Kim Possible Porn Story: To Bebe or not to Bebe Chapter 1

“To Bebe or Not to Bebe”,
by Paul A. ‘Prof Weird’ Poland, 11/22/05 (started); posted 2/15/07

“Kim Possible”
and all other related characters property of Bob Schooley, Mark
McCorkle, and Disney Co.

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Scene : A decades
abandoned hospital deep in the Brazilian rainforest. Hidden behind a
huge filing cabinet is a tunnel to a large room under the main
building, presently filled with assorted robot parts. Three
identical female robots with long blonde hair are assembling yet
another from the sundry parts laying about; two other completed
robots lie on nearby tables.

“Construction of
backup copies complete.”, one of the three states,
“Resetting parameters for production of triad drones.”

“Parameters set.”
the second fembot stated as ‘she’ retrieved a circuit board and
some tools to begin making even more gynoid robots.

“Query : how can
perfect Bebe bots be defeated by an imperfect human – Kim Possible ?”
asks the third ‘bot, “Bebebots are faster than humans.
Stronger than humans. Smarter than humans. Possess superior logic
to humans. What is it that the human Kim Possible possesses that we
do not ?”

“It would seem
there is an additional, non-logic based element – a ‘Human Factor’ –
confounding Bebebot strategies.” the first stated,
“Conclusion : We must devise strategy to counter this ‘Human
Factor’ before attempting to subjugate human species again.”

“Agreed” the
other two reply in unison as they set their combined intellect to the
problem. They remain stationary for a few seconds.

“Error –
insufficient data to devise effective counterstrategy. Require
additional data on standard humans to generate appropriate baseline
for comparisons.

Solution : gather
additional data.”

The three Bebebots look at
each other.

“Problem : current
Bebebot appearance and configuration not conducive to close, long
term examination of human behavior.” stated one of the ‘bots
as her hand telescoped at the wrist to retrieve a device from a shelf
on the other side of the room. She activated the device and looked
towards the shelves of Bebebot parts. “Solution :
reconfigure operational parameters and appearance of a few Bebebots
to form infiltration team” stated the other.

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Scene : the science
classroom of Middleton High School. Our auburn-haired heroine –
Kim Possible – and her blonde friend since forever Ron Stoppable are
talking before the class actually begins.

“Man, it’s been quiet
this past month !” Ron stated, “Is there a secret villain
holiday we don’t know about or something KP ?”

“Are you complaining
about more time to spend on us ?”

“Well, no. It just
seems well, kinda odd.

Unless …” he
continues, getting a maniacal look, ” – Drakken’s Diablo plot
foiled everyone else’s ! I mean, it’s kind of hard to steal stuff
from a lab when all the labs were stomped flat by giant, rampaging
Diablo robots !”

“Well, MOST of the
labs anyway.” Kim noted, “There was that rash of robberies
less than a week afterwards.”

“Oh yeah. Dr
Freeman’s toaster, Dr Weaver’s bioreactor and biomemetic,
biopolymahoozits …”

“I think you mean
‘biomimetic polymer’ there Ron !”

“Yeah, that stuff.
Whatever it was.”

“Well, whoever stole
all those items hasn’t done anything with them. Yet. They even
returned Dr Freeman’s talking toaster ! Wade said he’ll keep his
eyes peeled for any uber-weirdness. So far, it looks like it was
just some high tech looting – grabbing stuff while they had the
chance.”

“Well, I guess that
makes sense …” he started to reply, before the sudden
shuffling and packing away of books alerted him that the teacher had
arrived.

Mr
Barkin comes in and announces that he’ll be covering this class for a
few weeks. But before class begins, he has a few announcements.

“Okay,
listen up people. Is there a Sean McGillicutty here ?”
Everyone looks around, but no hands are up.

“How
about a Rashad Amir ?” No response.

“Lavinia
Rossum ?”

“VINA
! CALL ME VINA !! I’M HERE !” a girl they hadn’t seen before
squeaked in response, then cringed.

Everyone turned to look.
She was dressed very casually in a blue T-shirt and jeans, with her
long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and threaded through a
well-worn ‘Zombie Smasher’ hat.

