Dark Mistress
Written by fulwiz
Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.
Warning: This story contains sexual situations, mature themes, explicit violence, death and warped philosophy.
The story is KiAnGo. (And More) If you find this offensive, please don't read further.
Important Note: This story is the sequel to “The Middleton Pact - Redux.” If you don't read that first, you will be very confused.
CHAPTER 06: The Joy of Mad Science.
Drew Theodore Paul Lipsky lay in that fuzzy place halfway between sleep and waking. It was a zone of comfort. A moment of peacefulness. A place where thought was fluid and random. A gift made all the more precious due to it's rarity. To him, like most people, it was a thing of childhood. It was something given up to the ringing of alarm clocks, or the blaring of intruder alert sirens. He savored the moment, at peace with...
Amy's head bounced across the bloody floor...
NO! He didn't want to remember. A whimper escaped him as he wrenched his mind away, trying to recapture that peaceful moment, but it was gone. Desperately he tried to find some other thought, some distraction from that grotesque memory.
Voices. Like the barely heard ones from his youth. So much like his parents low tones as they busied themselves for the coming day. His mind latched onto the voices. They were something he could cling to. Something not that.
A small noise caused Anne to glance over at the blue skinned scientist. She was relieved to see he was still asleep. After what he'd been through, she wanted him to get as much rest as he could. Turning her head back to her daughter, she asked. “Where was I?”
Kim grinned. Her mom had been telling her about all the fun she'd had playing with Bonnie's unconscious body. “Bonnie woke up...”
Anne chuckled. “Right. Well when she woke up she was concerned that something had gone wrong. So I told her the reason she'd gone unconscious was due to the stress on her body from all the rapid changes. I reminded her that the last time the changes had taken place over a number of hours. She bought every word.”
Covering her mouth to keep herself from laughing too loudly, Kim said. “Mom you are just so bad. I can't wait to check out the surveillance video.”
Looking over at the medical areas large view screen. Anne saw Wade still talking with Dr. Bortel. “Do you think he'll be done soon?”
Kim looked over at the screen. “Pretty soon. Are you itching to get your hands on another test subject already?”
Anne nodded. “Yes I am. I don't think I'll get much use out of Fen. He was in pretty sad shape even before Viv and Barry started on him. I have to say, Viv sure knows how to hold a grudge.”
Remembering what she'd seen on the surveillance camera, Kim had to agree. “After the things he's pulled he deserved every bit of it.” She paused. On the video screen Wade was closing his laptop. “Hold on mom.” She went over to the screens controls and turned up the sound. “I think Wade is about done.”
Wade's voice floated out. “So what you're saying is the chip scans a complete map of the brain, then uses that as a template to override the real brain?”
Bortel nodded, his whole body bobbing in the air as he did so. “Exactly. When any part of the brain tries to refuse an order, the chip uses the template to suppress that section, giving the order precedence.”
Wade stood and tucked the laptop under his arm. “I see. It's something I'd never have thought of doing. Now about the chip's imperviousness to electromagnetic disruption, you really have no idea why that is?”
With a shake of his head, Bortel replied. “Not the slightest clue. I certainly didn't design that into it.”
Wade pulled out his PDA and pressed a button. “Alright then. I think we are all done here. I want to thank you for answering my questions so completely.”
Bortel smiled. “It was my pleasure. I rarely get the chance to discuss my work with someone who actually understands what I'm saying. I hope we have the chance to talk more in the future.”
A grin spread across Wade's face as the room's door opened. “Doctor, I'm afraid we won't have the chance.” Through the door Shego wheeled a small cart. “You seem to have forgotten your situation.”
Bortel paled as he looked at Shego's smiling face, then at the cart. It was laden with many and varied instruments rarely seen outside of an operating room, or a torture chamber. “But I told you everything! I don't understand.”
Shego smirked as Wade left the room. “Yeah about that. It was real nice of you doc, but you see there is still the matter of what the things you created have been used for. That's why I'm here, to address that little issue.” She picked up a scalpel. “Let's start with a few years ago, when your mind control chips were used on me and my Kimmie...”
Kim turned down the volume and hit the record button. She turned back to her mom with a wistful look on her face.
Anne smiled at her daughter. “Don't you want to go help her Honey?”
Kim shook her head. “No, I told her this one was all hers. Besides, I'm pretty sure Wade will be here any moment. He's gonna want to talk to me and Dr. Drakken as soon as he can about the stuff Bortel told him.”
Anne glanced at the screen where crimson flowed and the stout doctor's mouth widened into a silent scream. “I hope she doesn't get too carried away. I'm going to start disease testing tomorrow.”
Kim giggled as she took her mother in her arms. “Don't worry, she won't cut anything off you can't fix.”
The door opened and Wade entered. He rolled his eyes upon seeing Kim and Anne pressed close together. “Is there any place in this lair you guys haven't done it yet?”
Kim grinned as she fondled her mother's butt. “A few, but we'll get to them eventually.”
Wade let out a surprisingly deep laugh. He looked over to where Drakken still slept. “Not awake yet?”
