John Stoppable IV: Brains and Brawn

[azzie]

[glow=blue,2,300]At long last, I've finished my newest FF. It's only 17 pages long, but I hope you like it. Here are the originals if you haven't seen them. John Stoppable, John Stoppable II: X Revenge, John Stoppable III: Winter OT

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John Stoppable IV: Brains and Brawn[/glow]

John Stoppable IV: Brains and Brawn
Chapter one: Come February

It was a cool February morning and the snow was sparse on the ground as the Spring sun was sobering the biting winter. A 16-year old boy stepped off his motorcycle and unzipped his riding suit to reveal a tuxedo. He pulled off his helmet and ran his fingers through his silky auburn hair. He then turned about to help his girlfriend off the back seat. He took a black leather jacket off of her and she smoothed out the sapphire blue dress she was wearing, which matched her eyes. When she removed her helmet she whipped her brown mane back and took out a small mirror, which she used to fix her hair up. With a little aid from her boyfriend she fixed her hair into a bun. She straightened his tie and they walked together to the front of the church they were parked in front of.

"Friends of the bride, or of the groom?" A man asked at the front of the altar. "Friends of the groom," the boy asked as he took out their invitations. "Ah, Mr. Stoppable and Ms. Destructible, a pleasure to meet you," the man said. John and Lynn walked down and took their seats. They looked around the large chamber and at the end stood an average height man with an oddly blue complexion. His eyes were sunken and were ringed with black. A crescent moon scar was emblazoned upon his left cheek. His long black hair was drawn back into a ponytail. He wore a black tuxedo with a blue shirt. He was having a talk with a man in his 60s. The tuxedo he wore fit him pretty snug and he wore his blonde, grizzled hair in a mullet. "Awkweird, and ironic. We bust Spartacus, and his dad is the best man at the wedding we've been invited to," John Whispered to Lynn. She nodded and looked about once again. She was busy fiddling with a ring on her finger. It was the commitment ring that John had given her on Christmas eve, which she wore on a chain around her neck when she didn't have it on her finger.

After the seats were filled the organ player started playing the familiar music. Th doors opened and down the aisle came a lady with pale green skin, emerald eyes and slick, waist long hair, black and glossy as raven feathers. She wore a long pearl-white dress, a veil drawn over her face. A tall, muscular man, also with black hair, and glasses was escorting her to the end of the aisle. When they came to the end of the altar the dusty, ancient looking cleric straightened his bottle lens glasses and cleared his throat. "Gathered friends and family, we are here to witness the union of this fine pair. can any among us give reason that these two not be wed?" No one objected. "Then do you Drew Theodore P. Lipsky take this lovely lady to be your lawfully wedded wife, to honor and cherish, through good times and bad, for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health for as long as you both shall live?" "I do," Drew answered. "And do you Shego take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to honor and cherish, through good times and bad, for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health for as long as you both shall live?" "Only if he agrees 'No more cloning'." Shego said. Drakken stood there and nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "Alright, not that I've been doing any lately." "Okay, I do," Shego replied. "Now, the rings," the cleric said. shego held one in her hand and Drakken fumbled about in his coat. "You lost it?" Shego asked flabbergasted. "it has to be in here some... Ah ha! Here it is," Drakken said as he finally produced a wedding band that matched the one Shego held. they slid the rings onto one another's fingers. "I now pronounce you man and wife," the cleric finished.

John and Lynn were standing with his parents, who were catering at the reception. "Funny, I was thinking that all of Drakken and Shego's friends would be mafia related or criminal-esque," John whispered when he got a good look at the other guests. "I guess you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover, huh Stoppable?" Shego said as she strolled up behind him. "Oh, um, hello Shego. I didn't notice you there," John said nervously. "Yes, Drew once told me that ninjas make more noise than I do," she responded. "So, how's life been treating you Princess?' she asked Kim, who was standing at the food tabl, serving the guests. "Well enough Shego. I'm sure you know enough about my family," Kim replied to her old foe. "Yes, I believe you also have a daughter, who apparently couldn't make it here today." "Dawn is at a friend's house. What about you Shego, are you and drakken planning to start a family soon?" "Of course, we've decided we want to name our first daughter Alicia."

