A small domestic robot came in and slid over the carpet towards them.

Beneath him, the robot slid a needle into his unfeeling leg.

Therefore, as Appleford read, the robot expertly slid its chair back and to the left side, close to a reference card case of impressive proportions.

As he watched, the robot picked up one key by itself and slid it into a slot in another unit.

The robot slid to one side, avoiding the beam.

The robot slid across the floor to bring the gun to Kirby.

These disconcerting robots slid on magnetized feet along the corridor, carrying their prisoners suspended weightlessly.

The door opened, and the robot slid through.

The robot slid into the mover.

The robot slid smoothly into motion, the tether that connected the skid to the end of the harvester tightening gently, without the clash of metal.