My life as a Teenage Robot

“Nora wasn’t an old woman the last time I saw her.” You tell Gaz quietly as you stare at the aged Scientist.

Nora has to be at least 55 at this point, despite this fact, she doesn’t have a single wrinkle on her and still retains her athletic and youthful body. The only difference now is that her once brilliantly orange hair that is in its usual updo has turned snowy white from age.

However, despite her age, Nora hasn’t grown a single inch in height remaining at her unusually short height of 4 ft 11. Though Nora might wear a form hiding outfit consisting of red lab goggles, a black turtleneck, blacks slacks, and a yellow button-down lab coat with matching heels, you can still remember and see the outline of her hourglass body. You distinctly recall that Nora had Large B cups, a medium sized waist, and had a large tight pear-shaped rear.

However, your thoughts on Nora’s changes through the years is interrupted by Gaz’s angry and frustrated glare.

“So, her names, Nora. Huh.” Gaz bit out harshly as walked around to face you just so that you could see her angry scowl and see her eyes crack open slightly so you could see just how angry she was on the inside.

Sighing to yourself, you can obviously see that you need to explain further in order to satisfy Gaz’s anger and odd sense of frustration. With that in mind, you leaned forward and began to pull up many different images of your time here in this dimension. Each of these images shows you dressed in a strange black outfit that looks like a cross between a 1920s policeman uniform and a military outfit. An there standing next to you in many of these images is a young Nora Wakeman who is also wearing a similar outfit.

“_Sigh… _Gaz I don’t know what’s going on with you, but Nora is a dear and close friend to me. Me and Nora met at a time of conflict when her world was under siege from a hostile mechanical alien empire known as the cluster. It was because of this conflict that I decided to stay and help defend this world by joining up with a relatively new government task **** known as Skyway Patrol. Those times were rough, and skyway patrol had to split up its already thin forces into teams of two in order to combat the sheer amount of alien invasions that were happening daily. It was here that I met Nora Wakeman as she was assigned as my partner. At first me and Nora didn’t like each other for the fact that I preferred to use brute **** at times, while she preferred using a delicate touch to solve certain matters. However, overtime me and Nora eventually became close and began to work together to create a variety of different types of technology for skyway patrol to use in their war against the cluster.” You explain to Gaz as you pull up several images displaying the massive invasion of the cluster once tried to pull in this world. As Gaz gazed at the adventures of skyway patrol back during its heyday, she seems to calm down slightly as you began to explain the relationship with the now aged scientist.

“So you and Nora were nothing more than friends then…” Gaz quietly mumbles to herself as she crosses her arms and looks away from you.

“I’m sorry what?” You ask confusedly as you did not catch what Gaz mumbled to herself.

“Nothing. Anyway, what’s this cluster thing anyway?” Gaz quickly diverts the question and looks at you with a raised brow. You stare at Gaz with confusion for a second before turning back to the keyboard and begin to type in several commands to bring up the images of a giant scarab themed army.

“Well… The cluster is a massive intergalactic robotic empire that seeks to dominate all organic life and is lead by this woman.” You begin as you pull up an image of a tall and very feminine robot whose design looks to be based on ancient Egyptian pharaohs.

As this robot stands at six foot four, her body being an impossibly narrow hourglass thanks to her mechanical nature. And though this machine may despise humanity and all organics, it still ironically kept a very human form or more precisely a very female form.

However, where a normal humans breasts should be there was a single large piece of armor plating jutting forward in a mockery of what should be human breasts. Judging from the size, you would estimate that if this bot did have actual breasts than they would be the about the size of an E cup. Moving downwards you see that her mechanical nature seems to have affected her hips size as well. As the apparent leader of this robotic horde had impossibly wide hips and what appeared to be a large bubble butt.

All this came wrapped up in the usual dressing of what could only be considered Egyptian royalty as the machine had an outfit or design, you often found yourself unable to tell the difference when it came to dealing with robots, that was based on ancient Egyptian scarab’s.