"And now, it's time for the bride to throw the bouquet," someone announced on the microphone a few minutes later. Shego took the bunch of white roses and raised them into the air, her back facing the crowd of bachelorettes standing there to cath it. John was talking to Lynn behind the crowd of ladies. Shego tossed the bouquet over her head and it flew through the air. A few of the women jumped up to try and catch it, but it kept on flying and hit John square in the forehead. One of the ladies who was standing nearest to him caught it and held it high in the air. Shego walked up to him and told him, "Nice save." "Thanks," John answered blankly.Just then he felt his pant leg vibrate. "One moment," he said as he reached into it and pulled out the Johnunicator. "Duty calls, Justin?" John asked. "Dementor's escaped from prison and is working on some strange machine in his lair," Justin said. "We're on the way," John said. "Time to go?" Lynn asked. "Sadly, yes. Dementor's got gears turning in his head and in his lab," John answered. "shame, they were starting a slow dance for all the young couples," She said. They quickly said good-bye to everyone and headed out.

John crept along a marble hallway in a gray shirt and boots with black cargos and gloves. Lynn followed in her black and pearl gear. They tiptoed to the end of the hall and came upon a laboratory where a stout, Nacospeak man in a burgandy Jacket and black britches, boots, wristbands ans mask. He was working on some machine in the center of his lab. "It looks like an automaton," John commented. "A what?" Lynn asked. "A robot, he's making an artificial intelligence," John explained. "We should stop him before he can finish," Lynn said. They crept in closer and snuck right up behind him. "So, Dementor, What's the robot for? No good, I'm guessing," John remarked. "John Stoppable, You're too late, I've nearly finished my masterpiece. This automaton will have the power to drain the world of its most valuable resources," Dementor said. "Sorry, can't let that happen," John said as he lunged into Dementor's path toward the robot. The professor had a metal chip in his hands and was trying to find a way around John to finish the robot. Lynn ran across the ground and then slid on her back under Dementor's hands, kicking the chip out of his hands. It flew through the air and landed into a vat of blue goop. "No, my control!" Dementor shouted as he watched the chip melt in the vat. John and Lynn seized him and put cuffs on his wrists. "That was easy," Lynn said to John. "Maybe a little too easy," he remarked in an uncertain voice.

Lynn walked down the aisles of the Brad and Norwell bookstore she and John were working at. John was working the cash register and Lynn was placing the merchandise on the shelves. She mounted another book on it shelf and then walked over to John. "Slow day, I've only seen five people in the music section today, and that's usually full." "That's cool, we get to spend a little bit more time together," he said with a grin. Lynn tapped him on the tip of his nose and said, "Not now though, I have to finish up with these books." She went back to the cart of books and brought it around the rest of the store.

John and Lynn punched out at four O'clock and headed over to his house. They were studying for their semester finals. "Wow john, you got through the biology questions I made for you in half the time I finished mine. How's that?" "Did you know that every person in the world has an ear that's longer than the other by about 1/8 of an inch? Study shows that if your left ear is longer then your interests and skills go more towards math and science, while the right would cause them to lean toward's the arts." "Then I'm definitely a right-ear," Lynn responded. "And right now that right ear is looking pretty tasty," John said as he glomped Lynn and bit her ear playfully. She went into a fit of giggles as she tried to push him away. They suddenly stopped as they saw Dawn standing there, shaking her head. "This is a little too weird," Dawn said to her brother as she raised an eyebrow. John and Lynn looked at each other, John shrugged, and they sat down and got back to work. "Are we weird?' John asked. "Just a little, but who said that's a bad thing?" Lynn said.

After their homework John and Lynn were just sitting around. Lynn looked about and saw a green book on the coffee table. "Animology?" she asked in mild disbelief. "I was curious. This was a fad when our parents were our age and it's been reintroduced recently. I wanted to see what all the rage was about. I was curious, like all purple cats," John answered. She looked at the book and read

Purple cat:
You are a shy, intelligent goal-setter. Witty, resourceful, curious. You aren't very social and think yourself to lack romantic appeal, but you always have a special someone to turn to.

"I took the test too, I'm a yellow rabbit," lynn said as she turned to her page and showed him.

Yellow Rabbit:
You are humorous, yet serene. caring, defensive prestigious. You can be very uncertain about how you portray yourself in appearance and personality.

*See last three pages for animology pairings

John and Lynn went to the back of the book and searched the list. "Yay, soul mates," Lynn said when she saw their signs paired on the list. "Now I have the perfect pet name for you, Kipper-Kat!" Lynn said to John. "Kipper-Kat?" John asked. "Yeah, haven't you noticed that when you're reading aloud or quoting you sound like you have a British accent, and how you like fish and chips?" she asked. "I guess so," John said. "Well, kipper is a British slang term for a fish that's been cleaned, then either smoked or salted. So 'Kipper-Kat," She said. "Alright, works for me. Oh, did you know that this isn't the original version of the book? They had to go back and fix a misprint that got several people into failed relationships. See, the original printing had blue fox and yellow trout as soul mates, but it should have been pink sloth. And yellow trut is compatible with the red otter," John explained.

