Chapter 2. Land of Confusion.

- Wait, Shego, let me get this straight. Had my scheme actually succeeded?
- Technically, yes. Although I suppose you were going to be in the infusion chamber personally.
- Why, yes, but... KIM POSSIBLE! You think you`re all that, but you`re NOT! You hear!
- I don`t think she does, Dr. D. You can always call her house and tell her, however, if you feel so inclined.
- Why, that`s a brilliant idea, I... I... Wait. Uh... Let`s start over, please. I`m so confused.
- If you say so.

Shego sat confortably on the recliner with a cup of coffee in hand. She supposed that situation had called for feelings of surprise, incredulosity, flabbergastment and maybe even jubilation, given that Dr. Drakken`s scheme had actually worked in a way he intended to, for once. Well, almost in a way, she reminded herself, as scheming doctor had intended to be the one to reap the results. Well, as far as things went, she could not complain. Maybe that would be the best gift Drakken had ever given her throughout the whole duration of their cooperative work.

- So... Are you saying, that despite the interference of Possible, Buffoon and that rat thing, I had actually managed to upload the entirety of Echelon four into your brain?
- That much is correct. Although, once again, I have to remind you that you were wrong in assumption that ICBM launch codes are present somewhere within databases. Additionally, you had grossly underestimated the capacity of biological brain.
- Give me a break here, Shego. Noone ever attempted to measure information capacity limits for human brain. Current consensus seems to be leaning towards assuming it`s infinite in regards to amount of information we`re capable of perceiving throughout our lifetime. I`ve been acting on my best approximation I could get from published works. And before you say that, NO, I could not do statistic analysis to check, since I had no database on everything and anything on the tips of my fingers back then. It was only reasonable to err in safe side.
- Indeed.
- I really... what?
- Indeed, I said. Your reasons are more or less correct, the fact of gratuitious hand-flinging on your part nonwithstanding.
- I... er... What?
- You fling your arms around when you are agitated. Which, I have to say, is pretty much anytime you attempt to explain anything. Up to, and including the proper ways to eat a sandwich.
- ...Sorry.
- I`m just observing the fact. Drink your CocoMoo. You tend to make small mistakes when you`re agitated. Which agitates you even more. As you can imagine, your consequent mistakes and agitation snowball from there on.
- Sorry. Heh. Heheheh. Heh. Heh.

Drakken finally stopped his pacing, only to grab the mug of CocoMoo and down a big gulp. Surprisingly, it did help to calm him down a little. He still kept giggling around the mug, however, as he peered on Shego with eyes full of almost childish enthusiasm. His scheme. Working at last. Not like he intended, not on whom he intended, but it DID WORKED! And he had a result. That alone was worth all the expense and labor.

- Is there anything amusing about conversation?
- Heh. Heheheh. No, I guess not. I just can`t get around the fact you talk like councellor now.
- A lot of irritation comes from not understanding. As you can guess, having capacity to understand anything known to humanity does tend to bring a lot of peace and mirth into a person`s mind. Wouldn`t quite call it nirvana, but it`s pretty close, I suppose.
- I.. I`m envious. And... Uh. I`m sorry, for what`s it worth. Now when I think of it, it sounds like utterly insane plan.
- You do realise that if it did not worked, this admission would cause you a lot of bodily harm?
- Uh... Um... Gah! I.. I`m sorry!
- Drink your CocoMoo.
- Sorry.

Dr. Drakken grabbed his mug of CocoMoo again, and downed it abruptly, his fingers shaking. It did not sunk in just WHAT did he do until now. And now when it did, he was scared. His plan actually worked, and... And by the spirit of Einstein, he was terrified of what he created. Thanks to his meddling, Shego had became as close to omniscient as concievably possible. He suddenly felt like Herostrat. Greek man had burned down the temple to become famous. Blue man was about to become famous as the man who created first practical goddess... Through the convoluted series of criminal blunders. Irony of the situation had given him a raging hard-on he had concealed by pacing strictly behind the table. Never before he had blundered with something as dangerous, and it was making him dizzy with emotional high.

- Although it is entertaining to watch your battle with emotions, I believe you`re due for bath, Dr. D. Try to keep your wig on - last thing you need is flipping out right now.
- Yes. Yes... You are right. Gosh, this is unsettling. You could never be wrong now, can you?
- Not in the conventional sense of word, no. Nothing bars me from intentionally lying, however. So I still would think over what you hear from me, if I were you.
- Heh. Heheh. Right. Of course. Heheheheh. Well, bath now. Heheheh.

