https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/the-writing-trash-panda/tagged/HOLY%20MOLY%20PIXAL%20HAS%2015%20SIBILNGS

P.I.X.A.L. sat in the garage working on the mechs and having a video talk with Borg. Today was technically her birthday, but not wanting to cause the others to worry about making the day perfect she had only told Zane. She looked up at the screen to see that fifteen androids had joined the conversation. She felt a smile spread across her face as she watched the others excitedly wish her a happy birthday. The other P.I.X.A.Ls, aka her older siblings, had all gathered at Borg Tower to talk to her on her Birthday. No, the samurai had never told her friends about her siblings, but she didn't see why she had to.

The garage buzzed with birthday wishes and the warmth of virtual camaraderie as P.I.X.A.L shared a special moment with her android siblings, the ones who understood her in ways others couldn't.

"Hey Pix, I had a question about these blueprints and I was hoping you could help," Jay said as he walked in. When he looked up he let out an ear-piercing scream, "What the heck?! Borg, how many robots do you need?"

P.I.X.A.L chuckled, "Surprise, Jay! It's a family reunion of sorts. And don't worry, they're just joining in for my birthday celebration. Now, what's your question about the blueprints?"

"Woah, hold up. It's your birthday? I can't believe you've been part of the team for three years now and not once told us about your birthday," Jay said, tossing the blueprints aside and shaking P.I.X.A.L violently.

"Well, I told Zane," the samurai said as if that made things better.

Jay scoffed, letting go of P.I.X.A.L and pouting, "Of course you told Zane. Zane gets to know everything."

"Well he is my boyfriend," P.I.X.A.L said matter-of-factly, ignoring the teasing remarks from the other androids.

Jay crossed his arms, pretending to be offended. "I see how it is. Fine, happy birthday, Pix. Now, about these blueprints, do you think adding rocket boosters to my nunchucks is a good idea?"

"No! Why on earth would you do that," P.I.X.A.L shouted, her voice etched with concern and bewilderment.

Jay grinned mischievously, "Just imagine the look on the bad guys' faces when I spin into action with rocket-powered nunchucks!"
P.I.X.A.L sighed, "Sometimes, Jay, I worry about your ideas. Can you please talk to someone else about this, I was kind of in the middle of something." Looking at the screen that P.I.X.A.L gestured to Jay was reminded of the other androids.
"Oh right, your mass amount of siblings. So when were you going to tell us about them?" P.I.X.A.L sighed, shoving Jay out of the garage and closing the door.
As she sat back down the emotionless voice of Coffee Bot cut through the speakers, "You have some rather perplexing friends."
P.I.X.A.L chuckled, "Indeed, they are, but they're my friends, and I wouldn't have it any other way." She returned to her mechs, the virtual celebration still buzzing in the background as she resumed her work.
The garage echoed with the distant chatter of android siblings and the lingering warmth of birthday wishes as P.I.X.A.L immersed herself in her mechs, grateful for the unique bonds she shared with both humans and machines.