In Neo-Jungle 3000, where metal towers stood wrapped in vines and neon leaves glowed in the dark, a small robot named Bolt searched for treasures. His body was patched together from old parts, and his rusty knee squeaked with every step. But that never stopped him—he loved collecting “ancient” human toys, tiny relics of a forgotten time.
One day, as he rummaged through the jungle floor, his foot caught on something round and smooth. Thunk! He tumbled forward. The object cracked open with a sharp snap!
Bolt’s sensors flickered. Inside the shattered shell sat a tiny creature, blinking up at him. It had three stubby horns, shimmering holographic scales, and big, curious eyes.
“You’re… squishy!” Bolt beeped, tilting his head.
The baby triceratops let out a soft chirp and nuzzled against his metal arm. She was lost. Alone.
High above, a sleek drone-bird named Zipp hovered down, her metallic wings whirring. “Your herd’s in the Volcanic Valley!” she chirped.
Bolt’s circuits buzzed with concern. The valley was dangerous—rivers of lava bubbled and hissed, and worse, the Steel Wolves prowled its borders. They were ruthless mechanical beasts with glowing red eyes, programmed to destroy intruders.
Bolt looked at his rusty knee. He wasn’t built for battles. But when Terra let out a scared whimper, he straightened up. No turning back now.
“I’ll fix my leg and help!” he declared.
Using scraps from abandoned tech, he built a lava-proof raft and crafted small but powerful noise grenades. The plan was simple: sneak past the wolves and sail safely across the lava.
They set off at dawn. Terra clung to Bolt as the raft floated over molten waves. The air shimmered with heat, and the glow of the lava made her holographic scales sparkle.
But then—Grrrrrr!
Steel Wolves. Their metal claws scraped against the rocks as they surrounded the raft, their glowing eyes locked onto the intruders.
Terra’s eyes flashed. With a mighty roar, her scales flared with dazzling light, blinding the wolves for a split second.
“Now!” Bolt shouted.
He hurled a noise grenade. BOOM! The blast echoed through the valley, sending the wolves scattering into the shadows. The path was clear!
At last, they reached the valley. A deep trumpet shook the air as Terra’s herd appeared, their holographic scales shifting in color like a living rainbow. They surrounded her, nudging her gently, welcoming her home.
Terra turned to Bolt, her big eyes filled with hope. “Stay with us,” she pleaded.
Bolt’s gears whirred softly. He wished he could, but there were still so many treasures to find, so many adventures waiting.
“I’ll visit,” he promised with a beep, waving as Zipp swooped down.
As the drone-bird flew past, she dropped something small into Bolt’s hands. A new toy.
A tiny dinosaur.
Bolt chuckled, tucking it safely into his collection. Then, with one last glance at his friend, he turned back toward the jungle, ready for his next discovery.