With the last nervous chuckle trailing behind him, Drakken headed out, gingerly closing the door behind him. As soon as the door clicked into the place, rapid staccatto of steps told Shego that blue scientist had lost his nerve and run off like a bat out of hell. That much did not bother her, however. Given that Drakken somehow managed to survive till mid-thirties relatively intact, she was content to leave him be. Actually, given her newfound knowledge, she had a bit more faith in Drakken`s survival skills. If he could last that long while coping with his undisputably unconventional mental issues, he could definitely deal with her newfound insight. Within reasonable, of course.

She peeked into her mug. Coffee. A complex mix of water, caffeine, sucrose, tanine, several acids and alcaloids, proteins, lipides, carbohydrates, ether oils and other less pronounced chemicals. There was so much more to simple cup of coffee now. So much more to everything. She supposed that situation had called for an epiphany. Preferably somewhere in the park. Something in the venue of "World is beautiful and I`m happy to be a part of it." She had even dedicated about three seconds towards modeling whole situation, after which her curiosity had been satisfied.

- Enough of self-aggrandisement.

With that, Shego left the room. To refill her cup of coffee and come back in. She had a lot of information processing to do. Initially, her mind had settled on the concept of thinking, but she had discarded the idea as rough. What she was doing was definitely not thinking. She did not extrapolate any new facts as much as sorted out what she already had in mind. It took her about four cups of coffee over three hours to finally settle the disorder in her head into some kind of sequence. Much to her amusement, she realised that Drakken, although long done with his anxiety attack and bath, had given her wide berth on simple grounds that she were thinking. That did not stop him from writing down a list of facts he wanted her to check through.

Drakken paced from corner to corner of his laboratory. Now everything rode on Shego. He felt pretty helpless, knowing that everything in his further plans depended on his sidekick. He made mental note not to think of her as of a sidekick from now on, given she could easily deduce his thoughts now. But then again, if he is right, and those facts DO align exactly as he had thought, then... Then he was about to achieve his triumph.

Brief knock interrupted his nervous pacing. He glanced up and invited whoever knocked to come in. His hoarse tone made it obvious he knew who`s been knocking to be Shego. She stepped into his laboratory, and closed the door behind herself. Blue scientist had looked up on her, hope and expectation written all over his face.

- Yes.
- ...Yes?
- Yes. You definitely have some interesting mental issues, Dr. D.
- Oh.
- There`s hardly any other explanation as to how did you manage to think up this insanity and be right about it.
- ...OH?
- According to what I have, odds are about nine hundred thirty seven promille in your favor.
- ...YES!

Drakken pumped his fist, and did impromptu victory dance around his laboratory table, his nervousness forgotten for a brief minute or two. Then he stopped and peeked at Shego self-consciously. Much to his surprise, she just shrugged dismissively and offered him to carry on. Which he did for whopping three seconds until his brains finally kicked in and told him that he should look sheepish. Which, again, he did.

- And what about the code?
- As I`ve told you before, I`m not in possession of bona fide codes. However, heuristic analysis of White House communications throughout the last decade suggests that sequence "" is a good choice to try.
- Alpha. Six. Two. Zero. Echo. Nine. Eight. Echo. Echo. Four. Echo. Eight. Four. Three. Zero. Echo. Three. Nine. Foxtrot. Delta. Eight. One. Zero. Two. Bravo. Five. Alpha. Foxtrot. One. Nine. Delta. Two.
- Correct.
- ...Come on... Cooome On... COME ON... YESS! I`m in. I`m IN!
- And...?
- ...Yes.
- I`ll be at the observation gallery. Given what you`re about to do, that would be very amusing to watch.
- Wait for me!
- For what exactly reason? After all, it`s you who will be launching that ICBM. If anyone could wait for you, it would be you yourself.
- Oh... Right. Duh. Alright, then don`t wait for me. I`ll be up there as soon as I`ll settle things here!
- Right-o.

Mad scientist looked a bit preoccupied as of the moment, his movement only a bit less then frenzied as he run around the laboratory double, triple and quadruplechecking anything and everything to make sure his grandest plan yet will not go unnoticed. Shego chuckled, and walked out, closing the door behind her. She had about enough time to make one more cup of coffee, and raid her room for sunglasses and cigarettes. Given the show about to start, she wouldn`t want to miss it for world... But it did not meant that she could not make herself as comfortable as she wanted to watch it.