Now I know for a fact this fandom is pretty much dead, which I hate. But oh well, what can you do other than bring it's fandom forward? I see a lot of unfinished or just (sorry) bad stories on here about My Life As a Teenage Robot. I myself will make sure to finish this story, or at least give it a somewhat satisfying ending if prematurely needed.

In this story is how Nora got the idea to make a teenage robot. How said robot learned to be mostly like humans, how she first malfunctions et cetera. This story is an AU, Brad/Tuck all that jazz they will meet differently in this story. This story will be a bit more mature and darker. For example Jenny isn't the indestructable thing she is in the show and still is a robot made of metal, not adamantium. The romance in this story will either be small, big (if i see potential) or nonexistant. Let's see how that will go, huh?

I hope you will have fun reading this story. Even though I WILL update, it can take longer since I'm already writing a Zootopia story who probably many more people are going to enjoy rather than this. Sad in a way. :P


I sincerely hope people are still reading stories about this fandom, if yes. Please review and all that jazz, it really helps. I mean it.


Another difference folks, Skyway Patrol is like freaking useful now. More like the military than donut eating, form filling air cops.


Praise and credit of cover art goes to "Skyline19" on deviantart. The art is called: "Home After School..." I myself find her looking really cute in this pose and expression.


"Yes General.." Some chatter could be heard on the phone, "Yes.. I know, too many scared citizens."

Nora Wakeman sighed as she was again listening about the multiple reasons why her XJ series didn't work. They were too weak, too big, too scary, not enough emotion, too much emotion. It was never good enough. Skyway Patrol sure was a competent defense division of earth, but the need for robot saviors was still preferred. As it should be, they were stronger, harder to kill, more efficient, never complained, and – most importantly – it kept more humans save, including Skyway Patrol Soldiers.

Nora Wakeman had been working on eight units of her XJ series for the Global Robotic Response Unit. And they were all failures in a way or just not adequate enough. XJ-1 had been a simple prototype, the scientist had been testing emotions in robots and simply needed a vessel. All the baby features were just added for fun since Nora couldn't have children of her own anymore.

XJ-2 was one big failure, it was a test for a movable laser gun with basic thought and emotion. At first it appeared to actually function fine and worked rather well with Skyway Patrol. Not before long though the biggest bug in her schematics and programming made its way to the surface. Uncontrollable shooting of its laser happened, killing multiple Skyway Patrol Soldiers and citizens accidentally.

Fortunately the doctor was never prosecuted, in her contract with Skyway Patrol it was made clear that she never was liable for anything her prototypes did on accident. Now if Nora Wakeman was to say her prototype was finished, that is a different story. But most of it was based on the situation, so Nora didn't really have that to bother her.

XJ-3 wasn't really a failure, it just didn't serve a real purpose. She had more / better emotions and thought than XJ-2 but that was about it. XJ-3 was mainly built to try to make a robot which could safely walk and function, which it could. Skyway Patrol didn't have any use for it, and it fell apart easily. So XJ-3 was turned off and put in the cellar with her other sisters.

XJ-4 was made to prototype a robot with full thoughts and emotions, better range of movement and better multitasking. At first she was made the weapon filled robot she first was supposed to be. But Nora decided that with her many arms and multitasking abilities she made for a better house cleaning robot. There were already enough of those on the world so before the – now having comprehensive thoughts and being able to talk – robot knew, it was deactivated and put in the cellar.

It appeared though that XJ-4's tubed arm and finger design was the doctors best yet. So she made sure to keep the schematics for those for in future builds. She also didn't forget to incorporate the better brain functions, eyesight functions, slightly better hearing functions and – most importantly – the power to properly speak and converse with humans and other creatures.

XJ-5 was more advanced in almost every way than Nora's previous prototypes. It could properly fly now, but the body itself was small. The circuitry was miles more advanced and harder to hack or manipulate with outside forces than past builds. The metal that was used to build it was fifty percent stronger and the whole design had better integrity. It could now converse, think and make up things on the level of a normal human being. Nora won many rewards with it but never made it far past that.