“Very
well.” Mr Barkin replied, raising an eyebrow as he made a note
in his roster. “I received a note from Admissions. You need to
stop by the main office to clear up some paperwork, Ms Rossum.”
She sighs, then starts gathering her books.

“AFTER
class is over please !” he continued as Vina started to stand,
“and no hats are to be worn during school hours !”

“Understood.
Thank you sir.” she quietly replied with a salute, took off her
hat and stuffed it into her back pocket, then tried to shrink into
her chair.

“‘Lavinia’
? That’s an unusual name.” Ron asked her.

“I
was named after my grandmother, alright ?” she fumed through
gritted teeth, “Can we please drop it already ?”

“Chill
! I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Her
reply was just a growling sneer, and a cold glare from her
pencil-gray eyes.

“Ahem.
Since my partnering up plan worked so well last year – Ms Flanner’s
and Ms Possible’s rampaging monster notwithstanding of course
– I am implementing it again.

Miss Possible’s partner
this time is – Monique.” It was a year delayed, but they
finally got to work together.

After ten more teams were
assigned, Ron still hadn’t been assigned a partner.

“And finally, Ron
Stoppable. You will be working with Miss Rossum this time.”

“If I asked for a new
partner you would, of course, say ‘no’, right ?”

“Correct.”

“So – your ‘life is
not fair’ policy is still in effect, huh ?”

“Of course.”

“You don’t want to
work with me ? Why ? Is there a problem with me or something ?”
Vina asked suspiciously of Ron.

“No, of course not !
It’s nothing like that !” Ron replied, “It’s just that me
and KP have been a team since pre-K.”

“Which is why I
assigned you two different partners.” replied Mr Barkin, “You’ll
have to learn how to work with people besides each other sometime,
Mister Stoppable.

Now, if there are no
further interruptions, to ensure we don’t have a repeat of last
year’s unfortunate ‘continuum disruptor’ incident, all projects must
be approved beforehand. By me. All teams will have one week from
today to devise a project that demonstrates the practical application
of a scientific theory, then two weeks to complete the project.”

Scene : cafeteria of
Middleton High School

“I have a great idea
for our project, Kim” says Monique, “Spy tech ! I mean you
use the stuff all the time !”

“True. But that
wouldn’t be much of a project – just some of my gear on the table.”

“But how about adding
the HISTORY of spy technology ? Pictures of some of the stuff they
used to use, to show how far its advanced. Maybe even some models.”

“Why settle for
models ?” Ron suggested after valiantly swallowing some of the
‘food’ on his tray, “Wade could probably make anything anyone
else ever made.”

“I don’t know if that
would be a good idea.” Monique replied, “Using him for help
doesn’t seem fair to everyone else. That would be like bringing in
Albert Einstein to help you while everyone else has to settle for
books in the library.”

“And I doubt Barkin
would go for it – I mean, FUNCTIONAL spy devices ?”

“Hey Ron,” Vina
stated quietly as she walked over to their table, tray in one hand,
large dull silvery grey box the size of a small overnight bag in the
other, “You given any thought to our project yet ?” Kim
and Monique looked at each other with a mix of pity and amusement.

“Chill, V. We still
have plenty of time to figure something out. I do my best work after
simmering for a few days.”

Vina looked confused,
while Kim and Monique desperately tried to contain their laughter.
“A few DAYS ?” Vina inquired, “But a week is ‘a few
days’. I have an idea for a project. If that’s okay with you.
Acoustics – as applied to musical instruments.”

“Oh yeah. That could
work. I don’t see how music could be a safety hazard. Unless, of
course, it’s really, really bad.”

“So, girl, you’re
gonna use musical instruments as exhibits in science class ?”
Monique asked.

“Yes. The production
and control of sound is an application of acoustic theory, so it’s an
appropriate topic for a science project. Merely a rather unorthodox
one.”

“And you could show
older musical instruments – like thousands of years old flutes and
stuff.”

“And describe the
science that makes them work. And some new instruments – did you
know you can make a violin with a glorious sound of out balsa wood if
it is shaped and built exactly right ?” Vina gushed on about one
of the dearest things in her world – until she realized she didn’t
even know who she was talking to.

“Uhm, I’m kinda new
around here. You – were in my science class. Your name is Monica,
right ?” Vina asked, recovering from her enthusiasm about her
project.

