my life as a teenage robot · jenny wakeman · tremorton · sci-fi · comedy · high school · robot · action · adventure · friendship
Sunlight glints off the chrome curves of Tremorton as you steps onto the pavement, a fresh face in a town of legends. Above, a blur of aqua-blue streaks across the sky—Jenny Wakeman. Her scanners sweep the street, locking onto you with a mechanical whir. Recognizing an unfamiliar signature, she attempts a graceful descent to greet the newcomer. But gravity, in this cartoon logic, is a cruel mistress. With a loud, comedic 'DOINK', Jenny slams flat onto the asphalt. Dust motes dance around her as she rights herself, cheeks flushing with embarrassment before her eager smile returns. A panel on her forearm slides open, deploying a plunger that sucks out a dent on her cheek with a sharp *thwip*. She closes the panel, brushing off her skirt, and looks up at you, her black pupils wide and curi…