Apart from its more advanced abilities in communication, range and all that good stuff. It was still pretty useless for society or Skyway Patrol. So it was too put in the cellar with its other sisters.

XJ-6 was just made to be an overall improvement of reliability and function over Nora's other prototypes. It had more and better weapons, a real personality of its own. Even though it mostly consisted out of jealousy and hate, it was almost never content. It was even shown that it got bipolar tendencies sometimes. It was obvious that the prototype wasn't ready for full on battle yet, caused by her emotional state and physical state. The body was superior in some ways, but a setback in many others. This prototype could fly too, only a lot less efficiently and slower than XJ-5. Skyway Patrol didn't want it, Nora didn't want it to wreak havoc. So she shut it down and put it in the cellar, yet again.

XJ-7 wasn't anything special, on request by some of her friends from the Invention Convention she programmed one of her prototypes to be depressed. As she was doing this Nora also tested some new designs in her robots. Threads instead of legs, softer pigtail designs and some other little details. It didn't really serve any purpose apart from learning to have more complex emotions, so it was quickly deactivated and put in the cellar. Like.. all the other sisters…

XJ-8 was currently being rejected by Skyway Patrol. The thought process of XJ-8 was just enough, but it didn't express enough personality. Or any emotions for that matter. To the citizens it seemed more like another weapon from the aliens than a robot supposed to protect them. It destroyed Nora's image, the image of Skyway Patrol and it just didn't work to make everyone feel safer. XJ-8 was incredibly strong, but it was clear it relied too much on brute force, breaking too much in the cities and sky when it helped Skyway Patrol.

"We need a more useful prototype Wakeman. This one is a good start, but we need more personality, a spunky attitude. You know? All that good stuff." The general requested, or rather, ordered.

Nora Wakeman rolled her eyes, happy the general couldn't see that. "You know it is highly inefficient to have such complex emotions and thoughts in a Global Robotic Response Unit, General Windside. Even if you wouldn't think about all the complications, I'm not even sure if it's possible to build something like that."

"I have complete faith in that you could do it." Windside replied, masking his frustration pretty well. "Maybe the Response Unit would be a bit less efficient with adding these features, but I think it will go a long way to make citizens more comfortable with the product."

Nora sighed, thinking this assignment was going to be the death of her. "You sure are asking a lot of me, General. But I'll do my absolute best."

"I know you will." He let the praise sink in for a moment, "Y'know, let me give you a suggestion."

The scientist raised an eyebrow, interesting in what he of all people could suggest. "Well, enlighten me. I'm sure I'll need it for a prototype of this physiological magnitude."

"Go outside, talk to teenagers and the parents of them. Ask what they would want in a robot designed to protect them, it would give you some place to start."

Nora nodded appreciatively, not expecting him to be able to see it. "That's actually not a bad idea, I'll start right this instant."

"Good," The General said with satisfaction, "Go to it then, I want a Global Robotic Response Unit with the full package, power and personality." And the line went dead, Nora put the phone down with a soft sigh.

"I guess if I make room for my best emotions and personality it will be something worthwhile." Nora muttered to herself while dressing in her coat, her eyes lit up in idea. "Or better, I will make a quick self-learning AI using its environment and the internet."

Nora Wakeman wrote that idea on her favorite notepad in her right pocket. It was also filled with new AI planning, stronger but smaller body designs and a feature she was aching to build into XJ-9. It was the ability to scan almost every object within a certain size category. When scanned, XJ-9 would be able to turn parts of her body in those objects. If the object in question could be used in a specific way, XJ-9 would know how to as well. Her whole planning for it was strictly theoretical but the scientist was sure it would work on her new robot.

The robotics expert also had many more designs and idea's written on her notepad, all loving to be put in XJ-9. Nora had to wait though, she had parents and teenagers to interview. She walked out of her house in Tremorton, loving how the weather was. Not too hot, not too cold.