"Really, that was a misprint?" Ron asked as he walked into the den. "Yeah dad, the publishers had to apologize to tons of people, including the creators of animology." "Who are they?" "Bob someone, Mark what's his face and Chris something, I forgot their last names." Ron nodded to this and walked over to the entryway of the kitchen. "Hey honey, you remember animology?" "Yeah, what about it?" Kim asked. "John just informed me that the books that we were reading from had a misprint. Blue fox isn't really compatible with the yellow trout... it's the pink sloth," Ron finished. "Seriously?'Kim asked as she walked into the den with them. "Yep, see for yourself mom," John said as he handed her the book. She looked at the back listings and grimaced. "So you and I got worked up about Señor Senior Jr. being a yellow trout for nothing," Kim said to Ron. "I never was a big fan of animology as the others were then," Ron commented. "Until you found out that Amelia was a Red otter, which was then listed as being pink sloth's soul mate," Kim said with a smirk. "Hey, don't get me started on Josh Mankey," Ron said.

"Speaking of old classmates, Bonnie Rockwaller had lunch at the restaurant today... with Kevin Gooberman. She said it was strictly business though," kim added to change the subject. "Yeah, sure. He's a computer game programmer, what business would a fashion designer have with him?" Ron asked. "Costume design for the characters in the game, maybe," John suggested.

[glow=blue,2,300]Chapter 2 coming soon. [/glow]

[Winterfrost]

I took me a while to understand the identity of the characters, but I understood in the end.
It will be A LOT better if you can paragraph out the story a bit more, sepecially when there are dialogues.
Overall, a good story.

BTW: 6th paragraph, 3rd sentence from the top: Nacospeak man? 'Nacospeak' Don't you just love the filter?

[azzie]

[glow=blue,2,300]Yeah, I usually include The prequels at the top, so that people know there are others they can use for reference.[/glow]

[aliciamartin]

wow been waiting for this buddy great job can't wait for the next chapter Drakken and Shego are now married yahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ;D

[azzie]

Chapter two: Technology

John and Lynn were at lunch at school and suddenly the Johnunicator went off. "Another mission already?" Lynn sighed. "Go Justin, what's new?" John asked. "Not what's new, what's old. You know Professor Dementor?" "Yeah, we took care of him. What does G.J have on the robot?" John responded. "That's the problem, they don't even have the robot to analyze. When they got there it wasn't in the lab, on in the lair for that matter. We have a B.O.B on the loose." justin explained. "B.O.B?" Lynn asked. "Brains On Board, another term for an artificial intelligence capable of self-awarness and deductive reasoning," Justin answered. "Well, if it becomes hostile, we still have that virus we designed," John said.

After school John and Lynn were riding down and saw dozens of people running out of the coffee-house. They stopped and went to investigate. inside they saw a Barista cowering away from an eight-foot tall robot. The automaton walked over to the phone jacks on the wall. It pulled a phone line out of its claw and plugged it into the wall jack. it turned about and they saw it's metal face. It was defingitely the robot they left behind; it even had the model name John caught a glimpse of on the way out (Codex). It's eyes blinked off then back on in a vibrant red. John held out the Johnunicator toward the robot and scanned it. "What's the tech scan say Justin?" "Odd, it doesn't seem to have any offensive weaponry in it's design, but it has claws used for delicate, close-up work and is equipped with a heavy chassis. It has three hard drives, but low virtual memory. Oh, and the operating system is established as a male figure, so I'm guessing we're talking about him instead of it," Justin said. "Okay, let me walk over and say hi," john said as he cleared his throat and walked toward the Robot.

"Greetings, my name is John Stoppable, and your actions are causing citywide panic. I'd like to discuss with you terms of surrender," John said to the robot. "Greetings, my name is John Stoppable, and your actions are causing citywide panic. I'd like to discuss with you terms of surrender," The robot repeated. "Are you mocking me?" John asked. "Are you mocking me? Linguistics sca confirmed. Subject 862 is speaking in modern dialect of English, a launguage established by the Germanic people known as the Anglo-saxons, derived from Greek and Latin. 862 is Named Johnathan Stoppable, is male nearing breeding maturity. Descent is generally Caucaisian; and consists of 3% french, 4% Norwegian, 4% Belgian, 5% Irish, 6% Danish, 10% Italian, 10% Nacospeak, 23% Ukrainian and 35% welsh. Prominent physical features include auburn hair, brown eyes, ocular impairment, stands a height of 5' 10", and weighs in at 153 lbs," the robot answered.

