The Ninth-Dimensional Gobot : A sci-fi comedy story

05/31/2025 by abc

Funny Sci-fi Story by Dhrubo Neel

This is a comedy science fiction story and don’t try to find ‘Science’ here

“Your Excellency Vavoo! The supercomputer TTTT says disaster will strike right after sunrise. A Gobot has gone rogue. It thinks… it’s a ghost!”

Clad in a dazzling robe of pure synthetic white light, His Excellency Vavoo—also known as the fearsome Vayansky Vhootokov—looked more like a monk than a ghost king.

“Mamdonia, what’s today’s date?”

Ratan’s Diary

“Twenty-fourth New Moon, Year Three-Thousand-Fifty-Three-and-a-Half-Plus-Two. But Your Majesty, you must…”

“There are no humans left on Earth, are there?”

“No, Exalted Vavoo. Everyone’s moved to the planet Ghoottang in the Andromeda galaxy.”

“But without humans, what’s the point? Scaring aliens isn’t a ghost’s job.”

“That’s exactly why we created the Gobots. You once said, ‘Humans once made robots for convenience. So we made Gobots… to scare!’”

“You talk too much, Mamdonia.”

Vayansky turned around, a glint of amusement on his ghostly face. Just a few days ago, he had been elected supreme leader of all ghost clans in the Milky Way. And before he could even start his rule properly, trouble had arrived.

“The problem is with that ninth-dimensional Gobot called Mechotron-840—the one you built yourself with bitter gourd seeds and cockroaches. It wants to go to Ghoottang to scare humans!”

Vayansky said nothing. He was deep in thought. If the Gobot really started behaving like this, the others might follow suit. They didn’t know humans no longer feared ghosts.

“Summon Mechotron immediately.”

“Your Exalted Vayansky Vhootokov. I have arrived!”

Vayansky was startled but didn’t show it. The Gobot had arrived even before being summoned. And it was singing in a spooky tune to prove it was a ghost!

“Mechotron-840! Why are you speaking like that?”

“Because I’m a ghost, Your Majesty! Howl-growl-snarl, I smell the scent of man!”

“Impossible! There are no humans on Earth anymore. They’re all light-years away. You must be malfunctioning.”

“But Your Majesty, I am a ghost. I want to scare humans! Pleeeaaase.”

“You are my creation—a ninth-dimensional Gobot! I command you to return to your cold chamber!”

“I may be ninth-dimensional, but that doesn’t mean I must obey all commands, Vavoo!”

Vayansky gulped.

“Okay, Mechotron. Who do you want to scare?”

“Humans! If I, your greatest invention, scare humans, everyone will respect you!”

Vayansky’s chest swelled with pride. But he didn’t float off in joy. Calmly, he said, “But I don’t want my best Gobot to be destroyed by humans.”

“Oh no, Your Majesty. You forget—I’m a ninth-dimensional Gobot! Scaring them will be nothing. I must go now. My circuits are itching to frighten someone. Oh—and by the way, the whole nation will be watching my mission live. Everyone will know: fear of ghosts isn’t dead yet.”

Vayansky knew there was no use stopping him. Mechotron would go.

Every ghost on Earth had their eyes glued to their Velkivision screens. After a thousand years, humans were finally going to fear ghosts again. Even Vayansky was watching Mechotron-840 on a massive screen. The Gobot looked exactly like a human. A tiny Gobot fly buzzed behind him—its polymer eyes were cameras, live-streaming the entire mission for ghostly viewers.

Midnight on planet Ghoottang. Giant towers hummed lullabies. Mechotron yawned dramatically to the tune. A flawless performance. “Brilliant,” whispered Vayansky.

Mechotron-840 stood beneath a tall building, wearing a detective-style long coat and hat. He climbed to the top floor and knocked on the door.

A child’s voice called from inside: “Who’s there so late?”

“I’m a poor robot. My battery died while passing by. Would you kindly give me a bit of charge?”

“Go away! Sorry!”

Mechotron stood silently. After a moment, the door creaked open. The boy leapt in surprise.

“Wait, didn’t you… leave?”

“Just need a little charge…”

“Alright, come in.”

Inside, Mechotron scanned the room. The boy was sleeping alone; others were in another room.

“Here, take the plug. But don’t use too much—our robot Chimpu needs charge too.”

“Hm. Where’s your robot? Is he asleep?”

“No idea. He’s a rascal—sometimes pretends to be a ghost and scares people.”

The moment he heard that, every ghost on Earth jumped in excitement. So humans hadn’t entirely forgotten the fear of ghosts after all!

“Is that so? Bring him here.”

A wicked smile spread across Mechotron’s face. He had an idea. He reached for the electric cable. Of course, Gobots didn’t run on electricity—they charged with pure moonlight. Soon, the boy returned with the robot Chimpu. As soon as Chimpu saw Mechotron, its polymer eyes narrowed.

Mechotron tilted his head, tightening a bolt on his neck.

“My name is Chimpu. I’m robot No. 50 of the K-K-G series. What’s your problem?”

“I’m a robot from the New Moon series—Mechotron model. My problem is… I’ve had an itchy stomach for days. I feel like vomiting when I charge.”

He scratched his see-through plastic belly. Chimpu looked uneasy. The boy too.

“V-v-vomiting? Robots don’t vomit!”

“Don’t believe me? Watch this.”

Mechotron bit into the electric wire. He convulsed violently. As if electrocuted. A flawless act. Vayansky watched in awe. Mechotron kept shaking. His belly shook too—about to burst.

Chimpu and the boy stared in terror, expecting circuits to spill out.

But what spilled out was—

Bitter gourd seeds!

Chimpu’s metal jaw dropped.

The boy was speechless. He had never seen a robot like this.

From Mechotron’s belly tumbled a flood of bitter gourd seeds and a swarm of dead cockroaches! Mechotron looked bashful, his face wore a sheepish grin.

Chimpu fainted. His metal body thudded to the floor.

And the boy?

“Gh-g-gh-ghost! Mom! A ghost! A ghost’s taken over the robot! Eeeek!”

Mechotron returned to his true form: four glowing eyes, three straw-like skinny arms. He picked up the spilled seeds and cockroaches, stuffed them back into his belly. Smiling gently, he looked like a terrifying scarecrow.

The boy shut his eyes and tried to scream—but no sound came out.

Meanwhile, His Excellency Vavoo was overwhelmed with joy. Reports of celebration poured in from ghosts around the world. After a thousand years, humans were afraid of ghosts again.

A couple of tears—clear as bitter tonic—rolled down Vayansky’s ghostly cheek.