So much goes into choosing one's name when one is a mechanical superhero. I spent 25 minutes just trying to decide if I was a hide-in-plain sight kind of hero, when Jennifer mentioned I was a mechanical riding bull with sequins, and that I couldn't fit in in even a West Hollywood Saloon. That's exactly where I think I'd fit in, but the point remains. California Chic is not my thing.
So what do my superpowers suggest my name should be? I can fly, natch. I'm really good at Jenga, ironically. I have a sixth sense, but not the ghost one, nor mind-reading. I have the sixth sense where I can tell what kind of kitchen floor you have. Jennifer has linoleum. She's getting it removed as soon as she can get Bobby to pay her the Child Support he owes her.
I guess Kitcho. But that doesn't really say anything about who I am as a person.
Oh! OOOOH! Ultron. It just kind of came to me in a blaze. That's a good name. And it's just like me. I mean, I'm totally an Ultron. Jennifer says I'm a Samantha, but what does she know? Her kitchen floors are linoleum and her kid is afraid of getting cooties from her. I'm surprised no else thought of using that name before, but it's good they didn't, because it's perfect for me.