"Lovely, I'm Lynn Destructible, now why are you here?" Lynn asked. "Lovely, I'm Lynn Destructible, now why are you here? Liguistics scan confirmed. Subject 863 aslo speaks English. 863 is named Evelyn Destructible, is female nearing breeding maturity. Descent is mixed and includes 7% egyptian, 11% Kenyan, 32% Nigerian, 21% Dutch and 29% Scottish. Prominent physical features include brunette hair, blue eyes, stands a height of 5' 7" and weighs in at 134 lbs," the robot replied.

"Okay, yeah, what significance does any of this have, especially my 'Breeding maturity'?" Lynn asked. "He's calulating whether we're a direct population threat. Is that because you're thinking of wiping out the human race?" John asked the robot. "My programming is not of offesive nature... yet. My mission is to gather infomation about humans so to find their strategic weaknesses so I might exploit them in an automaton invasion of the planet, nation by nation," the robot answered. "Whoa, dementor's definitely created a monster this time," John said. "Professor Dementor's plan was obsolete, so I divised my own plan. I was supposed to be a subterranean geological unit, used to locate and withdraw all direct sources of precious stones and metals, giving Dementor the upperhand on earth currency. if he were in posession of all of the world's natural wealth the people would be at his mercy. but the human ability to improvise in times of desperation would nullify this plan. "So you went solo with your own plan, pretty clever Einstein," John complimented the robot. "Einstein, last name of Nacospeak-born physicist, father of the theory of Relativity, detested the construction and use of nuclear energy as a weapon of war. It is human nature to be aggressive to others, and that's the reason why I was built. I accept Codex as a verbal acknowledgement," the robot said.

codex returned to his vigorous study of the information he was downloading to his hard drive. John stepped foward and plugged the Johnunicator into Codex. "Synthesizer Alpha Cross, a British alternative rock band founded in 2016. This track is 15 min. and 39 sec. long and was recorded from a live performance of the band's 2019 hit 'Torn to Pieces' at Cheshire, England. this file is corrupted. Virus threat, minor. Extraction, confirmed," Codex said aloud. he then pulled his arm inward and released, swatting John's stomach, which brought him crashing against a wal.. "Jonathan, you really mustn't attempt to damage my hard drive with something as standard as a computer virus, it is futile. You have sustained minor spinal truma and have three bruised ribs. The damage you've sustained is of your own actions. Do not disturb me again," codex announced. "Okay, this guy has major anti-viral protection, now what?" Lynn said as she helped Hohn up. "Ow, what constitutes minor spinal trauma?" John growled as he glared at Codex and rubbed his back. About one second after John finished his sentence Codex unplugged the cord from the wall and left. john and Lynn turned to the Barista who was till sitting there and Lynn helped her up. "Sorry about the mess, we tend to aquire very destructive friends," John commented. "Well tell your friend that he owes Mr Lipsky $1,500 in damage," the barista answered. Lynn nodded then she and John went after Codex.

The robot was breaking into a nearby electronic store. "Media receptor units, excellent. These will give me some more information," codex said as he plugged into a nearby liquid crystal widescreen. john and Lynn came up to him. "Okay, a virus won't shut him down, maybe offensive combat will," Lynn offered. John pulled on his gloves till his fingertips met the ends. He pressed a button on his right boot heel and the soles converted from rubber to metal. He did the same to his left boot and walked over to Codex. he picked up a foam stress ball and tossed it at Codex's head. "That device is for squeezing to vent anger Jonathan, not to be used as an assault weapon," Codex answered blandly. "Well, I'm stressed out with you, seemed reasonable to me. Now I'm going to ask you this once more; stop this rampage now, the whole city's in panic," John demanded. "Humans are naturally afraid of the unknown, a very illogical response to something they don't understand. And I am unable to comply with your request Stoppable, I have a mission to fulfill," Codex responded. John braced himself and then lunged at Codex, swinging his leg around and unwinding a powerful kick. The kick hit one of Codex's fiber optic eyes and broke it.

