#Motobot

[mochiyzz]

Here have this.

[koralaio]

motobot gjinkaed

artblock got me

[ririririkyunn]

tw eating disorder

todays our local election day

went to redeem various meals promotions (self reward yooo)

bought a cup of boba milk tea, dominos pizza and famima sofuto and went back home

...love it when i keep throwing up for hours and then passing out from fatigue just because my brain said NO THESE FOOD WHICH YOU HAVE NOT CONSUMED FOR MONTHS WILL MAKE YOU FAT AND UGLY IN FIVE SECS GET RID OF THEM NOW BEFORE ITS TOO LATE😋

[techeart]

kokotiam gnag but what if it was just power spheres and and was more awesome and interesting and and and

[bagales]

MEGA MOTOBOT

MC Toys (También conocido como May Cheoung; Maisto); hecho en Hong Kong.

Este set se compone de dos robots modulares, con partes intercambiables. En la caja se muestran cuatro modelos, pero con las piezas incluidas se pueden hacer todos: camión caja-cisterna; bombero-grúa pluma. En teoría es conveniente, aunque es extremadamente delicado. Tuve suerte de no romperlo durante estas fotos, lo que me hace pensar que eso sí hubiera pasado si lo hubiera manipulado de niño.

El robot de base se transforma en un Kenworth K-100. La versión roja viene modificada, sin el parabrisas dividido. Además se reemplaza la litera por dos balizas.

En modo robot, se supone que el motor a fricción se le reinstala en la base, aunque no hallé la forma de que calzara. Tampoco quise intentarlo mucho.

En conclusión, es un set de figuras bastante entretenido, aunque muy delicado.

[valnes941]

Satellite of Cybertron/Chapter 4

A new chord, a new chance.

As the light from the ground gathered strength and coloured the room with blue-white highlights, Liber realised that, as much as he hated it, it was time to get up. Though he was excited about the journey and the new experience, the mech couldn't help but think back to his room in the Iaconian archives, where he could decide for himself how much light he should have. Because of this, he often overslept and was reprimanded by his mentor…

Let's not mention the sad part. Now it was time for him to pack anyway and prepare for a new "expedition" into the cyan jungle. If he doesn't need much time to get there, he'll definitely need it to find a new good place to watch. Yes, he certainly has a few in mind, but you never know if there's a subject waiting for you there. In this case, more meant better.

Mech stood up, folded the thermal blanket neatly and, placing it on the platform, finished tidying up the bunk. Satisfied, he sat back in his chair, retrieved a grey metal bowl from subspace and took a sip of energon after removing the lid. Mmm, how he loved that almost no middle class flavour. Alas, one must save one's germanium supplements, no matter how much he liked the sweetness and bitterness it imparted.

Returning the dishes to subspace, he stood up, stretched, checked for his brush and ink case and book, a 2-3 cord energy ration, a hopesh (cleaned, oiled and polished), bandages in case of injury, book and ink and brush case.

Rolling the door sideways, he stepped out and ventilated deeply. Glancing around the area, his optics revealed a view of the morning's quiet settlement. A multitude of semi-circular structures like the one he emerged from dotted the surrounding area evenly. His path lay beyond the village, however: the purple motobot sped briskly towards the gate, along the block wall that surrounded the houses in a circle.

"Wait, who's coming!?"

Liber didn't even try to hide the rolling of his optics. This had never happened before - and here it was again. He tilted his helmet back, looking at the gate. The dawn rays illuminated two figures standing on the gate, about the same distance from the strange pin, bifurcated at the top: on the right shone a white mech, whose alt-form was probably a car, and on the left a black silhouette of a motobot. Two blue visors were staring down at him from above.

"Classic, Bellic, are you serious? How many times do you have to ask?" The violet mech waved its manipulators irritably. "Aren't you sick of it yourself?"

The black one - Bellic - jumped with a laugh and landed gracefully right in front of him. Show-off.

"Sorry, mate, but you know the rules," - the guardian smiled. "Besides, what if you got eaten by glitch-mice in the night and the Unicron spawn took your form?" he began to wiggle his fingers in a "creepy" manner.

Liber looked at the white mech - Classic.

"Rules are rule,". - He was unfazed and even turned his back to him. "There are reasons for them."

"So, who's going and where?" Bellick leaned in slightly.

The purple mech ventilated deeply. Here was another disadvantage of travelling. Rarely would strangers be welcome anywhere.

"Liber, researcher from the Temple of Knowledge, want to go out to observe the cronid, alt is there."

The white mech nodded, then crouched down and held out a manipulator. The black mech took the help offered by his brother, and thus found himself back at the gate. They then grasped two different ends of the arm, which turned out to be two levers. Each pulled his own towards him, and, heel to toe, they slid the gate open. Liber skipped quickly through.

