This is my first attempt at a Robotboy fanfic, and it could be an epic! However, I need to know if there's really any interest in this. So if you'd like this story continue, please do not hesitate to review! I need feedback.

Well, on to the story…

FROM PROFESSOR MOSHIMO'S PERSONAL NOTES

When first I created Robotboy, I said he surpassed all expectations. Roughly four years later, he has done it again.

There were no lacks of warnings from my scientist colleagues when I decided to leave my greatest creation, dare I call him my son, in the care of Tommy Turnbull, a young - very young - aspiring robot technician. I was aware of the risks of letting mere children take care of Robotboy. Nevertheless, I did so because mere children could teach him the one thing I couldn't: How to grow into a real child. A real boy. Ever since I found out that I couldn't have children of my own, I've been trying to create a child. All attempts failed miserably, until I made Robotboy. But what life could I offer him here in my secret labs, surrounded by other machinations? The life of a yet another machination, that's what. If Robotboy ever were to become a real boy, he would have to be in the company of other children. They could teach him to become human much more effectively than I ever could. So I sent him to the Turnbull household and told to pose as a toy while he stayed with young Tommy, and learned. I could have given him a cybernetic skin to make him look human, but to what use? Robotboy was far too…robotic to pass for a human, even if he looked the part. Sure enough, I let him try and use a cybernetic skin once, but then I deliberately made it so it would dissolve after only six hours. That way, he would have something to aspire towards.

That was four yeas ago, and I can't postpone it much longer. I always told him: Learn to become a real boy, to become human, on the inside first. Then I will make you a real boy on the outside. Under the guidance of young Turnbull and his friends, Robotboy has become more human than I dared to hope for. He now speaks normal English – well, nearly normal - but more importantly: he understands the basic social codes of humans, and he realizes that a human mind is not directed by logic alone, but also by feelings and impulses. Last year, I gave him a new exoskeleton at the size of an adolescent and reclaimed the remote control watch that I had given Tommy three years earlier. I felt that Robotboy no longer needed to be controlled by others. His sense of judgment was now well enough developed for him to be his own master, and he is never fully deactivated any more, even when he is in his "toy robot" mode. But to still be posing as a toy after all this time is, I feel, too humiliating for my greatest creation. Robotboy is ready to move to another level.

My dilemma became no smaller two years ago, when I made another problematic decision. After the Sausalito affair, my other most successful creation, Robotgirl, was left for dead – or at least, left for having been destroyed beyond repair. I decided that since all of our enemies thought she was gone for good, we had a unique opportunity to give her a normal quiet, life, shielded from the people who were out to get me and my creations. But it's not fair to Robotboy to give Robotgirl - or Robyn, as we call her now - the chance to live as a real human being while denying him the same thing. He now knows that I can make cybernetic skins that lasts for much longer than six hours, and is wondering why I still hesitate to do the same for him. His dissatisfaction is becoming increasingly evident

I'm only waiting for a sign…

***

KA-BOOM!!!

A huge explosion blasted a hole in Kaziland's east side. It hurled two figures into the sea: One was rather big, while the other one was short and stubby.

"I blame you for this, Constantine!" the shorter figure shouted.

"Yes, boss!" the bigger figure responded.

Back at the remains of Kaziland, three young teens were much happier with the outcome of the day, even though one of them was currently shaking her head in disbelief.

"Mutated, cybernetically enhanced armadillos!" Lola sighed. "Kamikazi is really beginning to run out of ideas, isn't he?"

Tommy looked around. The armadillos had scattered, and they were already beginning to revert back to normal. He picked up a few random pieces of armory. "Yeah, this was almost too easy.", he agreed. "Easy victories are no fun!"

"Speak for yourself, dude!" Gus commented while he picked two candy bars out of his pocket, rewarding himself for having caused a few armadillos to crash into each other while bravely running around like a headless chicken and trying to avoid being hit by the said armadillos' laser. "Easy victories suit me just fine. I'm all for easy victories!" He took a large bite of both candy bars at once and continued: "Well. I guesh thas it, then."

"Not quite!" Robotboy replied, a little more dramatically than strictly necessary, and used his cannons to annihilate one of the control panels. "That takes care of Dr. Kamikazi's camera surveillance system." , he explained. "Now we can speak freely."

"Good thinking, Ro."

"Thank you. By the way, here's a bag. I notice that you like to bring, in a manner of speaking, souvenirs whenever we been to Kaziland."

"Again, good thinking. Thanks!"