"Codex model 814 has suffered severe ocular mutilation on the port optic implant position. Accessing memory files to locate direct cause. memory loaded, cause of damage was a boot, American shoe size 12, grey with metal soles. Scanning room for match on shoe. one match found, Jonathan Stoppable," Codex announced. He turned and faced John sharply and begun to swipe at him. "You test me Stoppable, and I don't appreciate your distractions. I do not want to fight you, but I will if you continue to interupt me with violent assaults," Codex started to turn about and John took out his laser pen and used it to slice the hydraulic piston on Codex'x leg. This caused it to collapse beneath him. Codex looked over at john and his eye narrowed. "Damage has been sustained on starboard leg piston. Subject 862 is in possession of unidentified object. Scanning device. Confirmed, laser-cutting unit, highly dangerous. Offensive weapon of critical threat. Termination, underway." Codex reached out his claw, snatched the laser from John and broke it. he then opened his claw further and a syringe came out of the center. He quickly stuck the needle into John's stomach and injected him with a black liquid. John gasped and pulled back. "you forced me to execute that action John. That was a last resort, but you just can't seem to stop when requested. You're so headstrong," Codex said to him. "What's that supposed to do? I feel fine," John asked. "are you sure of that?" Codex asked. He finished in front of the TV and left. John pulled his shirt up and looked at the needle wound. "I have no clue what that was, but it seems like it's harmless," john said to lynn. "Are you sure we shouldn't see a physician just in case?" Lynn asked. "I'm fine sweetie, three seconds of pain and it was all gone. let's find Codex and stop him," John said.

[aliciamartin]

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh can't wait for more keep it up buddy

[azzie]

Chapter three: Research

John and Lynn soon lost Codex's trail. " Tell me, how does an eight foot tall robot just vanish into thin air?" John asked. "I don't know, but it seems to have calmed down, and there hasn't been reports of Codex attacking," lynn said. "Let's get home, we can let him lick his wounds and continue this wild goose chase another day," John resonded. They returned to their houses and John lay in his bed, rubbing the needle wound, revealing that the area around it was ebony black. He was having terrible nightmares and woke up with a shriek. His parents came into his room and saw him sitting bolt upright in bed. "John, what's wrong?" Kim aksed her son. "I had a nightmares, Codex was causing all of you pain," John moaned. "Who's Codex?" Ron aksed. "A robot that Professor Dementor built, we were chasing him all afternoon," John explained. "John, sport, where did that large black spot come from?" Ron asked his son when he saw John's stomach. John looked and saw the wound. "Codex stabbed me with a syringe when I was trying to stop him, it doesn't hurt," John said. "John, I'm surprised at you. This could be serious. You have no clue what he injected you with," Kim said to him. "I'm fine mom, I'm not coughing up blood, I don't have a fever of 108; I'm fine," john reassured. kim sat down on the end of his bed and looked him in the eye. "Okay, I'll see a doctor about first thing tomorrow," he responded with a sigh.

In the morning John and Lynn went to the doctor's office and he sat on the tissue paper cover atop of the cold plastic cushion. The doctor took his temperature and then ran a few other tests. "Well Jonathan, I don't think this is a bacterial of viral problem. There seems to be traces of pollen around the wound. Unless you've been rolling in the grass lately, I'd say hatever you were injected with came from a plant. I'll need a smaple of your blood to give to a botanist for study," the doctor said.

After taking the blood John and Lynn left. "i wonder if we can find anything helpful at the library," john said. "It's closed today," lynn said. "I wasn't talking about the Go1 city library, the one place that would have the books I'm looking for is the birthplace of all evil," John said. "I beg your pardon," Lynn asked. "the Middleton High School Library, sanctuary of Ms. Hatchet," John answered.

They rode down to Middleton high and went in. "Oh look, a couple of centurions have come to viit," John heard a teenager say to them as they walked to the school. "Good game in October, huh?" John asked him. "Whatever," was the response that John got. "Typical teen response," John said as he shook his head and licked his dry, chapped lips. Lynn gave him a baffled look. "What?" John asked. "Nothing; so, why is this library so evil?" lynn asked quickly to change the subject. "it's not the library that's evil; it's the librarian. She has messed up some relatively sane people with a glance. She has driven big, tough guys to tears for dog-earing the pages on their books. she went berserk when my mom brought a book about cheese back late," John answered. "Your mom is a cheese person?" "No, she needed it for a project. But another thing about Hatchet, she's wound so tight my dad is amazed she hasn't imploded," John finished. "Okay, I get it, take good care of the books," Lynn said. "To say the least," John added.

