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My Life as a Teenage Robot — Season 1
#Episode nameAir dateRuntimeRating
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12mIt Came from Next DoorSomething was undeniably different about the girl next door. She was, in truth, the advanced Global Robotic Response Unit, model #XJ9. Yet, she preferred the name "Jenny."Oct 18, 2002Oct 18, 200212m02
12mPest ControlIn a clandestine laboratory, a peculiar experiment yielded unforeseen consequences: mutated lab rats, orchestrated by the malevolent Vladimir, harbored a vengeful desire against their creator. Their plan: to seize control of Jenny’s body.Oct 18, 2002Oct 18, 200212m03
12mRaggedy AndroidElara longed for the annual Townsquare Fair, yet Wakeman harbored a quiet apprehension. He feared the sheer volume of people would inevitably trigger a breakdown in someone confronted by the towering automaton – a seven-foot mechanical teenager that dominated the festivities.Oct 25, 2002Oct 25, 200212m04
12mClass ActionJenny hoped to find companionship with Brit and Tiff Crust on her first day of high school. She sought friendship, but the Crust cousins harbored unkind intentions, plotting to embarrass her.Oct 25, 2002Oct 25, 200212m05
12mAttack of the 5½ Ft. GeekShe found herself with a new friend, a prospect that should have brought joy. Yet, his immediate and unwavering devotion unsettled her. It was as if he had been sculpted from a single, fervent impulse, and the intensity of it bordered on unnerving.Nov 1, 2002Nov 1, 200212m06
12mDoom with a ViewA spirited game of catch among Jenny, Brad, and Tuck is unexpectedly halted by the arrival of a peculiar robot emissary, who proposes that Jenny join the Cluster's ranks.Nov 1, 2002Nov 1, 200212m07
12mEar No EvilThe latest trend had everyone talking: pierced ears, particularly the left. A woman, known only as "the subject," had recently acquired a third piercing on her left ear, sparking widespread interest and discussion.
This seemingly minor detail had unexpectedly catapulted body modification into the spotlight, making pierced ears the defining fashion statement of the moment. The subject's choice became a symbol, a conversation starter, and a testament to the ever-evolving nature of personaNov 15, 2002Nov 15, 200212m08
12mUnlicensed Flying ObjectA persistent frustration gnawed at him – the absence of a license, the limitations it imposed. Jenny’s well-meaning offers of assistance only served to highlight the chasm between his desire and reality. The disappointment festered, a dull ache that fueled increasingly outlandish thoughts. Eventually, he found an unlikely outlet for his yearning: joyriding in abandoned spaceships. It became a peculiar new hobby, a vibrant escape from the mundane world he couldn't quite navigate.Nov 15, 2002Nov 15, 200212m09
12mParty MachineShe was away for the weekend, a fact that set off a familiar tremor of apprehension. The annual Minutian invasion was upon them, and while she possessed a means of defense, a doubt lingered: could her daughter manage it amidst the chaos of her room?Nov 22, 2002Nov 22, 200212m10
12mSpeak No EvilJenny found herself in a predicament. A vital component of her linguistic toolkit – one of the language system discs – had vanished. The consequence was immediate and startling: she could no longer speak English. Stranded in Japan, a world away from familiarity, she faced a cascade of challenges communicating with those she knew. The once effortless flow of conversation became a frustrating barrier, leaving her isolated and struggling to bridge the gap between two worlds.Nov 22, 2002Nov 22, 200212m11
12mSee No EvilShe awoke to a world transformed, her vision imbued with a power she could scarcely comprehend. Colors shimmered with newfound intensity, patterns danced in the periphery, and a spectrum of imagery unfolded before her eyes—a vista unseen by ordinary mortals. Yet, this extraordinary gift came with an unexpected burden: the sheer scale of it all.Nov 29, 2002Nov 29, 200212m12
12mThe Great UnwashedShe had been invited to Don Prima’s latest gathering, but the residue of a recent undertaking demanded a thorough cleansing first.Nov 29, 2002Nov 29, 200212m13
12mThe Return of Raggedy AndroidJenny longed for the easy camaraderie of the other teenagers, but the local malt shop, her latest employment, presented an insurmountable obstacle: the owner’s strict prohibition against robots. Determined to join their ranks, she sought out Wakeman, proposing a solution that hinged on his dormant exo-skin project. She pleaded with him to resurrect the concept, not as a machine, but as a means of achieving a human appearance.Dec 8, 2002Dec 8, 200212m14