Tommy continued to study the armadillo armory's cybernetic components. Occasionally, he would put some of the more interesting parts into the bag. Then, a few minutes later, he began searching closets and shelves.

At that point, Lola tapped him on the back. "Tommy? Not to sound prudish, but don't you think it's wrong to go through Dr. Kamikazi's personal items like this? I mean, he's bad and all, but two wrongs don't make one right."

"I'm just looking for secret weapons that he might be hiding.", the boy explained. "You never know with Kamikazi. If he's hiding dangerous items, it would be more wrong to leave them here."

"Yeah, I understand that. It's just – " Lola's cell phone rang. "It's from Robyn", she said, moving to another end of Kamikazi's war room to answer the call with some more privacy. Meanwhile, Tommy took a bottle out of a safe that had been smashed open.

Gus, who had been studying him with mild interest, pointed at the bottle. "What's that?" he asked

Tommy examined the bottle. "Well, it's labelled…uh, 'Love Potion X'"

"Gee, I wonder what that does!" Gus sarcastically commented.

Tommy smiled. "I see your point; Kamikazi isn't very creative when it comes to naming stuff. I wonder, though, did he really make a working love potion? We should have it analyzed."

"I can test it on our P.E. teacher!" Gus volunteered, grinning.

"Very funny, Gus"

Tommy's attention was drawn to Robotboy, who appeared to be staring longingly out of the big hole he had just made in the wall. He walked over to his friend.

"Penny for you thoughts, Ro."

"You won't like them. My thoughts, I mean."

"Why? What are you thinking?"

Robotboy looked down at the sea below them, where Dr. Kamikazi and Constantine were now clinging to a piece of driftwood and trying to stay afloat.

"Kamikazi is, how you say, a sitting duck." Robotboy began. "I will not actually do this, but I'm thinking: From this distance I could easily blast him. It would be over in a second. I spare Constantine, but Kamikazi, he die instantly. And then he would never be a threat any more."

"Ro!!"

"I just said I will not actually do it! I would never kill anyone. But that's what I was thinking of."

Robotboy looked guiltily at his best friend.

"Does that make me bad? Does that make me… inhuman?"

"No, I guess all humans think like that sometimes. Only for a little moment, and only when they're angry or sad, but they do. Come to think of it, if you killed him, I guess that would've been pretty typical human behaviour as well. But it would be the wrong way of being human."

"I know. That's why I would never actually do it."

"Good man."

Robotboy shrugged. "Yes, I hope to become one, someday."

"But Tommy? I been thinking about something else…"

"Yes?"

"Why don't we just turn Kamikazi and Constantine over to the Police?"

Tommy shrugged. "I'm afraid it's not that easy, Ro. Professor Moshimo has been trying to report Dr. Kamikazi for plotting to take over the world for years, but there's just not enough proof against him. He usually destroys the evidence, and he always runs away when there are too many witnesses. I'm sure you've noticed how he's always trying to avoid being seen by my parents."

Robotboy hung his head. "But there must be something more we can do! So far, we are only stopping him when his plans are already in motion. We should be more, how you say, proactive!"

"Ro, you weren't serious about – "

"I told you, I don't plan to kill Kamikazi. But there are other ways of being proactive."

Robotboy turned around and walked back inside, followed by Tommy.

"Robyn just called to say that she told my dad the backup story." Lola explained to them. "Then she called your parents and told them the same thing", she continued, looking at Tommy. "And then she went down to your parents' house and told them the same thing.", she finally added, looking at Gus. "Why can't your parents get a telephone? They used to have one, didn't they?"

Gus shrugged uneasily. "Yeah, but they cancelled it because having a telephone leads to temptation or something…"

"Like running a bookie shop, for instance." Tommy added dryly.

Lola gasped. "You're a bookmaker?"

"Well, it's not like it's illegal."

The rest of the groups scowled at him.

"Okay, so it is. But everyone's doing it!"

Uneasy silence.

"Well, my folks never give me an allowance. I had to think of some way to make a bit of money."

"We can discuss this later.", Tommy said diplomatically. "Did Robyn say anything else, Lola?"

"Well, she was a bit disappointed that she couldn't come with us..."

"She got nothing to complain about!" Robotboy commented with a sullen voice.

"Come on Ro, it's not fair that she always have to stay at home while the rest of us – "

"Not fair? I tell you what is not fair!" Robotboy snapped. "It's not fair that my 'sister' get to lead a normal life as real girl in your lap of luxury –" He turned to look at Tommy and continued: "- While I still have to pose as a toy; a fourteen-year old kid's toy, no less! It's not fair that even though I have the power to level cities, I still live in a backpack!"

