I apologize for taking so long to update. Family in town for the Holidays, and work over the last few days has kept me busy. So here's my update. Let me know what y'all think…

The ever-present Disclaimer: I did not create the characters portrayed in this work of fiction…

Chapter 2

Ron arrived at the Possible's front door just as Wade set up a jamming signal from an orbiting military satellite. No signal could be sent in or out of the house. He immediately noticed that both of the doctor's vehicles are gone, so he knew that Kim's parents weren't home. He just hoped that the Tweebs weren't in the house either when that Kim-Bebe-thing arrived.

He slowly approached the badly damaged front door, as it looked like it was barely hanging off of one hinge. Ron gave it a slight push. The remaining hinge squeaked loudly, and suddenly gave way, causing the door to crash loudly to the floor. Well, so much for sneaking in.

Even though the door had crashed to the floor, Ron still walked quietly into the house, with his senses on full alert. He could hear something going on up in Kim's room.

Ron quietly tip-toed to the bottom of the stairs, and tried to see what was going on. There was a lot of banging, and thumping, and every once in a while, some object would go flying across the entrance, causing him to involuntarily duck each time.

What is this thing looking for? Ron thought.

Should I try calling the Lotus Blade? I'm still not very good with it. At the very least, I could use it as a threat. Wait! What am I thinking? Threaten a robot? I don't think that would work very well…

Deciding against the sword, Ron quietly started up the stairs to Kim's bedroom, not sure what he would find. The last few steps he crawled, and was able to look over the edge while it's back was turned as it was throwing clothes out of the closet. It was obviously looking for something.

The Kim-Bebe must have sensed him somehow, because suddenly it stood up straight, and whirled around. Ron ducked before it was able to spin around completely.

Ron lay on the steps just below the landing, hoping that it had not seen him. (Now I'm sure you all know Ron's luck) Suddenly a hand with a death-like grip grabbed the collar of his shirt and hoisted Ron up to eye-level.

This thing looks sooo much like Kim! If that torn piece of skin on her face exposing the metal underneath weren't there, I would still think this was her!

Plus the voice was definitely NOT Kim. It had a bad stutter, and it sounded like an old voice interface. "Wh… wh… wh… wherrrrre is… is… is… it it it it?" Ron didn't say a word.

The Kim-Bebe then just looked at Ron with disdain, and decided he wasn't going to answer. It threw him off to the side, and Ron landed in a heap of Kim's underwear. He was mortified!

Quickly Ron extricated himself from the pile of lacy pink, white, and lavender silkiness. His eye landed on a small g-string, and absently wondered if Kim had ever worn that on any of their dates.

Suddenly Wade's voice came over the Kimmunicator that was in Ron's pocket, shaking him out of his slightly less than pure thoughts. "Ron! I can't hold the jamming signal! It's been trying to communicate with something else, and I can't keep it up much longer! You have to take it out NOW! If you can, disconnect the head from the body! That will shut it down completely!"

Ron watched the Kim-Bebe for a little bit. Apparently it thought he wasn't a threat, as it began looking for whatever it was looking for before.

Ron kept saying these words over and over in his head. "It's not Kim. It's not Kim. It's just a machine."

He silently crept up behind the robot with red hair. As it stood holding a box in front of it's face, and pulling out the contents, Ron tapped it's shoulder. It turned around jerkily. The Kim-bot stood there looking at Ron with sort of a perplexed look on it's face.

It's not Kim, it's not Kim, it's not Kim!

Closing his eyes, and balling his right hand into a fist, Ron swung with all his might at the jaw of a robot that looked just like his girlfriend! Since his eyes were closed, Ron didn't notice that his fist had begun to take on a light blue tinge right before it connected with the jaw.

Huh… it didn't hurt as bad as I thought it would. Ron opened his eyes, and he was looking at the back of its head! The strike had caused the neck to snap, and the head to twist completely around. It was most definitely disconnected from the body.

The machine fell with a thump away from Ron, stiff as a board. Then Ron heard a voice behind him that he so did not want to hear.

Ronald!" It was Kim's mom! "Wh… what have you… DONE?" She promptly fainted on the steps, and with a burst of speed, Ron caught her before she fell.

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Somewhere in South America, inside an old abandoned air-strip bunker, a red-headed teenager was securely strapped to an old dusty stainless steel table.

Attached to her left arm, powered by her own nervous system, was a miniature version of the military's secret ion-cannon. The hand was completely sealed inside the unit, where small movements of the fingers would control the deadly weapon.

Her legs and right arm have been augmented by motor neuron accelerators, which increase both speed and strength immensely.

A skull attachment covers the left side of her face, which augments the visual acuity in the left eye. It wraps around the back of the head, covering both ears, increasing hearing by a factor of 5. The head unit also contains the neuronic inhibitors, which will allow other programming to be added to the host's brain. It could also take full control of the body, if it was needed.

Kim Possible had just come to from being in a drug-induced stupor. Looking at herself as she was strapped to the table, Kim took in all the… changes… that had been done to her. A small tear fell from her one uncovered green eye.

No power had been turned on in the room except for light, and she could tell that none of the "enhancements" were active either. She had a good idea what was about to happen, as a rather large timer was attached to the ceiling. It read 10 seconds, but it just sat there, like it was waiting to be turned on.

A thought entered into the back of her mind what might happen at the end of the countdown after it started.

Without warning, Kim heard generators start up, and she could smell the ionization from charged electrodes. After the crescendo of the generators reached their peak, the timer started to count backwards.

She struggled mightily against the bands that held her down, but they wouldn't budge! At 3 seconds, Kim could do nothing but scream!

3… 2…1

Silence. She struggles no more. With a large glowing LED over her left eye, the straps suddenly released so she could sit up.

She was no longer Kimberly Ann Possible. Now connected to the hive mind, she was now referred to as… Kim-Be.

To be continued…