12mThe Boy who Cried RobotHe called for aid when trouble brewed, but his pleas went unanswered.Dec 8, 2002Dec 8, 200212m15
12mSibling TsunamiWhen the watchman was absent, Jenny stumbled upon a hidden chamber. Within, lined up like expectant siblings, were her prototypes: XJ1 through 8. A thrill of kinship surged through her. Overjoyed to find these creations, she activated them, eager for the company of her newfound sisters.Dec 15, 2002Dec 15, 200212m16
12mI Was a Preschool DropoutThe decision rippled through the school system: Jenny, deemed technically five years old, was to be placed in a grade appropriate for her age. The inevitable outcome? A move to kindergarten.Dec 15, 2002Dec 15, 200212m17
12mHostile MakeoverA microscopic marvel, a nanobot of intricate design, found its way to her. It settled within, initiating a transformation unlike any other. Her very essence shifted, a merging of organic and mechanical, human and something…older. The change was profound, a reshaping of form and function, leaving behind the woman she once was for a being both familiar and utterly new – a blend of humanity and a echo of ancient strength.Dec 15, 2002Dec 15, 200212m18
12mGrid Iron GloryA flicker of attention, and then the coach’s gaze settled on Jenny. Before she knew it, a new role was offered, a surprising destiny laid out. The cheerleading squad was forgotten; she was being recruited for a different kind of game, a position of leadership and power.Dec 15, 2002Dec 15, 200212m19
12mDressed to KillThe Supreme Commander of the Cluster Armed Forces, a being of immense power, found himself unexpectedly vulnerable. Rare and deadly power crystals, essential to his dominion, had been lost on Earth.Dec 22, 2002Dec 22, 200212m20
12mShell GameA persistent shadow clung to him – the unreturned affection for Jenny. It was a quiet ache, a constant undercurrent to his days. He carried it with a weary grace, aware that she saw him as a friend, nothing more. The hope he once held had faded, leaving behind a gentle melancholy that settled deep within. He continued on, navigating life with the bittersweet knowledge that some affections remain unspoken, and some hearts remain untouched.Dec 22, 2002Dec 22, 200212m21
12mDaydream BelieverShe had never known dreams, nor nightmares, the shared experience of those deemed "normal." It was a void within her, an absence she’d long accepted. But then, she asked Wakeman to create a program, installed during sleep, designed to fill that space. A dream program.Feb 16, 2003Feb 16, 200312m22
12mThis Time with FeelingDriven by a yearning to understand the sensation of touch, a desire for physical connection, she resorts to a desperate act: stealing a set of artificial nerves from Dr. Wakeman. But these are no ordinary implants; they possess a peculiar duality, capable only of delivering either an unbearable tickle or excruciating pain.Feb 16, 2003Feb 16, 200312m23
12mSaved by the ShellHe used his influence with Jenny to arrange a blind date between her and his mysterious acquaintance.Feb 9, 2003Feb 9, 200312m24
12mTradeshow ShowdownA thrill coursed through her as she approached the doors of the convention, a first for her. Excitement bubbled within, a delightful overflow of anticipation.Feb 9, 2003Feb 9, 200312m25
12mThe Wonderful World of WizzlyJenny stood before the WizzleyWorld gates, a knot of unease tightening in her chest. The vibrant facade, promising fantastical adventures, felt jarringly out of sync with a growing disquiet within her. It wasn't the spectacle itself that troubled her, but the whispers she’d heard, the rumors that clung to the park like humid air – tales of cramped workshops and tireless labor behind the smiles of the animatronic figures.
The reality, she discovered, was far more unsettling than any rumor coulFeb 23, 2003Feb 23, 200312m26
12mCall HatingA persistent hum resided within her, a constant reminder of a connection she couldn't fully grasp. It wasn’t painful, precisely, but an unsettling presence, a low thrumming that vibrated against her skin. It was as if a voice, not quite her own, occasionally demanded attention, a silent summons from a hidden place. She longed for quiet, for the absence of that internal echo, yet it was inextricably woven into the fabric of her being, a peculiar and inescapable part of who she was.Feb 23, 2003Feb 23, 200312m