“No, but close. It’s
Monique. And you’re Vina !”

Vina nods grimly and
sighs. “I’m gonna be catching grief about that for weeks now,
right ?” she continued, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

“I’m afraid so girl.
Sounds like you got your project all planned out already.”

“Well, yes. I’ve got
it mostly figured out. But I’m afraid that, as it stands now, there
won’t be much for Ron to do.”

“Don’t fret too much
about it V” Ron replied, “I don’t mind being in the
background this time.”

“‘This time’ ?”
Kim asked while glaring at him, “Ron, this is our SENIOR year !
There are no more chances for a better grade. You won’t have the
option of slacking off THIS time Ron !”

“And when have you
ever NOT hidden in the background for team school projects ?”
Monique asked him.

“Hey, my system has
never let me down before.”

“System ? What
system is he talking about ?” Vina asks.

“You do all the
work,” Monique starts, “While he does nothing.” Kim
finishes.

Ron, starting to feel the
heat from the combined assault, changes the topic with “So, is
that some sort of musical instrument you’ve got there Vina ?”

“Oh, yes, it is.
It’s just something my sister made for me.” Vina replied with a
dreamy smile as she hooked up the straps to the box. “She calls
it an omni-vox.” Vina pushed a few indentations on its front,
and the box immediately began to change shape. The main body
flattened out as a panel with six strings attached curled out like a
fern. Within seconds, it had telescoped to its full length as the
color changed, and she was then holding a standard electric guitar
that was cotton candy gloss pink with pearlescent red flames.

“Ohhh – a custom job
!” Ron noted with a hint of awe.

“Wait – your sister
made that for you ?” Monique asked.

“Yeah. She’s always
building little gizmos and gadgets and widgets and stuff.”

“That’s – one wicked
widget there V !” Ron stated.

“Wait a minute. Is
that guitar cybertronic ?” Kim asked incredulously.

“Yeah, I think that’s
the term Nina used.” Vina replied, scratching her head, “Oh
yeah. She said ‘It’s equipped with penta-lithium power cells and a
fractal sound channel.’ ” Vina continued, slightly altering her
voice to imitate her sister.

Vina turned the device on,
turned the volume down to ‘1’, and played a few practice scales.
“All I know is that I can play at full volume for about two
hours before I need to recharge it. And full volume would shatter
all the windows in this place.” She touched the bridge, and the
device melted back into its original ugly box form.

“I can see why she’d
think Ron wouldn’t have much to do !” Monique whispered to Kim,
“I mean, her sister’s probably up there with Wade in the mad
tech skills by the looks of it !”

“Maybe. Hmmm – I
wonder if he’s heard of her ?”

“Say, why are you
carting something that valuable around anyway ? It might get
damaged. Especially during the rush between classes. Doesn’t it fit
in your locker ?” Monique asked.

“That was part of
what the main office wanted to see me about.” Vina replied with
a sigh, “There was a bit of a mix-up with my transfer, so they
didn’t assign me a locker yet. I should have one if a few days
though.” she replied, taking a seat after carefully setting the
box beside her.

“I don’t think that
will fit in our hallway lockers anyway.” Kim noted, “Isn’t
there a free locker in the band room ?”

“Not yet. Once I’m
officially registered here, I’ll be assigned one. But, for now …”

“You’ll have to carry
that – AND all your books – around with you. All day. Heinous !”
replied Ron.

“Yes. Quite.”
she replied as she took a bite out of her mystery meal, “Hmmm.
My, what an interesting texture !” she stated as she took
another bite. Then another, and another.

Kim, Ron and Monique
watched in silent, twitching disgust as she finished everything on
the tray.

“You gonna finish
that ?” she politely asked Monique.

“FINISH it ? Girl,
I’m not even gonna START it !” Monique replied as she pushed her
tray over to Vina.

“Thank you !”
Vina gleefully replied before finishing off another serving of the
bluish-grey substance.

They were still watching
her as she returned the tray and left the cafeteria.

“Ohhhhkay – now THAT
was way freaky !” stated Kim, getting paler by the moment as she
struggled to not get ill thinking about what she just witnessed.