Ro turned around and walked away, stomping his feet demonstratively.

"Now, if you excuse me, I'm going home!" he said sarcastically, crawling into Tommy's backpack.

Lola looked at Tommy in confusion and guilt. "So… what do we do now?" she asked awkwardly.

"We'll just have to wait. I've seen Ro like this before. Just give him a few minutes to calm down."

"Tommy, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."

"It's all right. It's my fault, really, I should've told you. Ro has been a bit touchy recently. He's wondering why Professor Moshimo hasn't given him a cybernetic skin and a human identity yet."

"Well, why hasn't he?"

"Who knows? Maybe he wants to see who manages the best – Ro as a robot with superpowers or Robyn as a 'human' without superpowers."

"Then why didn't he remove her powers, instead of just installing a blocking chip in her head to stop her from using them?"

"Juts to play it safe, I guess. Speaking of which, she's not suspecting anything, is she?"

"No, as far as I can tell, Robyn still thinks she is perfectly normal. Except for the fact that she was originally a robot girl, of course"

"Good…"

Tommy looked at his backpack. Robotboy, who was still sitting in it, frowned at them.

"Anyway, I'll take this up with the professor, first chance I get", he finished. "Now, let's find a place to sit down. We may have to wait for a little longer."

***

Twenty minutes later, the superactivated Robotboy took off from Kaziland, and Kamikazi and Constantine finally dared to walk back inside.

Kamikazi growled. The heroes were supposed to leave the villain's lair as soon as their mission was completed. It was common courtesy! Yet Robotboy and his posse had stayed at his headquarters for half an hour. For half an hour, they had been roaming freely inside his private property. And what had he been doing? Waiting patiently for them to leave! The humiliation!

Kamikazi and his large henchman looked around. "They sure made a mess", Constantine commented flatly.

"We'll clean it up. And by "we", I mean you.", Kamikazi muttered, and threw a broom at him.

Kamikazi sat down, wondering why he wasn't angrier about the disastrous outcome of his latest plan. He should be having a fit of rage right now, wowing terrible revenge on his enemies. But to his horror, he realized that he had no fighting spirit left in him.

"I'm getting too old for this.", he sighed.

"Oh, don't say that, boss, you're still a very dangerous, threatening…"

"Stop sucking up to me, I'm not in the mood. I'm losing my grip, and you know it!"

Kamikazi got up and began walking around restlessly.

"And I'm running out of time. The children are growing up. They're getting bigger and more resourceful, and what's worse: Robotboy is growing up too, figuratively speaking. He's getting smarter, and that's a real problem His gullibility was his main weakness. I'm losing my advantage."

"Are you saying you're giving up, boss?"

"No, but I need a fresh, new approach. I need to come up with a new plan, rather than just using old, recycled ones over and over…" He suddenly looked rather thoughtful.

"They were here for rather a long time", he commented after a pause. "I wonder…"

"Wonder about what, boss?" , Constantine asked, as his employer and ward walked towards the partially destroyed control panels.

"I'm going to find out what they were talking about before they left. I have a hunch that I might be able to find out something important."

"But boss, Robotboy destroyed the cameras" Constantine pointed out.

"Yes, but in my wisdom I made a backup plan. I have an advanced recording system installed in the walls. The walls have ears, so to speak. They are recording everything that has been said within these premises."

He began removing some of the plates.

"Ah, still in working order!" he exclaimed. "Constantine, fetch my headphones!"

Confused, the henchman handed Kamikazi the big, lumpy headphones that he still preferred to small earphones. Then he went on with his business of cleaning up.

However, for the next few minutes, Constantine couldn't help but noticing his boss' facial expressions changing rapidly from anger to mild annoyance, to mild amusement, to slightly worried. Until….

It seemed like he was rewinding one particular piece of recording and listening to it over and over again.

Then finally, he started to laugh. It was a foreboding malicious laugh, but Constantine found it very reassuring. It meant that his boss was in a good mood again,

"My instincts did not fail me, Constantine!" he burst out. "Those foolish kids have inadvertently given me vital information!"

He took off his earphones and got up.

"The Sausalito affair was just a ruse! Robotgirl is not dead!" he exclaimed triumphantly. "And the best thing is, she still got her powers only she can't use them!"

Constantine stared blankly at his boss.

"I'll explain it in more detail later" Kamikazi "Suffice to say, one of professor Moshimo's most powerful weapons is up for grabs! Opportunity isn't knocking; it's kicking in my door!"

To be continued…