...r Shell, and from the
moment Jenny laid eyes on him she had felt like she was walking on air.
Sometimes literally, when her flight systems kicked in accidentally. Jenny knew
she should've been at least mildly displeased that another superhero was
horning in on her “turf”, as there was a certain point of pride about a
superhero being competent enough to keep their home city safe, but Jenny didn't
really care in the slightest. She was simply thrilled to have a cute robot boy
in town who, as far as Jenny could tell, was single. He hadn't responded to
Jenny's advances yet, but... Jenny knew it was only a matter of time. After
all, it's not like there were any other robot girls in the area, and Jenny
hadn't picked up even a blip on her internal gaydar.
Jenny had never attempted to track Silver Shell to his
home base, she felt little need... fate seemed to have a way of making their
paths cross again and again, and in the meantime Jenny had started a sizable
collection of newspaper clippings from each public appearance SS made. This is
how most of her summer had been spent; laying on her stomach on her bed or
reclining in her beanbag chair, clippings of Silver Shell spread out all around
her, ogling the smooth curves of his chassis and the shapes of the bulging
servos hidden just under his armored outer skin. Often Jenny liked to lay back
and turn her dream chip on to it's lowest setting, crafting a customized
fantasy about her crush. M...