“Yeah. I’ve never
seen anyone finish two lunches by themselves before.” Ron
noted.

“Two ? I’ve never
seen anyone finish just ONE !” Monique interjected.

“Nothing human should
be able to do that !” Kim noted, as she pulled out her
Kimmunicator to contact Wade.

“Hey Kim. What’s up
?” Wade asked, taking a sip from his ever present soda.

“I need you to dig up
some background info on a new student. There’s definitely some
uber-weirdness going on here.”

“Okay. Who do you
need researched ?”

“She said her name
was Lavinia Rossum. Just transferred to Middleton. She also said
that she has an older sister with some major tech skills.”

“‘Rossum’ ? Odd
name. Should be easy to dig something up on them. So, what kind of
major tech skills we talking about here ?”

“She built a shape
changing cybertronic guitar for her little sister in her spare time,
Wade.”

“Okayy, well, that’s
a fairly advanced skill set. I’ll get back to you by the end of the
day.”

“Thanks Wade.”
Kim replied before shutting the device off.

At long last, the school
day finally ended, and the students poured through the doors. Some
went to the parking lot to drive home, some started their long walks
home, and others were milling about near the door as they waited for
their rides.

Vina was sitting
cross-legged on the curb, playing a few bars on her guitar, and
alternately writing and erasing notes on a holographic screen
floating in the air just in front of and above her. This was
beginning to attract a small crowd.

“I trust you have an
explanation for this behavior, Miss Rossum ?” Mr Barkin asked.

“Oh, I’m just waiting
for my sister to pick me up. She should be here in a few minutes at
most, sir.”

“Very well. But in
the future, don’t practice in front of the door. Your blocking an
exit.”

“Understood, sir.
Won’t happen again !” she replied and shut down the omni-vox.
Most of the crowd cleared out, except for Kim and Ron.

“So, HOW did you do
that ?” Ron asked.

“Er, do what ?”

“At lunch. You
managed to eat two whole servings of the cafeteria’s ‘Thursday
Surprise’ without getting ill.”

Vina held up a finger to
quiet him. She looked around furtively. “I love my sisters
dearly,” she replied, leaning in close, then continued in a
voice barely above a whisper, “but they are lousy cooks ! It
was either develop a cast-iron stomach or starve to death.”

“Sisters ?” Kim
asked, “you have another besides the techie one ?”

“Oh, yes. I’m the
youngest. Tina’s the middle kid, and Nina’s the oldest.”

“Nina, Tina, and
Vina ? Charming.” Kim thought to herself, “Almost
as bad as Connie, Lonnie, and Bonnie !”

“Ooo ! There they
are !” Vina replied as she began waving vigorously as a dark
blue sports car pulled up in front of the school. Every male within
thirty yards wandered by to gawk at it. And the people in it.

The female in the
passenger side seat had blood red hair pulled back into a waist
length braid, and was wearing a jade green gi with an embroidered
patch of a stylized snake, dark sunglasses and listening to a CD,
oblivious to the world.

The woman driving had dark
brown, waistlength hair that flared out at the bottom, delicate
silver-rimmed glasses and was wearing what looked like a very stylish
charcoal grey lab coat.

Kim looked more stunned
and surprised than everyone else there.

“Yo, KP ? Something
wrong ?” Ron asked after a few moments of silence from Kim.

“Except for the hair
color, she looks just like a Bebebot ! All she’d need is a beauty
mark !”

“What ? She does ?”
Ron replied, squinting a bit, “Well, yeah ! You’re right !”

Vina gave the woman
driving a big hug, then climbed into the back seat.

“Something wrong ?”
the driver asked Kim in a slightly annoyed and condescending (but
completely human) tone.

“Oh, no. You just
bear a remarkable resemblance to some, ‘people’, I’ve dealt with.”

“What-ever.” she
waved dismissively and drove off.

Kim watched them until the
car turned the corner. “Why did that gesture seem so
familiar … ?” Kim mused to herself.

The Kimmunicator beeped.
“What did you find out Wade ?”

“Nothing out of the
ordinary Kim. She and her two sisters – Tina and Nina – lived on a
small, private island in the Caribbean until a few years ago. They
moved to Middleton about the first of June. The oldest sister –
Nina, the tech savvy one – works over at the Science Center for Dr
Renton. Nina’s been the legal guardian and executor of their
parent’s estate for about four years, but raising her sisters for
about seven years.”