Once in the library they picked out several botany books. We're going to have to put all these books back according to the Hatchet decimal system when we're done with them,' John mentioned. "She has her own book sorting system?" Lynn asked. "Yes, she has that too,' john confirmed. He looked through a book labeled Old World Plants, but found nothing promising in the results. he and Lynn continued to look through the books and set them aside in neat stacks. "They went through most of the books and suddenly John said in a grim tone, "This looks like a match." Lynn started to walk over but John suddenly started struggling to breathe then passed-out in the seat. Lynn caught him before he hit the floor, the book still clasped tight in his hands.

Lynn and a few others brought John out to an ambulance and she rode with him to the Middleton hospital. They took him to a bed and transferred him from a stretcher to the mattress. Mrs. Dr. Possible came into the room and was talking to her daughter. "Mom, do you know what's wrong with him?" Kim ased her. "Kimmie, there's little I can do in the matter. I'm a Neurological surgeon and Lynn said he was having trouble breathing." Lynn was looking at the book that John had when he passed-out. "It was from a plant; Codex injected John with an ink like liquid from this plant. It's a rare genus related to the Indigo, and it's practically extinct. there's only one left in existence, and guess who has it," lynn said to them. "Professor Dementor," kim said sternly. "yes. And I'm certain of this. All his symptoms point to this plant. Halluncinations, he was talking to someone who wasn't there a half-hour before he passed-out. Then difficulty breathing, nightmares, dry mouth and blackening of the blood vessels," Lynn told them. Kim looked and saw that he had defined black veins.

So what's going to happen to him?" Kim asked. "If we don't get an antidote in seventeen hours... it's fatal," Lynn said, pools of tears forming in her eyes. Kim put her hand over her mouth. "Will he... suffer?" Ron asked as he placed his hands nurturingly on Kim's shoulders. "No, he won't feel a thing. as he gets closer to death the symptoms weaken. It'll be just like falling into a permanent sleep," Lynn answered. "But don't worry Mrs. Stoppable, I won't let John die, I'll see Dementor and get the antidote from him," Lynn added as she walked up to Kim and put her hand on her shoulder. "good luck with that," Ron said in a hopeless tone.

[azzie]

Chapter four: Impressing a heart of stone

Lynn Rode John's motorbike to the G.J prison hold and demanded immediate audience with Professor Dementor. The guard didn't argue with her when he saw the look on her face, he let her in and brought her over to Dementor's cell. "Ah, Ms. Destructible, I believe you have met a little toy of mine," Dementor said. "Your 'Little Toy' injected John with a sample of fatal Black Moon Indigo ink. He has fourteen hours to live, and your robot is on a rampage to take over the world... for itself," Lynn said, adding that last part when she saw Dementor was getting his hopes up. "I see, Well, I could've shut down Codex for you, but I'd need the control module installed for that. If you remember, you melted that in a vat of acid," Dementor answered. "I'm not worried about Codex right now, I want you to make the antidote for the poison he injected in Jonathan," Lynn demanded. "I do not need to make the antidote." "why not?" "Because I already have made some of it, right here. Enough to cure one person," Dementor explained. "That's it?" Lynn asked. "Yes, because I only gave Codex enough ink to poison one person, should he encounter a critical, persistant threat," Dementor answered. "...like John," Lynn said in an angry tone. "Yes, now, why should I give you this antidote?" Dementor asked. "If John dies you have premeditated murder on your shoulders," Lynn said. "What's that to me? I'm already in here for life," Dementor asked. "Please, I'm begging you now, please let me get it," Lynn pleaded. "I hate to watch a young lady beg, but you don't get something for nothing, you know," Dementor said. "Lynn looked up at him, ire in her normally sweet sapphire eyes. "You're really going to let him die, aren't you?" Lynn growled. "I did not say that Evelyn, you are putting words in my mouth. I'm saying, for a trifle price, I will spare Jonathan's life," Dementor said. "Anything, name it," Lynn said.

The rain started to pour down vehemently upon the ground and rooftops and Lynn rode through it, nearly skidding as she sped down the highway. She pulled the bike into the hospital garage and quickly found a parking space. She bolted into the hospital and down the halls, the rubber soles of her shoes glazed with water. She slid in through the doorway and John's family looked up to her. "I got it. We need to extract as much of the poison from the orignal injection point and administer this intravenously," Lynn said. john was rushed to the atomic surgery center and they went into the process of toxin extraction. His idle body was taken out after 20 minutes and he was put back in his bed where they gave him the antidote, a glass tube full of green liquid. The antidote dripped through the tube and John's veins started to lighten and adjest to normal color. "This also contains a 10 hour sedative to keep him asleep while he recovers, because it won't work unless he's in R.E.M;" Lynn said, repeating what Dementor had told her.