Anne shook her head as she disentangled herself from her daughter's octopus like groping. “No. I'd really like for him to sleep as much as he can.”
Kim huffed a little at her mother's change of demeanor. She knew she was being selfish, but it seemed like these days she was always horny when she was around her wives. Work, she knew, needed to come before play. Taking a page from her mother's book, she composed herself. “So Wade, did you get all the information you needed from Bortel?”
Wade glanced over at the screen. “Yeah. You guys were watching?”
Kim nodded with a small grin. “A bit. The details were a little too technical for me though. Wanna fill us in, in small words, while we let Drakken rest some more?”
Taking a seat on the empty bed next to Drakken's, Wade opened his laptop. He began explaining how the mind control chip worked. He really didn't have to dumb it down any for Kim though. She might say she didn't understand much about super science, but he'd found over the years that she understood most of what he told her quite well. All he had to do was put it in the right context.
Now that he gave it some thought, he realized everyone in their group ranged from better than average to super genius in intelligence. There was something else he'd noticed too. The more everyone freed themselves from the constraints society put on them, the more rational their thought processes were. He tucked that thought away for later consideration and study. Foremost in his mind right now was the mystery of the mind control chips.
He turned the laptop around so Kim and Anne could see the diagram he'd worked up on the screen. “I've got a good general idea how it all works. The only thing Bortel couldn't explain was it's resistance to the EMP. All that's left to do is run actual physical tests.”
Kim crossed her arms over her breasts. “So what you're saying is the main thing we wanted to know is the only one we still don't. I'm starting to get brain pain about this. It just doesn't make sense. What do Lowardian technology, mind control chips and robotic horses have in common? What is it that makes them all immune?”
On the very edge of wakefulness, Kim's question swirled in Drakken's mind. The bits floated round and round, until finally they coalesced into a single bright point... The answer.
Drakken sat up in the bed. His eyes wide and shining with understanding. He let out a resounding yell. “Eureka!”
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Having given their condolences to the family, most of the mourners had already left the small church. Slim Possible watched as his daughter and a blonde girl with a sourpuss expression on her face helped a bandaged man in a wheelchair navigate the church's handicapped ramp. Right behind them was an almost as heavily bandaged Ron Stoppable, the man his daughter told him she was in love with.
Beside him stood his brother with the urn containing the ashes of their mother cradled in his arms. He'd only found out about her secret double life as a hero when he was informed of her death. There was more than just fatherly concern in his heart as he thought of his daughter following in her steps. He was surrounded by proof the life of a hero was a dangerous one. The last thing he wanted was for his little girl to end up like her Nana.
It surprised him that his brother was taking things so well. But then, James didn't know some of the things he did. He didn't know if it were a good or bad thing. Hopefully he'd find out before he had to return to the ranch. “Now Squirt, is y'all sure ya don't mind me bunkin' over at yer place?”
James gave his brother a small smile. He couldn't deny his brother. Kim would understand it. He had to keep up the charade they'd all taken such pains to maintain. “I don't mind at all. It will be good to have family around for a while.”
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Burn Burman watched as another truck rolled into the warehouse. This made seven deliveries in the past 24 hours. Will had made a good call about putting Hench under surveillance. In the past Team Impossible hadn't considered Hench to be a link to finding villains. In fact, before they'd signed up with Global Justice as a sponsor, they'd purchased much of their gear from him. He and Crash both agreed with Will. Times were changing and they needed to change the way they did things to keep up. Tonight they would infiltrate the warehouse and find out what Hench was delivering. If they were lucky they might even catch whatever villain it was being delivered to.
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The driver pulled the truck to a stop just inside the warehouse doors. He and the man in the passenger seat were dressed in the traditional uniform of a professional Henchman. The Henchman got out of the truck and went to the warehouse door. He pretended not to notice the hero watching him from an unmarked van parked across the street. Once the door was completely closed and he was safe from prying eyes, he pulled off his hood and visor.
Jack Hench smoothed down a bad case of hood hair while he leaned against the door and watched as the other man began unloading the truck. Normally he didn't go in for the whole cloak and dagger routine, but when one of his men told him their deliveries to the Possibles were being spied on, he just had to check it out for himself. Jack was a cautious man, even more so since his most recent brush with the law. He was also an opportunist. This turn of events had the making of a very good opportunity. All he had to do was figure out the perfect way to exploit it.
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Drakken jumped out of the bed. He looked at the three other people in the room. “Well? Don't just stand there! Quickly! We must hurry! There may still be a chance!”
Kim, Wade, and Anne stood stunned at the blue man's sudden and confusing activity. They watched him run toward the door.
As he passed through the door, Drakken yelled. “TO THE LABORATORY!”
Just as they turned to follow, the door opened up again. With a sheepish look on his face, Drakken poked his head inside. “Could one of you tell me... Umm... Which way is the lab?”
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Ricardo Senior smiled up at the his lover, as she rode his manhood with wild abandon. She looked much the same as she did before her visit to the doctor. Gone were the whiskers and fangs. Her eyes were returned to their normal size, but still slitted. Most of the other changes, like the ears and tail DNAmy imposed on her, she'd decided to keep. He knew she also kept some of the internal changes, which she had been more than happy to demonstrate for him. Now the only real differences were the two large ones in his hands.