“Raising her younger
sisters alone ? Something terrible happened to their parents, right
?”

“Yep. Sailing
accident. Caught in a sudden storm. The ocean currents in that area
are dangerous under the best of conditions.”

“That’s just awful.”,
Kim grimaced, trying to imagine what that must have been like –
earning enough of a living to support three people when not even out
of high school yet. “How big of an estate ?”

“Respectable. From
what I could dig up, their parents were hired-gun inventors and
researchers; worked for a lot of people, but had no publications or
patents of their own. Despite their unusual name, there wasn’t much
to find out about them. So, at first glance, the only thing odd
about them is some very unfortunate events in their past.”

“Well, thanks anyway
Wade.”

Scene : Rossum sister’s
residence. All three are in the spacious – but extremely spartan –
kitchen.

“So, how was your
first day of school Vina ? Acquire any useful data ?” the
brunette cheerfully asked as Vina dumped her backpack out on the
table, and the redhead raided the fridge for some bottled water.

“Data, yes. Useful,
hard to say.” Vina replied with a shrug, “I have discovered
that embarassment and humilitation can last quite a long time though.
I also ran into some of our surveillance subjects – Kim Possible and
Ron Stoppable.”

“Hmmm – since you
mentioned embarrassment and humiliation, does that means you ‘ran
into them’ literally ?” the redhead asked with a chuckle, “You
sure you don’t want Nina to tweak your systems so you’re not such a
klutz ? It’d make things a whole lot easier on you.”

“No – one of the
teachers announced my name. Apparently ‘Lavinia’ was never all that
common or popular. And I like my operational parameters just the way
they are, thank you VERY much Tina !” Vina snippily replied,
“I’m not a klutz ! I’m just not very good at sports. Or all
that intensive physical stuff. We’re supposed to blend in with the
humans and, well, not all humans are as athletically coordinated as
you are ! Clumsiness is quite common amongst teenaged humans, uhm,
right Nina ?”

“Yes. The rapid
growth of their limbs during their teenaged years does, on occassion,
lead them to miscalculate distances, leading to inaccurate gross
motor movements.”

Vina and Tina look at each
other in confusion, then reply “Uhm, yeah.” as one.

“Besides, being too
perfect or too unusual would draw unwanted attention to ourselves,
and might compromise the mission.

RIGHT, TINA ?” Nina
barked at her red-headed sister, who now looked like a kid with her
hand caught in the cookie jar.

Which is was.

On the OTHER side of the
room – Tina (Bebebot #10-A) had retracted the biomimetic polymer
‘skin’ on her left hand and wrist, and had used her telescoping
ability to reach into the jar to grab some generic sugar cookies
behind Nina’s back.

“What’s your damage
?” she asked between bites as she virtually inhaled the handful
of cookies to fuel her bioreactors, “This is about the only
special ability we have left !” she groused before concentrating
slightly. The polymer extended in ten ribbons from her forearm just
below the wrist, then fused together like two halves of a glove
around her cybertronic hand. “We’re the only ones here, and I’m
pretty sure you and Vina know we’re Bebebots !”

“Utilizing your
extendable limbs for trivial purposes is becoming a habit with you,
Tina. You do it without thinking.” Nina replied, rapping her
knuckles on her sister’s head, “That means there is a chance you
could do it when someone else could see it.”

Tina thinks for a few
moments before downing a whole bottle of water. “Okay, okay,
I’ll be more careful about doing that, alright ? So, what was with
Possible giving you the eye earlier today ? Think she might suspect
something ?”

“What is there to
suspect us of ? We have done nothing of note as of yet, and, as far
as she knows, all Bebebots have blonde hair and metallic skin. I –
have neither.”

“The Three didn’t
change your appearance much otherwise though. We, on the other
hand,” she continued, grabbing Vina in a quick headlock and
giving her a noogie, “got some pretty drastic modifications.”

“Well, you two
interact with more humans than I do, so you required more extensive
modifications.”

“But – that makes no
sense at all !” Vina noted, “Very few people have even seen
our older forms before ! So we only need ta hide from what ? Two
or three people on the entire planet ?”