Lynn sat with John that night, juggling three beanbags in her right hand. When she tired of that she had her mom bring her art stuff and she drew for a while. She even brought out a chessboard and played a game against herself, moving the black peices as she imagined John would (He beat her in that game). She took her commitment ring off her necklace and slid it on her finger, hoping it would give her some extra reassurance that he would be awake and well as soon as the 10 hours were over. She checked her watch; 4 hours had passed. She pulled her hair back and rolled it into a bun to clear it away from her face. She sat next to him quietly and held his hand in hers. She got a tight knot of excitement in her stomach when she felt his thumb caress the tops of her fingers like he alwas did.

She fell asleep with her head on the mattress and dreamt for a while. Her dreams were scatterd and multiple and suddenly she dreamt that someone was pouring a bucket of feathers on her shoulder. She woke up and realized the pencil that was holding her hair in the bun had been removed. She looked at John and he was running his fingers through her hair. "Your hair... it's so flippy," John said with a smirk. "Good morning Honey Bunny," he added. 'How're you feeling?" Lynn asked him. "A little light-headed, but I can't complain. Normal breathing, no black veins, no nightmares or hallucinations, unless that doctor outside is a hallucination," John said. "No, she's really there," lynn reassured. "Not her, the elderly chap who's talking to her," john said. Lynn gasped and looked back. "Just kidding sweetie," John said with a grin. "You little..." Lynn said as she started to wrestle with him. She eventually started laughing with him. "So, Lynn, i'm guessing Dementor didn't just give you that antidote as a gift, right?" John asked "You're right. Guess what your life is worth Kipper-Kat," Lynn said to him. "I give up, what?" "A cup of cocoa," Lynn answered. "Ouch, hopefully a cup of cocoa with those mini marshmallows in it," John said. "Of course, at least in my book," Lynn answered as she leaned over and kissed him. "But I think I came up with a way to stop Codex. I thought about you and my family mainly while I was asleep, but somehow the answer to Codex's weakness snuck in there. how have we been trying to stop Codex before?" John asked. "With physical methods," Lynn answered. "Exactly, that's why we've been failing to stop him. He's a robot; wires and metal. He won't surrender to pain; he doesn't have touch receptors. He is, however, a learning robot, programmed to gather knowledge. We need to play his game. it's a battle of Brains, not Brawn," John told her. "But how can someone outsmart a learning robot that's been out there gathering knowledge from every possible source?" Lynn asked. "He may be a brain-box, but there are some things that even an Artificial Intelligence doesn't understand; yet humans do. And I happen to know that one factor that will assist us," John reassured.

[Winterfrost]

Nice story so far! I like the way Codex analyzes everything in great detail, and I also like the way you put several technical words in the story. Makes it authentic.

BTW don't you just hate it when they replace G.erman with nacospeak?

[rockas]

Oh you mean, Germany?

Cool story anyway! I've always liked your John Stoppable series!

[Carstens loving wife]

can't wait for more buddy great job.

[azzie]

[glow=blue,2,300]Thanks for the compliments everyone, here's the last chapter.[/glow]

Chapter five: Social Darwinism

John got out of the hospital that day and Lynn had brought him a gym bag with his mission gear in it. He opened the bag and dressed in one of the rooms. So, you do have a plan, right?" Lynn asked. "Just one, and when it's time to execute it I need you to help as much as possible," John said. Before Lynn could ask what exactly the plan was They heard loud stomping coming from down the street. "Show time," John whispered to Lynn. They caught up to Codex as he walked around the corner of a nearby building and John walked up closer. "Ah, Stoppable, you're alive. I did not anticipate meeting you again. Give up your petty attemts to stop me with brute force," Codex said. "I'm not here to fight, I'm here to quiz you," john commented. "Quiz; you think I need to be tested by an inferior human?" Codex asked. "Yeah, humor me. Show me you have what it takes to be a ruthless dictator. If you're not too afraid I'll prove to be superior to you, that is," John responded. "Of course, I will give you the chance to see I am superior to your illogical race," Codex answered. "Illogical as I may be, I can be highly resourceful, like all Purple cats," John announced. "Ah, Animology, a meager psuedo-science designed in desperation for a world that requires social peer bonding, an inferior and useless drive. Emotional fulfillment is illogical, what should be priority to your species is finding a suitable mate to give physically and mentally fit traits to your offspring, so they will be able to fend for themselves in the world," Codex said annoyed.

