Download Iron T-100 3D Live Wallpaper APK latest version Free for Android
Version | 1.0 |
Update | 8 years ago |
Size | 15.70 MB (16,467,403 bytes) |
Developer | Happy Friday |
Category | Apps, Personalization |
Package Name | happyfriday.livewallpaper.iront100 |
OS | 4.0.3 and up |
Iron T-100 3D Live Wallpaper APPLICATION description
The robots were so human that nobody could tell the difference. They moved, talked and gestured like anyone else. They sometimes made bad jokes and looked socially awkward. Sometimes they were charming and self-assured. They could read even your micro-facial expressions and alter their conversation accordingly. Often they were police officers and the differences became more apparent when the bullets bounced off and they could run four times the speed of anyone else. They could even marry and become parents, the gametes being obtained from a bank when they required it. But rarely was this allowed, whilst their partner and children would age they would remain in the peak of physical fitness. Bereavement of longterm partners always fried up their circuitry for a while. I wasn't long before the robots were inventing ways to download humans into devices for storage and later reactivation.
As they sat down, he aimed his ultraviolet light-pencil at a serving robot. Unlike Mardukan robots, which looked like surrealist conceptions of Pre-Atomic armored knights, it was a smooth ovoid floating a few inches from the floor on its own contragravity; as it approached, its top opened like a bursting beetle shell and hinged trays of food swung out. The boy looked at it in fascination.
On scanning her eyeball at the entry the house-lights came on and soft jazz played from the hidden sound system, the same volume in every room. In the kitchen a machine dispensed Baileys and ice into a glass and the heating system reprogrammed for a rise in two degrees. After a six second delay to allow her time to remove her jacket and shoes her dog bounded up to greet her, it's metal paws clunking on the polished concrete floor. It scanned her face and sat down. "You look frustrated, Clarissa. Want to talk about it?" She sighed.
"No thanks Hans, not right now."
"Shall I run you a lavender bath and fetch your drink?"
"Yes, that would be lovely, good dog." Hans wagged his tail and transmitted a message to the bathroom's network. The bath began to fill at her preferred temperature with lavender and bubble bath added. The underfloor heating ticked on, the towel began to warm on it's rail and the ceiling fan whirred silently above. The light dimmed and Hans brought the creamed whisky.