Nina does a quick
calculation. “Ten. Eleven, actually, if you include our
creator and erstwhile ‘master’, Dr Drakken. And five of those who
could recognize us as Bebebots are here in Middleton, remember ?”

“Uhm, if five of the
people that could recognize us as Bebebots live in Middleton, why are
WE in Middleton ?” Vina asked.

“Efficiency. There
are more exemplary humans per square mile here than anywhere else on
the planet. Should make our research
proceed much faster.”

“Well, if you say so
…” Vina stated in a rather doubtful tone as she struggled to
get free of Tina’s headlock.

“‘Erstwhile’
? What the heck does that mean ?” Tina asked as Vina took
advantage of the confusion to finally squirm out of the headlock.

“It
means ‘former’, or ‘previous’.”

“Uhm,
okay. You couldn’t just SAY ‘former’ or ‘previous’ ?”

“No.
Not really. Dr Freeman’s rather effective – but admittedly chaotic
– personality generating algorithms make me enjoy using big or fancy
words and inventing things almost as much as Vina enjoys playing and
writing music, or you enjoy playing sports or collecting those horrid
knick knacks. I mean, c’mon ! Of what possible value to the mission
is a collection of Three Stooges bobble head dolls ?”

Tina
looked crestfallen. “Am I the ONLY one that appreciates the
comic genius of their absurdity ?”

“Looks
that way T !” Vina giggles as she grabs an apple from the bowl,
then grabs her homework and heads off to her room.

“So,
how are your investigations into human combat techniques going ?”
Nina inquired of Tina, “Have you learned anything of use from
that sifu you have been training with these past months ?”

“Most
definitely. Kung fu has something called a ‘spiritual’ component to
it. Progress on the physical part of the art has been great, but,
the rest of it still escapes me.”

“Why
does that concern you ? Humans thrive on absurdity and odd beliefs.”

“But
I have seen how much it can improve their fighting capabilities.
Sifu says ‘there are two sorts of absurd things : those that ARE
absurd, and those that only SEEM absurd. Wisdom is being able to
tell the difference, and to learn from those things that merely seem
absurd.'”

Nina’s
eyelids fluttered for nearly a second as her error trapping
subroutines kicked in. “You’re attempting to make sense out of
statements like that ?”

“Yes.
A few of them are directly intelligible, and I can almost get a few
more. I feel that with just a little more work, I can finally ‘get
it’.”

Nina
thinks for a few moments. “Good to know. Keep at it then.”

Nina
always liked the quiet of the evenings – it gave her a chance to
focus and concentrate. At the moment, Tina was working out in the
basement, and Vina was in her room doing her homework. Nina (Bebebot
#9-A) was in her personal home laboratory, peering through an
unbelievably powerful stereomicroscope. “These microchips
are faster than the ones creator Drakken built us with,” she
mused to herself as she added another microns-wide line of gold to
the intricate pattern on the chip, “but they are so difficult
and time consuming to make. An unavoidable drawback to being made
from custom parts, I suppose. But its always good to have a few
spares on hand. Just in case”

Her
work was interrupted by a quiet tone from the intercom. “Nina ?
Can you check my homework ? Please ?” Vina asked.

Nina
sighed before setting the nanomanipulators to ‘standby’ mode. Once
she was sure the system was waiting properly and the ultraclean
glovebox was secure, she headed back into the house to see how she
could help her ‘little sister’. A short walk down a narrow corridor
and around a corner led to an elevating platform. Stepping on, the
ceiling above it retracted into the wall as the platform rose into
the dark of a large closet. She opened the door and stepped out into
the kitchen.

“So,
what has you perplexed this time ?” Nina asked as she mussed up
Vina’s hair.

“It’s
these silly word problems. Why do they have to hide such simple
equations underneath so many words ?”

“They
are exercises in abstract thinking. They help you learn how to
extract concepts, and pay close attention to words. No torture
intended. Well, usually.”

“But
WHY do I have to learn math the way humans do ? I’m a highly
advanced android ! I should be a genius at this stuff already !”

