Disclaimer: I do not own My Life as a Teenage Robot. I do not own the Megaman series. I also do not own any of either stories official characters. However, any characters that appear in this story that are not in either series are mine.

I've finally decided it's time to repost this story. I apologize to any of the fans of this story that I've disappointed.

This is the sequel to my story "Frail Humanity." Yes, it is a crossover. If you do not read Frail Humanity first, chances are, you won't understand this one.

I hope you enjoy this one, and please give me any constructive criticism you can.

A young girl, age 17. She was an average girl that didn't stand out very much. She had a few good friends, both loving parents living with her, well above average grades in school, and a bright future ahead of her as far as anyone could predict.

She had those things, but not anymore. After losing her parents, she became extremely miserable. It was later that she found out that she had also lost one of her friends. This only made matters worse. She had no choice but to live in an orphanage, and from that point on, her grades dropped sharply. She felt as though her life was utterly ruined.

She thought about these things as she walked towards the edge of the roof of a fourteen story building. It was after 3am, so no one else was aware of her location or what she was up to. This particular neighborhood was usually quiet and dark around this time. There was just enough light present so she could see where she was going.

She finally reached the edge of the roof and looked straight down. The cold winter weather would make almost anyone else retreat to their homes, but she barely noticed the freezing temperature of twenty six degrees Fahrenheit. The harsh weather was the least of her worries.

Realizing that she was completely calm at that moment despite her situation, she thought she was probably going mad. It was only when she had trouble moving her fingers and toes easily, that she realized how cold it must be.

Staring at her right hand, she smiled and said "The blood in my hands and feet must be turning into slush. I have been out here for about half an hour in my pajamas after all. Mom…dad…I'll see you soon."

She closed her eyes, took one step back, and then leaped forward with all of her might plummeting towards the street below. Before she decided to close her eyes, she was completely unaware of the police car driving along that street. The lights were flashing at that moment, so when she landed on the top of the car, she also broke the lights. The officer in the car was completely unprepared for the sudden impact and bright almost blinding flash of light.

Instinctively, he stopped the car and turned on his flash light. He turned it to his right and noticed that there was a large dent in the roof of the passengers' side.

"What the hell just hit me? That's blood leaking from…oh shit!" the officer said

He hurried out of his car as quickly as he possibly could and ran around to the other side of the car. He shined his light on the girl then checked to see if she was still alive.

"Dammit! Unfortunately, she's not," he said.

As he ran towards the car phone to contact the hospital, lights from people's houses and apartments turned on one after the other. The people wanted to see what was going on. When they realized what had happened, several people came running out of their homes to see if they could help.

Brad watched as Jenny balled up a newspaper violently and threw it into the trash.

"What was that for?" Brad asked.

"That's the fifth suicide in Tremorton this month," Jenny yelled angrily.

"Who was it this time?" one of the many now concerned students in the cafeteria asked.

"It was…Lisa Minch," Jenny replied in a tone that made her sound if she was on the verge of crying.

"You gotta be kidding me. Not Lisa," a male student said.

"I don't blame her though. There wasn't much left for her. I'm not exactly supporting her decision. I'm just saying that I would've probably done the same thing," another male student said.

"Nobody's mad at what you said man. The pitiful situation that we're in right now is what we're really angry about," Brad said.

"It's not uncommon for someone to commit suicide after the death of their loved ones, but it's becoming even more uncommon considering that Earth's population has dropped by thirteen percent," one of the teachers sitting a few tables away said.

"It's too much for me to try to keep up with. There's no system set up to alert me when someone is about to kill themselves, and even if there was one, I still couldn't prevent every suicide, especially when the current suicide rate is five times the current murder rate," Jenny said.

"It's not just here in America. It's a worldwide problem," the teacher said before leaving his table to dispose of his trash.

"Listen Jenny, I know you feel greatly responsible for all of this, but there's not much that you or anybody else can do about it right now. We just have to do whatever we can until things return to normal," Brit said.

"It's been a long time since you've called me Jenny. Not only that, that's one of the nicest things you've said to me…ever," Jenny said.