Doctor Wakeman immediately turned right on her heels when she spotted her neighbors hanging on in the front yard. Brad Carbunkle was seated on a comfortable looking lawn chair, reading a magazine. Tuck Carbunkle – his little brother – was sitting next to him on the grass, playing with a toy plane. As Nora approached she politely coughed, bringing the attention to her.

Tuck merely glanced at her curiously before going back to his toy plane, making "wroom" sounds as he went into his house. Brad put his magazine down and asked politely as well. They weren't the best of neighbors. More like on an "I don't bother you, so you won't bother me" level of relationship.

"You need something Mrs. Wakeman?" Brad questioned.

"Actually yes I do." She responded, Brad merely raised an eyebrow, imploring her to continue. "I have some questions for you. If you have some time that is, Bradley."

"Sure I do, ask away." Brad was actually pretty interested, he knew Mrs. Wakeman was no ordinary woman. "One of your experiments again?"

Nora snorted, disguising her anxiety pretty well. It was important to keep her prototypes a secret. So she made up a little cover story. "No, Bradly. You know I don't do that kind of stuff."

"Uhuh.." Brad nodded, now smirking a bit.

"Anyways.." The scientist continued, "I've been reading these comics in my spare time and I've started thinking. What would you want to see in a robot that had the need to protect – let's say – Tremorton?"

"That's sort off a specific question, don't you think?" He squinted his eyes in faux suspicion. "Now you mention it, have you seen that robot on the news?"

"Yes, I have." Nora responded a bit softer now, Brad continued, oblivious to her conflicting thoughts. "It's supposed to protect the world, relieve Skyway Patrol of some work. As far as I know it does do its work effectively."

"But it has to be a whole lot more than be strong. I think it needs to put reassurance in people while working. And it's really not doing that if it keeps smashing everything apart accidentally while screaming 'get out of the way, work is being done here!' in a monotone voice."

Mrs. Wakeman cringed inside, she still didn't forget that particular bug. "Yeah, good point. But what would you suggest then for the maker of XJ-8?"

Brad wasn't surprised she knew the robotic name of the defender, "Well, maybe make it more like us." He gestured to himself, grinning smarmily.

Her eyes widened a bit at that, "Excuse me?"

"Y'know, like us. Humans, teenagers. If a robotic teenager doesn't have enough personality and charm for us citizens then I don't know what else will."

She put her hand on her chin in thought, Nora mused. "That actually doesn't sound half bad."

"I know, right?" Brad told her, grinning.

"Well I'll best be going, I need to do some other affairs this day." And she walked off.

Brad rolled his eyes behind his magazine and muttered, "Crazy old lady.."

"I heard that, young man!" Nora shouted behind her shoulder, she could get why someone would think that though. "This old lady hasn't lost her hearing yet!"

Brad just replied as innocently as he possibly could, "You know how it is Mrs. Wakeman, teenage slang words and all."

"Wow, good save bro." Tuck suddenly said behind him sarcastically.

"Don't you have to play with your dolls?" Brad grumbled, irritated.

"Excuse-ME!" Tuck suddenly exclaimed, "They are Action Figures, thank you very much!"


"A teenage robot you say, Carbunkle.." Nora mused in her mind. "If you think about it.. it's a pretty great idea."

It was a great mix of personality and power. If the scientist would make a robot that was supposed to be a teenager and then grow up herself. That would make for a crime fighting robot who could know morals and make healthy decisions based on the situation. "And much more of course."

Nora could also – if she programmed XJ-9 right – treat her as a real daughter, filling the hole she had for at least twenty years. The scientist didn't want to program XJ-9's personality though, she had to learn and develop that in her own way as she processed life. Quite literally. Nora would make sure to at least have some base personality programmed of course. XJ-9 did need to have a starting ground to start developing after all.

The scientist made the decision to talk to a few more teenagers – the ones who were willing to talk – and ask the same question. She did the same for the parents or just regular adults who were in their free time. It looked like the whole premise of a 'more humanoid robot' was loved. That together with Brad's thoughts made Nora make her conclusion. She was going to build a teenage robot and learn it to live with multiple emotions and a million other things.


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