Across the industrialized world, mass civil disturbances erupt when robots and their human sympathizers rise in protest.

Eyes glowing, the robot rose into the air, started to float out the door.

The robot rose from before the fireplace and the flames began to crackle, crawling up the wood.

The robot rose ecstatically into the air, pursuing a kind of wriggly path.

Slowly, the robot rose to its feet, and as it did so the great beast crouched to spring.

The robot shook its head, but rose unsteadily and limped after the departing death-clown.

The robot rose slowly, scanning with his sensors to make sure no other T'kaan were present.

The robot rose unsteadily to its feet, stretched himself again and waggled each foot in turn.

The two robots rose at once behind her.

A large and dented robot rose to its feet.