He squeezed and rubbed Bonita's breasts. They were easily half again larger than before. If he'd ever had any doubt of her love for him, it was dispelled. That she would do this to satisfy his love of large mammaries was such a wonderful gesture. As he pumped himself harder into her, he made mental note to thank Dr. Anne Possible too. Perhaps, he thought, she might also be willing to help him do something nice for his Bonita.
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Betty Director sat in her office at Global Justice headquarters. She and Candida worked out a on-call schedule so that one of them would be on earth if they were needed by GJ outside of regular hours. Today was her lucky day, as apparently something important had indeed come up. An agent stepped into her office and handed her an encoded readout. She scanned the page. Stopped and started over, this time reading slower.
Her face purpled. “Is she insane!?”
The agent tried not to run away in fear. “I don't know commander. I have to assume she is, at the very least, not cognizant of the danger.”
Betty tried to calm herself. She knew Kim wasn't going to be happy about this. Before she could inform her mistress though, she had to take appropriate action. “Take a full squad and start looking for her. Begin at the coordinates this message was sent from. If you find her before she reaches her destination, don't let her continue. If not, do a complete reconnaissance, report to me, and stand ready for further instructions.”
The agent saluted. “Yes Commander.”
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In Wade's private lab, Drakken shook his head as he worked on the partially disassembled head of the Cee-Cee Kim brought back from Area 51. It was very delicate work, especially since he was taking great pains to not dislodge the chip embedded in it's forehead. “No, no, no! Not the brain, the MIND! That's the answer. Call it what you will, essence, spirit, or soul. That is what makes the difference.”
Wade handed him a micro-wrench. “Let me get this straight. You're saying that any machine that has reached a point where it becomes truly sentient can resist effects like the EMP?”
Drakken continued repairing the robot's damaged interface port. “Exactly! Surely you've heard the phrase, 'Mind over matter,' haven't you? Well this is the same thing, only it's energy that the mind has dominion over. That the mind is artificial doesn't matter.”
Kim scowled at the scientist. “Then, because the mind control chip makes a copy of the brain patterns of a human, it qualifies as sentient?”
Drakken nodded. “Yes, yes. The same with your cousin's robotic horse, it must be at just high enough level of sentience. Ditto for the nano-machines of the Lowardians.”
Wade grumbled. “I knew the Lowardian nanotechnology was more advanced than mine, but it's hard to believe it's sentient.”
Glancing up at the younger genius, Drakken smirked. “It's the only explanation that fits all the parameters.”
Anne stepped closer to the lab table. “One thing puzzles me. According to the information Betty got from Dr. Freeman, these Cee-Cee robots were already sentient. If that's the case, why did this one think it needed the mind control chip to protect it?”
Drakken made one final adjustment and began closing up the robotic head. “The answer to that is simple dear lady. She didn't know what the factor was that caused the protection. She only knew it worked. Freeman may be gullible, but he does know his artificial intelligences. I'd hazard a guess most of his creations would survive such an attack also.”
Kim was still far from satisfied with Drakken's explanation. Especially in light of what he was attempting to do. “What about the Bee-Bees you made at Area 51? They succumbed to the EMP right away.”
While attaching a cable from the lab's mainframe computer to the Cee-Cee's port, Drakken said. “You can thank that asshole General Simms for that. He was very specific when he told me to create more robots just like the ones I originally made. Now I'm sure you remember my first Bee-Bees? They were intelligent, but nowhere near sentient. I mean, anything that thinks it's perfect can't be that intelligent, now can it? That's why they went down.”
As he was reaching for the computer's keyboard, Kim placed a hand over his. “Stop a second Doctor. Before you go on, I want your complete assurance this will work.”
Drakken's shoulders slumped. He turned to her with a tear in his eye. “Please Kimberly. Time is of the essence! This may be the only chance there is.” He grabbed her shoulders. “Look, if it doesn't work then you can destroy it and be done with it forever. All I'm asking for is this one thing. I promise that later I'll explain everything to your complete satisfaction. Hell, I'll even explain how the energy based nanotechnology you and Shego carry survived the attack. Please, I'm begging you, let me do this!”
Kim stepped back. She wasn't sure she understood everything he'd said. What she did understand was his sincerity. If he was right, there really wasn't much time before the robots internal standby power was depleted. She reached out with the dark magic and felt toward him. It confirmed what she'd already guessed. He wasn't trying to deceive her. “OK. Do it.”
Anne and Kim stood back and watched as Drakken instructed Wade on the steps needed. Together the two played dueling keyboards, deleting and re-inputting programming. Almost ten minutes later, Drakken announced everything was ready. He took a deep breath and hit the any key.
A low, almost imperceptible, hum came from the robotic head. The artificial skin around it's mouth twitched. Slowly it's eyes opened. The visual sensors swiveled around for a moment before locking in on Drakken's face.
He bent close and asked. “Can you hear me?”
The robot grinned. “Don't be such a silly. Of course I can hear you, Honey-Bunny.”
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