And earlier they had made him tell them his colour, his alt, his approximate route and whether he was coming back. All because he's not from around here.

The gate slammed shut with a clang. Now it could be said that he was alone in the bluish metallic forest…

And no, he wasn't alone. Not far from the entrance, by one of the paths (which was the one he needed), sat two sparcs, an orange and a dark green, the former larger than the latter.

Oh, they're from here, from Festus Fax. Liber didn't talk to them specifically, after all, what could a sparcling say about a topic of interest? However, if he tried, he might even be able to remember their names.

"Hello, Stentor," the carrot and turquoise mech turned sharply, not expecting to see him. Along with him, the small green femme, whose helmet was adorned with orange elements, turned with a quiet squeak. "And Canor," He attempted a friendly smile. The little ones stood up and hid something behind their backs. It was so obvious that he decided not to point it out. But his spark couldn't help but rejoice: the sparklings had clearly been exploring something in the thicket before, and the fact that the new generation had a love for seeking out new knowledge was encouraging.

"Hello, sir," Stentor said awkwardly as Kanor hid behind him. Liber felt two stares sinking into his back again.

Who could it be besides Classic and Bellic?

Taking the hint, the young explorer carefully stepped away from the sparcs on the path and went on his way, advising the little ones to be more aware of their surroundings.

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Stentor stared at the stranger until he disappeared behind the metal ferns. After waiting a moment longer, he began to check the bowl he had hidden behind his back. Mech quickly removed the lid from it, and his fears were confirmed - the rusty sticks inside were untouched. Canor was in a similar situation.

He couldn't help but get angry. Somnic should have got in then! The others were good too: Divido and Metric could talk less about finding a 'good place for inspiration', and Lenis could overcome his clumsiness, for once! Otherwise, how did his sister manage to catch them off guard!

The little mech panted unhappily, but soon calmed down and cowered. What was he hoping for? If this happened to him, he would never come back here. Perhaps the guys were right and there was no point in trying anymore?"

"Let's go, Canor," Stentor vented sadly and walked towards the gate. Fem, on the other hand, closed the round container securely, returned it to its original location (in the thicket) and quickly caught up with the older mech. Her motorbike wings twitched excitedly and glistened orange in the light.

[gretaicom]

Japan has created the latest multifunctional humanoid robots that are set to revolutionize robotics. - Video-The advancements in robotics in Japan have reached new heights with the development of multifunctional humanoid robots that are set to revolutionize robotics. One of the most impressive developments is Yamaha’s motobot, a robot capable of riding...

[paularca]

MOTOBOT Meets The Doctor (Valentino Rossi) - 2016

[supportanimy]

I..can't handle this. He's staring right at the camera, into my soul

[javabachelor]

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[mochiyzz]

Brom brom

[arielmcorg]

#Argentina - Llegó MotoBot el asistente en línea de Motorola

#Argentina – Llegó MotoBot el asistente en línea de Motorola

Para Motorola lo más importante son sus usuarios y la manera de asegurarse que reciban lo mejor es ofreciendo innovación y atención personalizada. En esta línea, la marca presenta: MotoBot en WhatsApp, el chatbot para hablar, informar y responder inquietudes, solicitudes y consultas de manera más ágil y precisa (Fuente Motorola Argentina). Motorola busca simplificar la vida de los consumidores y…

[techeart]

Motobot is so silly I love his serious face I love he's design I love his powers I love how Koko ci rides him (NOT IN THE WEIRD WAY.) he's such a silly serious mischievous little robot guy you don't understand how much I love him

I ALWAYS LIKED HIM TOO likeeee. hes the autism of the boboiboy fandom

[yamahamotorusa]

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[valnes941]

Satellite of Cybertron/Chapter 3

It was getting evening.

There was less and less light coming out of the cracks in the ground, the tree-like crystals grew dimmer and dimmer, and the birds' singing became silent.

In the cyan jungle next to the cave, night and tranquility were falling. The entrance to the cave was covered by a large number of dangling dark green metal vines, acting as an improvised door. Fortunately, the temperature here did not vary much during the local twenty-four hours, to the inhabitant herself this model of door reminded her of something oriental. She was inside and nestled comfortably on her side on the makeshift bed. Retracting her wings, she managed to extinguish her fire and plunge the place into a pleasant darkness. Even without her nightlight in the form of a blue crystal, she was well aware that she was looking where the dining room was, her feet could rest against the wall if she wished and her head against the ‘work’ table.

She sighed heavily and rolled over onto her other side. Her glowing violet eyes reflected in an unusually well-polished sheet of unknown metal (it made an excellent mirror). The purple motobot immediately came to mind. A faint smile appeared on her face.