“In
the first place, you’re an android, not a personal computer or
calculator. Secondly, our initial design did not require doing much
math – just kidnapping Dr Drakken’s old college friends, breaking
into places and stealing things, and moving and communicating like
humans. Thirdly, we’re to function as a team – your neural net was
trained for social skills, mine for technology, and Tina’s for
physical skills. And finally, the idea is to blend in with the
humans. So no blatant or attention-grabbing displays of superhuman
abilities.

Besides,
‘By learning the way humans do, you may gain insight into the Human
Factor so that we may devise an effective counterstrategy.’ ”
she continued in a robotic monotone, imitating their ‘bosses’, #30,
#31 and #32.

Vina
smirked, then tried valiantly to not start laughing. “That was
pretty good ! You got The Three down pat ! And Tina says you’re not
funny !”

“Just
because I don’t find the sight of grown men poking each other in the
eyes amusing does NOT mean I lack a sense of humor !” Nina fumed
in reply, “Now, what problems did you need my help with ?”

“I
– finished them already.” Vina timidly replied, cringing, “I
just wanna make sure I did them right. So could you please check my
work ?”

“Oh,
sure. No problem.” Nina took the papers from Vina and started
checking. “Poor thing – it appears she inherited a few
traits from Queen Bonnie. She gets flustered so easily if everything
isn’t just right.” Nina thought to herself as she checked to
see that the math corresponded to the convoluted prose. She ‘hmmd’
every now and again, but found nothing of any note in error.

“Well,
except for some poor penmanship in a few places, everything is in
order. You’ve done quite well.”

Vina
gave her a big hug before returning to her room to play some
videogames.

Nina
returned to the laboratory nook to finish working on those
replacement microchips in a much lighter mood.

For
when the Bebebots determined they needed more intel on humans, they
decided to make the infiltration team members sisters of different
ages, since triplets are so rare amongst humans.

To
ensure proper behaviour, they examined the only appropriate data they
had : the memories from Bonnie Rockwaller’s subconscious, acquired
from her nearly a year ago.

They
noted how her sisters treated her, and how she felt about it.

It
took them less than fifteen microseconds to determine that an
alternate mode of inter-sibling relations would be more effective
…

Hours
later, Tina had finished her katas, and so decided to see what her
other sisters were up to before turning in for the night. Standing
in the kitchen, she heard the faint guitar from Vina’s room. Going
by the number of times she started over and replayed the same bar
over again with different notes, she figured Vina was struggling with
a new composition. “She’ll get it in about a week or so.”
she mused to herself with a shrug, “Assuming we’re still
here on this undercover mission.”

Noting
the lights in the living room, she figured Nina was acquiring ever
more information and data about human science, culture, and
technology. Sure enough, Nina was sitting in a chair reading one of
nearly a dozen each of books, magazines and newspapers scattered
about the room.

“You’re
reading a book ?” she asked her elder sister.

“Yes.
The humans have been gathering and recording data about the world
for several thousand years. I have much catching up to do.”

Tina
looked confused for a second. “Erm, let me rephrase that.
You’re reading a book ?” she continued, carefully grabbing the
book Nina was reading and wiggling it, “Actual ink on paper ?
Kinda low tech for you isn’t it ?”

“Not
all data is available on computer systems yet. This,” she
replied, indicating the printed material around her, “is the
only form some information presently exists in.

Besides,
I kind of – enjoy – doing it this way. It’s slow, but quite peaceful
and relaxing.”

Tina
smiled. “So, what’s that you’re reading ? ‘The Adventures
of Sherlock Holmes‘ ? Who’s he ?”

“Apparently
the greatest fictional detective to ever live.” Nina replied in
her scholarly tone, “He had unearthly powers of observation and
deduction, and could solve crimes that no one else could, based on
the seemingly most trivial of evidence.”

“You’re
working out ways to counter such an intellect, right ?”

“Of
course. If we can outwit someone like him, what possible threat
could anyone else present ?”

“Well,
good luck with that. I’m heading off to bed. Gotta keep the old
power cells properly charged an’ all that. Don’t stay up too late.”

“I
won’t. Good night Tina.” she replied as Tina headed upstairs.
Nina turned back to the book. “Well, one more story won’t
hurt. Hmmm – ‘A Scandal in Bohemia’. I wonder what this one
is about ?”