"That is a very Social Darwinistic view, survival of the fittest. Say, what do you know about Charles Darwin? You have to know this if you're going to make a super robot army that can stomp out the human race," John explained. "Darwin, Charles Robert, British scientist, who was born in Shrewsbury, Shropshire, England, on February 12, 1809. He established foundations for the theories of evolution and natural selection. His works were highly influential on life and earth science and changed the views of modern thought." Codex responded.

"Hey yeah, hold that thought. Have you considered observing contemporary security measures? You have to know that if you're going to infiltrate strategic government installations, like the Capital building, the Pentagon and Fort Knox," John suggested. Codex started to access and report what he knew about security. "Oh, since I brought up security of Fort Knox, the U.S. gold reserve, bring up gold on the Periodic table. You have to know the properties of the elements if you're going to perfect the design for your army of Artificial Intelligence," Lynn added, understanding what was happening. "Gold, element number 79. Atomic symbol Au is derived from the Latin word for gold, 'Aurum'," Codex explained.


"Oh, I love Latin; John speaks it very well. Give me a brief history on the language," Lynn asked. "Latin, the language of ancient Rome and Latium. It was carried to most of the known ancient world when Rome came to power and became a main tongue in Western Europe. Latin was seen as a sophisticated language to study and was observed this way into the 1700's," Codex briefed. "Right, now hold that thought and give us what you know on the History of England," John asked.

"The Celtics ruled in the British isles in the early 5th century, untils the Saxons invaded and wrought the Anglo-Saxon Empire, which brought forth the name England 'Land of the Angles'. From this old English reign we get such epic legends as Beowulf."

"Keep that in mind and tell us about the history of story telling," Lynn asked. "Verbally relaying tales dates back as far as language itself. Many of these tales were passed passed down through the ages and came to be mighty classics, such as those that are now written down in Grimm's fairy tales, which are based on the tales told in Medieval England and other European territories," Codex described. "Oh right, set that aside and tell us what you know about literature, since we were discussing the brothers Grimm," John said.

"Writing is one of the finest forms of expressionism, and brought forth many masterful scribes of great literature. One among them was famous artist and poet William Blake (1757-1827), who wrote the mighty poem 'The Tyger'."

"Oh, since you've brought up wild cats, let's talk about life science. What do you know about the cheetah?" Lynn asked. "The cheetah 'Acinonyx Jubatus' is a wild cat breed that's native to Africa, Iran and Afghanistan. A yellowish-brown coat and black spots define the cat. This animal is capable of attaining speeds of 110 km/h, or 68 mph over short distances." Codex explained.

"Put a pause on that. Now, are you keeping track of all the topics we've covered?" John asked. "Every word of each one," Codex responded. "Good, now since we're on all these topics, give me the value of Pi," John said. Codex responded, "Pi = 3.141592653589793238..." Before he could fiinsh Codex shut down. "Poor guy, couldn't take it," John said. "So, where did that plan come from?" Lynn asked. "Justin said he had poor virtual memory. Computers with poor virtual memory can't operate mulitple and/or complex programs over long periods of time without having a computer system freeze. Being a robot he only understands one thing completely... logic. He doesn't see logical use for deception, so he did not have any incentive to be suspicious. Now we should get this guy to a place where he can be disassembled before he reboots," John said.

They brought Codex to Global Justice headquarters and disassembled his hard drives, placing the pieces in an evidence box. they took his body to an engineering lab and used the shell as study for exoskeleton combat and enforcement "Suits".

When John and Lynn returned to the Stoppable residenceeveryone was glad to see him up and walking around. "John, you gave us quite a scare at the hospital. We didn't know if you were going to wake up or if we needed to call the coroner," Ron told his son. "How could you doubt it. Don't you remember what you used to tell me as a kid? 'No one can stop a Stoppable'," John said.

The End

Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, Go! City, Middleton, Dr. Drakken, Shego, Professor Dementor, Global Justice and Ms. Hatchet are property and © to Bob Schooley, Mark McCorkle and the Disney™ company.

Special thanks to Microsoft® Encarta '95™ for multimedia references.

[Carstens loving wife]

great chapter buddy can't wait for more.