She had mistaken it for a horse the first time she saw it. No, have you seen the local horses? They turn into motorbikes! It wasn't her fault that in her attempt to get to know the local fauna better, she'd managed to catch just him! No wonder she dropped him almost the moment he was in her hands in all his glory.

Remembering now the shocked look on his, what she thought, shocked face made her want to laugh. The humble chuckle could have been well heard by any other creature, had there been one in the cave.

But there was no one. Not a single soul besides herself.

It wasn't as noticeable in the daytime. And yet time passed quickly: watching crystal butterflies and metal plants, catching up with moto-horses, playing with glass hummingbirds… Before she'd been on Cybertron, none of that had happened. Yes, space was empty at times, but the fact that she had a family was reassuring. Her father had been a smug jerk, and her younger siblings had scattered across the galaxy early…. Well, there were a lot of good times. Not bad for a reborn human.

But there were no beds in space. Oh, it took a lot of work to make one. Well, it also took time and a lot of sheep-like animal wool. They're very peaceful creatures. Favoured the local marshes, if you could call them that. She didn't know why they were so untouched by possible predators, but since they were the only creatures with such a feature, she ‘clipped’ a little from each one every couple of days until she had enough. Until then she had to sleep on bare metal.

In the end, she ended up with even a little more - the leftovers made a nice cap for a nightlight. After all, this crystal never stopped glowing, which was a bit of a problem. But the blue light diluted the atmosphere nicely. Green, of course, is kind of supposed to be a calming colour, but not in such quantity. Got it at the foot of the mountains beyond the river.

There was enough of that in there. Has a weird tingling electric flavour and is quite caloric. Gained a couple of pounds before the taste was no longer a novelty.

But it seems the local civilised robots feed on it - distill it into liquid form, maybe add something else - and drink it. At one time, she'd noticed that the resulting ‘clear’ drink was darker in adults than in children. Though, given how wide the Cybertronians' growth range was, it wouldn't be surprising if some of the smaller robots turned out to be adult minicons.

My eyes finally closed, and everything went completely dark. The only thing that could be distinguished was the quiet breathing, which gradually slowed down. Sleep had taken over the place completely.

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Far to the west of the cyan jungle, and even from Festus Fax in the forests at the foot of the Manganese Mountains, a dark blue mech, with a triangular red visor covering its faceplate, was moving toward this settlement. His quick but silent stride, his careful gait, made him look like an experienced hunter. But it was getting dark, and it was too dangerous to go any further, especially in such a wild place as this. So it was decided to find a more or less safe place to rest. It was soon found: it was a space between several interlocking crystalline trees - large enough to accommodate him, but with a passage narrow enough to keep anything bigger than him from climbing in. Slowly pulsing cable vines replaced the ceiling to some extent, and some of them dangled in such a way that, when viewed from the side with the proper imagination, one could see a miniature rain of stars.

For some reason he hesitated before entering. Looking up, he put out an arm bent at the elbow, and an imperceptible sound wave erupted from his helmet. It didn't take long for the result to come: the sonicondor appeared almost silently, sitting down on the proposed perch in the form of a manipulator and then rubbing itself against the fur's chest plate. Holding the avinoid, he scrutinised the possible shelter.

The mech nodded satisfactorily, satisfied that there had been no changes since his last time here. He released the sonicondor, covered the entrance from outside and inside with vines, and began to prepare to reload.

Suddenly his chest compartment opened up and two rectangular blocks flew out, transforming into two identical red and purple coloured robots respectively and landing deftly on the servo. The large indigo mech pointed two fingers at them, then pointed at their surroundings and, raising his index finger upwards, outlined a circle in the air with it. The minicons nodded back at him and dispersed in opposite directions, towards the cracks that could become entrances for uninvited guests.

Und Vox vented a sigh of relief: finally some rest. The journey had not been easy, but they were getting by. Their little family had practically returned home almost within a vorn of leaving it. Good old Festus Fax, small and cosy. One can only hope they didn't miss anything important. I wonder how Somnic is doing? Knowing her younger brother Stentor, you can tell she's definitely not bored. The fact that he's best friends with his Furor and Rugit is the best proof of that. In the first few days after their return, no one would dare let their guard down.

These little menaces can make a mess of things even separately, one can only guess what they can do when they reunite again…

Oh, the sparklings will be eager to hear about the journey, and they'll be only too happy to talk about it. The uncharted forests of the Manganese Mountains, the shore of the Rust Sea with the Hydrax Plateau visible in the distance, the Sonic Canyons that respond to every noise with multiple echoes - it took a lot of effort and concentration to capture them at their best.

And yet you have to stop to think. The night was not rubber, and tomorrow they would have to get up early to make it on time.

[legopigsforcedaccount]

I was making a Sonic animation which unintentionally coincides with the release of Sonic Mania (the PC port at least). So here, dwell in all its goodness n crap.