"You said something about automated doors. Is there some kind of computer system controlling it?" Kim asked.

"I don't know much about it, but I've heard a lot of things in the palace are computer controlled," Charri answered.

"So... do you know any computer hackers?"

"I don't know any I think are dumb enough to try something like this."

"Well then, do you know any who you don't think are dumb enough to try this?"

"...One."

---

"Hi there Charri. Nice to see you," said the young man opening the door. He appeared to be 17 or so, with green eyes and spiky, mussed up hair that immediately struck Kim as being somewhat familiar, although she couldn't quite figure out why. "Who's your friend?"

"This is Kim," Charri replied. "Kim, this is Victor."

"Do step inside," he invited them, stepping aside to let the two girls in. His apartment looked to be in a state of disrepair similar to the Stoppables'. However, in the far left corner of the room was a desk with a computer on top of it."So, how have things been?"

"Do you want the short version, or the long?" Charri asked dryly.

"Um... short."

"Very well. We've been doing decently and today Mikka reanimated a dead teenager."

"Wha..." Victor looked at Kim. "Are you..."

Kim nodded. "Hi."

Victor blinked a few times. "You had better not be kidding."

"I am not," said Charri.

"Okaaay, then." Victor took a few steps backward, sitting down on a couch. "So... any particular reason for this visit?"

"Well, Kim here has a revolution in mind. She needs someone with computer skills," replied Charri.

"Hmm... sounds cool. So, do you have a plan?"

"Um, well, not much of one yet..." Kim stammered. She hadn't expected him to agree that fast! Suddenly, she realized how Victor looked familiar...

"What's your last name?" Kim asked abruptly.

Slightly confused at thissudden change of subject, Victor answered, "Possible... why?"

"So's mine," Kim said. "We're related!"

"Oh." Victor blinked a few times. Then he pinched his left arm. "Ow. Guess I'm not dreaming."

"You kind of remind me of my twin brothers, Jim and Tim. You'd have to be descended from one of them, unless my parents had another baby after I... um, died."

"So, you'd be my great-great-great-great-bunch of other greats-aunt."

"Yeah..."

"This is definitely the weirdest day of my life. Well, I suppose we should get started."

"Get started on what?"

"Your revolution, of course. We're going to need a plan."

---

Meanwhile, in an underground chamber not too far away, a cyborg was awakening.

She sat up, and walked over to the lift door. She pressed the button to open the door, and stepped in.

It worked, of course. She'd had an automated system oil the components every so often during her sleep of a bit less than 500 years.

She lifted a hand in front of her face. This body certainly took getting used to; the only human part left was her brain. She looked somewhat like the Bebe robots Dr. Drakken had built so long ago. Of course, she had designed the body to look somewhat like she had when she had been human.

The lift reached the top and the doors slid open.

The cyborg's green eyes glowed as she stepped out into the world.