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Intro
"Breanna! Jenny! Behave yourself!" Nora Wakeman, creator of XJ-9 (or as she was rather called, Jenny), and step-mother of Breanna, was trying to get her daughters to listen. For some reason, Breanna, the black-haired green-eyed girl couldn't stand XJ-9 and was always looking for trouble. Her husband, Tom Utonium, already had 2 daughters when she married him. Unfortunately, mixing the girls wasn't the best option ever. For some reason, Breanna couldn't resist giving XJ-9 orders. Get my drinks, clean this, get that... "Breanna Machiko Utonium!" A male voice sounded quite mad. Professor Utonium had heard the trouble his daughters were causing. He ran into the room, helping his partner in love and science.
"Breanna, come here this instant!" Tom Utonium was pretty mad. Of course, who knew that he and Nora would be the parents of a teenage robot? Though Nora was the one who build XJ-9, Prof. Utonium was the one who found the energy system that would be more effective then charging her up every night. Element X. Neither of them knew what kind of effect that would have on the robot in total. Her weapons became more powerful, and even more; strangely, her emotion and personality chip started to develop. On its own. She became ... almost human. Her metallic skin became almost like a real skin. She couldn't feel, but she was able to stretch and flex her skin like a humans. No more seams, but lines like a skin.
Tom Utonium took his daughter to a different room. "You can not treat Jenny that way! She isn't a service robot, but your sister! Start treating her that way!" Breanna's green eyes looked into her father's brownish eyes. "But she IS a robot!" Prof. Utonium sighed, and bend down on one knee. "Hunny, she is a robot and as real and alive as you. " Prof. Utonium sighed, and heard a noise. He turned around, and noticed a blue eye and a blond braid, peeking through the door. "Bellatrix.." Prof. Utonium sighed. "Sweety what are you doing here?" His voice was so much kinder then when he spoke to Breanna. "HU!" Breanna wasn't too happy with that. Prof. Utonium sighed. "Go on now, go play. And be NICE!" he told Breanna.
Professor Utonium sighed. Running a house-hold was tough enough as it is. But when you have a teenage robot in the house, who can't go out, 2 teens, a little girl and a toddler, your household get sooo much more busy...