“This is Vexus the leader of the cluster and quite frankly a pain in my ass.” You explained bitterly to Gaz, at which she raises a single brow in questioning as she stares at the robotic Queen of the cluster.

“Bad history, I assume?” Gaz asks to which you simply sigh loudly to yourself and facepalm yourself as you bring up the many, many violent and later on very strange confrontations you had with the Queen the cluster.

“_Urrggh… _Bad is not the way I would describe it Gaz.” You tell your purple-haired Hench as you remove your helmet and begin to pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. This response of yours seems only to enhance Gaz’s curiosity.

“Oh? And what would you describe it as?” Gaz asks As she drops her arms and leans forward onto the backrest of your chair in with a slight grin on her face as she could easily tell that whatever experience you had with Vexus seems to have driven you up the wall. Something of which she could easily capitalize on later to most likely tease the hell out of you later with. You quickly sigh to yourself and begin to pull up even more images of the many different encounters you had with the robotic Queen. Many of them were obviously violent; some, however, were rather… Strange.

“_Sigh… _Frustrating, violent, and downright confusing at times, that’s what I would describe it as Gaz. Oh sure at first Vexus treated me with the same amount of disdain she treated Nora with, but over time, things started to get a little weird.” You explain to Gaz as you pull up a strange image of you stripped down to your underwear and strapped to an operating table Vexus hovering over you with an odd yet perverted grin on her face. Of course, next to this image is one of Nora kicking down the door of the said operating room in which Vexus had you trapped in and the one following after this image was one of Vexus and Nora trying to kill each other. More and more images like this started to appear as you began to pull up more and more of your later adventures in this world.

At the very sight of all these different misadventures and strange interactions that you had with the former queen Gaz can only go slack-jawed as her mind came up with the only normal reaction that anybody would have seen such images.

“The fuck?!” Gaz shouted in shock and anger as she soon grits her teeth and regains that deep scowl she had from before. However, you were unaffected by this as you just stared plainly at the images with a bored flat look.

“Like I said before Gaz my relationship to the queen of the cluster is rather… Weird, to say the least. Thankfully though Nora and I were able to take her on the planet and send her back to cluster prime, however, I still don’t understand why this world jumped ahead over two decades into the future.” You tell your purple-haired henchgirl who is still staring at the rather compromising images of your misadventures in this world and is currently swearing up a storm.

As Gaz begins to freak out slightly at the sight of your many misadventures in this world, you begin to think back about why you left this world in the first place. As you begin to lean back into your chair, you recall the very annoying and frustrating argument you had with the higher-ups and skyway patrol. This argument boiled down to the fact that skyway patrol is becoming so bureaucratic that they couldn’t get anything done. Nora was also with you in this argument and agreed with many of your points and threatened to leave skyway patrol with you if they didn’t change the course that they were on.

Unfortunately, the higher-ups didn’t listen and continued to tie up all their available forces in red tape, making it next to impossible to actually getting things done. Following this, you immediately left skyway patrol with Nora in disgust, following your resignation with skyway patrol you started making preparations to leave this world.

However, before you could do so, Nora stopped you and begged you not to leave as you were the brawn of skyway patrol and one of the most skilled fighters in the entire universe. If you left, she argued, then the earth would be left undefended, and it would be only a matter of time before a new invasion started. Hell, Nora even offered for you to live with her at her home in Tremorton, though when she did she oddly enough had a cherry red face. At the time you simply assumed it was due to the embarrassment of you possibly seeing how messy her home was, as you often recalled the horrifying messes that she often left in the lab when she was working on a project alone. So, you easily came to the conclusion her home must have been in an equally horrifying mess, and she was just embarrassed about it. Though now you aren’t too sure as you gaze at the many adventures with the scientist and see her have that same blush whenever she spent time with you… Did… Did Nora love-

“HEY! DUMBASS!” Gaz shouts in your ear, cutting off your line of thought as she stares at you angerly with her hands on her hips and deep scowl marring her face.

“Ow… What is it Gaz?” You wince at the sudden volume. However, Gaz looks as if she doesn’t care and simply stares at you as she asks a rather important question.