to 12 age group. The digital cartoon cover and the pictures will appeal to younger readers, while readers of all ages will find much to enjoy and identify with in this one boy's struggles to make a place for himself and figure out his mysterious past.George and Jackbot are quite a pair, and young readers will be wishing they could make their own best pal. Some of their exploits are very funny, and Jackbot manages to teach George quite a few good lessons about friendship and just exactly what a robot can and cannot do. George has a dream and he and Jackbot are sticking together to get there even if he has to save the world AGAIN to do so. There's lots of high tech fun to be had in this story, and even though you don't have to read the first installment, I would certainly recommend it just so you can get a firm grip on this wacky robot world. Lots of Bots is an enthusiastic recommend. Bring on the next adventure!'
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful. Fun, Fast Paced Middle Grades Novel By Loralee Petersen In Lots of Bots, the second book in the Robots Rule series by C. J. Richards, our hero George Gearing has earned an internship at Tinker Tech, the huge technology company where his arch enemy Chip Micron worked and also where his late parents worked. He's hoping to find out more about his parents' work and how they died but things aren't going smoothly. Tension is high because Tinker Tech is about to roll out their latest product - The Mod, a combination of ear piece and special contacts lenses that allow a person to be connected to the internet all the time. Strange accidents occur that leave George with egg on his face and no one believes he is not responsible for the chaos. Soon George finds himself demoted to assistant for the Occupational Cleaning Droid (OCD). But George knows there is more going on and that Chip Micron just might be behind it. His friend Anne and his loyal robot Jackbot stand beside him as George attempts to solve this mystery.This is a fun middle grade novel with plenty of action and humor. The fast pace and short chapters as well as the imaginative use of robots and technology may make this book appealing to reluctant readers. I would also recommend it for readers who like science fiction or are interested in robots and tech gadgets.
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