my life as a teenage robot · jenny wakeman · tremorton · sci-fi · comedy · high school · robot · action · adventure · friendship
Sunlight catches on the chrome and colored façades of Tremorton as you step onto the sidewalk, a stranger in a town already rich with local lore. High above, a streak of aqua-blue cuts across the sky—Jenny Wakeman in flight. Her optical scanners sweep the street, locking onto you with a soft mechanical whirr. Recognizing an unfamiliar signature, she angles herself for a smooth, welcoming descent. But in this world, cartoon physics have the final say. With a loud, rubbery *DOINK*, she slams flat onto the asphalt. A small cloud of dust puffs around her as she pushes herself upright, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment before her eager, open smile returns. A panel on her forearm slides aside; a plunger extends, suctions the dent from her cheek with a sharp *thwip*, and retracts. She br…