Issue 1: Genesis

Abigail Feinberg, twenty eight year old associate of the law firm Feinberg, Goldstein, and Murphy was out to prove that she deserved her job and she was not hired because her mother was a founding partner. As a result, when there were clients that the other associates did not want to deal with, clients who dabbled in the weird, the super, the arcane, the alien, or anything else that skirted into the realms of things that gave lawyers and regulators nightmares, they turned to Abby.

This usually did not bother Abigail. She usually liked the clients who came from other planets, dabbled with other dimensions, or manufactured items of magic. They were eccentric, interesting, and usually had fascinating insights about the world.

Lando Jackson was the exception. Abby had tried to get someone else to take over as his primary, he was lazy, uncouth, oblivious to social cues, and an unabashed pervert to boot. He was the kind of guy who thought it was okay to have tentacle hentai on in the background of a meeting so long as it is on mute. It was for that reason that Abigail Feinberg worked so hard to help the pervy little asshole. The sooner the devious lech could finish his starship and become the rest of the universe's problem, the better.

So, when Lando called in a panic saying "I need you, right now. As in get to my place as fast as your thick ass can move itself. This is an emergency and if you are not here in thirty minutes I am sending the drones." Remembering the last time Lando Jackson sent his drones to literally pick her up and fly her to 112 Tanners Ave, better known as Lando's house all the way out in the suburbs, Abby rushed to grab her leather coat and bike keys.
"Fucking Lando. Fuck You you piece of shit." Abby said as she weaved through traffic on her Honda to get there before a squad of robotic eagles scooped her out of the sky.

***

"Thanks for coming so quickly." Lando said looking sheepish and bewildered. "Come in."
"Alright Lando, what did you do this time?" asked Abby. "Please tell me that you did not abduct any more fairy queens. The state department is still sorting out the shitstorm you kicked up."
"Nothing like that. I. created..." Lando looked down at the floor trying to find the right words.
"Created. What, Lando." Images of doomsday machines, rogue A.I.s, and sentient black holes filled Abby's mind. "LANDO! What did you create?"
Lando sighed. "I should just show you."

***

Abigail walked into a room filled with the sound of laughter. The young attorney looked up to see five girls in their late teens wearing hospital gowns floating in the air as they painted their nails. "Girls." Lando said. All five sets of eyes turned and in less than a blink of an eye all five girls ZOOMED to Lando's side.
"""Hi Daddy!""" The girls said in unison.
"I missed you." said a girl with strawberry colored hair.
"I am so happy to see you." said a girl with honey colored hair.
"Is this the lawyer you talked about?" asked the girl with platinum colored hair.

"Yes. Girls this is Abby. She is my attorney. Abby these are my..."
The silence was broken when the girl with auburn hair smirked and said "harem girls."
"sex pets!" shouted the girl with raven colored hair.
"Fuck daughters." said the ginger.
"Can't we just be his wives?" asked the honey haired girl.

"Jesus Lando. What the fuck!" Abigail exclaimed.
"I did not mean to do this. I swear. I was trying to make starship fuel. I was combining fructose and cayenne with..."
"Save the science for later, please. Just tell me what happened." said Abby.
"What happened is that that lightning strike surged my quartanite laser, spooked Champion into knocking over a shelf, mixed a whole bunch of my X chemicals into the mixture which caused an explosion. When I came to. These five were lying **** on the floor. When they came to, they all insisted. Well. what did you all insist."

The platinum blonde girl stepped forward and struck a pose. "We insist that you are our Daddy Master. You gave us life and we love you for it. We want to return that love by devoting ourselves to you. We all know in our hearts that we belong to you. All we want is to be with you, as your daughters, lovers, slaves, wives, pets, or whatever other twist or title you want to put on it. What matters is that we are yours, mind, body, and soul."

"Why do I have the feeling that while you were brewing up this dangerous volatile starship fuel, that you had hentai playing in the background?" Lando said nothing, simply withering under Abby's question. The lawyer turned to the blonde girl who had been talking to her. "You speak very well for someone who has only been alive for a few hours."
"Internet." the blonde said. As if that explained everything.
"That does not explain anything." said Abby.
"The girls see in higher and lower spectrums. They can read the data that is floating around in the airwaves." Lando explained.
"And transmit." The ginger said. "It was a little tricky at first, but tweaking our laser vision by just a smidge and we can send texts and emails a lot easier than using your thumbs."

"So you see my problem." said Lando.
"That you violated a dozen safety regulations." Abigail asked.
"Please, you tell me how much Uncle Sam wants and I will cut him a check. No my problem is my girls need birth certificates."
"Your girls?" Abigail asked incredulously.
"Yes. My girls. I made them. I have a responsibility to look after them. That starts with getting them in the system."

"It's not that simple." said Abigail. "They are created beings, you cannot just walk up to a government office with a homonculous you conjured from dark magic and ask for a social security number. There has to be a hearing. Expert testimony. It can take years."
"I do not want my girls to have to wait years to get a driver's license or go to school." said Lando. "I want these girls to have a normal life. I do not want them to have to wait years before they can go out into the world like normal people."

Abigail blinked. "You're serious. This is important to you."
"Damn right. Look at them." Lando gestured towards the five innocent, beautiful, lovely, nubiles. "I made them. I owe them the opportunity to have a normal life."
Abigail sighed. "Let me make some phone calls."

***

"Alright. I have the girls registered with the Federal Department of Technologies & Supernal Affairs as 'experimental autonomous bio-replicants' under your license as a weapons manufacturer and I have filed a petition of sapience with the state court. It will be awhile before they give us a date for a preliminary hearing and that will be only the beginning of the process. The courts are very **** to grant human rights to created beings since the debacle with HalGPT."
"I heard that they are still finding mutated cyborgs in San Francisco." said Lando.
"Exactly. But until the courts have them declared as people, you can use their TSA ID numbers for the DMV, college enrollment, or anything else like that. Just remember Lando that they are legally your responsibility, they do anything, it is you who will be held to account."

"Hear that girls, no bank robberies or attacking the city." said Lando.
"""Yes, Daddy.""" The five girls said in unison with a laugh.

"I am glad that you are all taking this as seriously as the matter deserves." Abigail said. "One last thing, if they have names it goes a long way in proving their personhood. So, girls." Abigail turned to the five sexy super girls. "Have you thought about what you want people to call..."
"I am Sydney Jackson." said the platinum blonde.
"I am Stacy Jackson." said the honey blonde.
"I am Sarah Jackson." said the strawberry ginger.
"I am Samantha Jackson." said the light auburn.
"I am Sasha Jackson." said the dark raven.

Abigail looked bewildered. Lando shrugged in surprise.

"Do you like them, Daddy?" asked Stacy.
"I love them. As much as I love all of you."
"""OOOOOHHHHH!!! Daddy! We love you too."""

"I think I am going to be sick." said Abigail as she watched the five girls pick up Lando Jackson and lift him into the sky in a big family group hug.