"I don't know why, but I can't bring myself to hate you anymore. I still don't really like you after what you did to me that day, but it's not on the level of hate anymore. I don't have a problem with making people feel like they're on the bottom, but I didn't realize I was partly responsible for driving you to suicide. Suicide is something I just don't approve of," Brit explained.

"It could be said that you were greatly responsible for pushing me that far, but I'm in no way in the mood for trying to argue the point. I know I shouldn't expect that much kindness from you in the future, but I do thank you for trying to cheer me up that much," Jenny said.

"As for calling you Jenny for the first time in a year and a half, I'm finally convinced that you at least deserve that much respect. You did decide to continue risking your life for us even after all the horrible things we've done and said about you. When I say we, I mean the entire human race, not Tiff and I. Just don't let my brief moment of kindness to go to your head," Brit said.

"I understand perfectly. I expect no less from one of the Krust Cousins," Jenny said.

"Indeed," Brit said as she resumed drinking her tea.

A few moments later, a faint beeping noise was heard originating from inside Jenny's head.

"What kind of emergency is it this time?" Brad asked.

Jenny stood up and looked around in several directions.

"Are your sensors malfunctioning or something?" Tiff asked.

"I don't know. I can't pin point it…whatever it is," Jenny answered.

"Is it a bad guy? I hope not. We can't afford to deal with one right now," a nervous female student said.

"I said I don't know. I seriously don't think my sensors are malfunctioning. It doesn't seem to be alive, whatever it is. Wait here. I'll go check the sky. That's where the strongest concentration is coming from," Jenny said before she ran out of the cafeteria and took off into the air.

Jenny flew around in several directions for about eight minutes trying to locate the source of the disturbance when suddenly; her sensors stopped detecting it altogether.

"What? What the hell was that? Now it's gone, completely vanished. It didn't seem particularly dangerous. I think I should tell mom," Jenny thought to herself.

She activated her communicator and said "Mom. Mom. Are you there? Great; she must be shopping again."

Jenny returned to the cafeteria to explain what had happened to the very curious students and staff.

"So, did you find out what it was?" a teacher asked.

"No. I wish I could tell you what it was, but I can't. It was probably the most bizarre thing I've ever sensed before, but it didn't seem dangerous. My sensors might be malfunctioning. I tried to contact mom, but she's most likely not at home right now," Jenny explained with a still bewildered expression on her face.

"What is the closest thing to that that you've sensed in the past?" Jason asked.

Jenny wanted to say something horrible to him. For her, it was a "How dare you speak to me," type of moment, but she only thought it instead of saying it.

"The closest...the closest thing to it would have to be this other disturbance that I sensed four years ago. It had happened so far away from here, that by the time my sensors detected it, the energy waves had unraveled to the point where it was impossible for me or mom to figure out what is was," Jenny explained in a somewhat irritated tone.

"How far away from here exactly?" Brit asked.

"We were never able to tell exactly how far away, but our closest estimate was about four hundred thousand light years from here, believe it or not," Jenny explained.

"Four hundred thousand light years, huh? How far away is a light year again?" Brad asked.

"You should really pay more attention in class Bradley. I can't think of the exact number of miles, but a light year is when you travel at one hundred eighty six thousand two hundred eighty three miles per second for an entire year. Now multiply that by four hundred thousand and try to visualize that distance," Brit explained.

"That's really, really far away from here. I'm having a lot of trouble visualizing it," Brad said.

"Of course you are. Human brains aren't really wired to visualize that kind of distance. I didn't really expect you to successfully visualize it because I can't do it either. I'm sure Jenny already realizes this, but if the wave's maximum speed was the speed of light, then that means that it took four hundred thousand years to get all the way over here. So, when they studied it, it was like looking far into the past. Believe it or not, fashion isn't the only thing I'm interested in. Astronomy happens to be quite fascinating to me. I don't plan on making a career out of studying it though," Brit explained.

"Yeah, that was just the problem. Whatever happened, it happened too long ago for us to figure out what it was," Jenny said.

"That's pretty wild. Wait, how far away was this disturbance?" Brad asked.

"I'm still trying to figure that out. It's really confusing to say the least. Don't let it worry you too much. Whatever it was, it's completely gone now. I don't sense it at all. And, it could just be that my sensors are screwed up somehow," Jenny said.