The Kimmatrix: Matrix Shutdown

A Fan Fiction Fusion By

Classic Cowboy and Turles

Chapter 8: Neodammerung Part 5 – The Power of One

Now I can begin to tell the story

A legend's not a legend 'till it ends

Together we can celebrate the glory

My friends, my friends

It's amazing to think you can do anything

When you believe in yourself

Once voice can make a difference

One will go the distance

The greatest battles have been overcome

With one heart, one mind

By one love, one life

That's the power of one

Anybody here can be the hero

You could even change history

What we could do today could save tomorrow

Save tomorrow

For you and for me

So whoever you are

And wherever you're from

Prove it to the rest of the world

One voice can make a difference

One will go the distance

The greatest battles have been overcome

With one heart, one mind

By one love, one life

That's the power of one

Things around

Things around are coming

Nowhere left

There's nowhere left to run

Rise to meet

Rise to meet the challenge

Believe in the Power of One

One

One voice can make a difference, one voice can

One voice, can go the distance

Yes, it can go the distance

The greatest battles have been overcome

With one heart, one mind

By one love, one life

With one touch, one smile

That's the power of One.

- "One" By Denisse Lara

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It was late at night, and onboard the Neb Two, Kim and Ron were making their own modifications for the battle ahead. They were setting themselves up in one of the unused rooms within the Neb Two. All around them were computers and wires. Kim was setting up microphones around the small bed, the same microphones from when Ron gave his speech. As she was setting them up, all she could think of was there might be the chance of failure.

"Are you sure about this, Ron?' She asked while setting up the last microphone.

"Positive," Ron answered, connecting the microphone ports to the computers, "It worked in Robotech. Besides, I saw this on the Learning Channel once. They used sound to stimulate human responses."

"Sounds kind of redundant. Anyway, wasn't that the episode of Mythbusters where they busted the myth of the Brown noise?" Kim asked.

"That's a little different," Ron defended his position, "I found out that putting in such sounds as ultrasonic and supersonic sounds can stimulate human response, and I also had read a book on this sort of thing once."

"Sure it was a book?" Kim grinned, "Are you sure it wasn't nothing?"

Ron only chuckled.

"And didn't the aliens kill the girl in Robotech?" Kim asked, smirking and knowing that her husband was going to come back with a full fledged answer.

"No, that was Macross Two: Lovers Again," Ron answered knowingly, "If this works like on Robotech, then it should confuse the enemy and boost our troops' moral."

Kim remembered that night as if the two of them had lived it the night before. It was the summer before their sophomore year, and they were staying up late one night watching this Japanese cartoon series called Robotech. Kim did like what she was seeing, but Ron seemed to have long since incorporated Anime into his list of things he loved along with wrestling and Bueno Nacho.

"I can't believe we're basing our strategy on a cartoon," Kim had rolled her eyes at the idea.

"Not a cartoon, KP, it's called Anime." Ron corrected his wife with a smile on his face, "Anime is more realistic."

"So not," Kim chuckled at her husband's correction, "like giant killer robots could ever be…" As she realized her position, Ron was already giggling since they both knew the situation she was describing was very much like the one they were in, "Oh, go ahead and laugh it up, Ron, I know you want to." She groaned, crossing her arms over her chest.

Ron finished the connection of the microphone to the computers and came over to his wife. The two of them had momentarily locked eyes with one another, emerald to chocolate once again, and in the silence of it they had both decided to end the game of hide-and-seek with the truth.

"We're going to be okay, Kim," Ron had assured his wife.

"How do you know?" Kim asked, breaking the lock of the eyes, looking at a corner of the room away from Ron's chocolate covered gaze, while she gnawed at her lower lip.

"You're not an old grandmother yet," Ron smirked.

"Huh?" Kim asked, looking back at Ron and blinking in confusion.

"Nothing," Ron chuckled, while in the back of his mind the Oracle's words were comforting him to know that Kim at least has a chance to survive the ordeal ahead, "So, what are you going to sing? Say the Word? Like you did at the Talent Show last year?" Ron asked, trying to glance over Kim's shoulder to gain a good look at the lyric page that was lying on the bed next to her.

"No peeking, lover," Kim smacked his hand away, "and no, it's not 'Say the Word'."

"Then what is it?" Ron asked, very curious about his wife's lyrical creation.

"A song," Kim sarcastically stated while giving her husband a mock glare, "And if you must know, I started writing this after we got out of the Matrix. Do you remember the night Morpheus told us the truth? And you held me and sung to me?"

"Yes," Ron answered, remembering that night vividly since it was the first time that he and Kim slept in the same bed, even though they wouldn't have gone any further until a few days later. Thinking about that night, he suddenly remembered the song that he had sung to her, and he had to ask, "You're not going to sing that lullaby that I sang to you, are you?"

"No, I didn't write that, plus it would be pretty hard to switch the lyrics to a female perspective, especially that one…anyway…this song, I wrote for you."

"Lil' ol' me?" Ron smirked egotistically.

"Don't get cocky," Kim rolled her eyes at him, but then moved in to capture her husband's lips in a slow, gentle kiss. She broke the kiss and brought her hand up to cup his cheek, the very same move that Ron had used on Kim, his own version of Kim's 'Puppy Dog Pout', "Yeah…it's true…" She whispered so softly that Ron barely heard her.

"Huh?" He asked, confused by what his wife had said, "What's true?"

"You'll see in a few minutes, baby," Kim smiled lovingly at her husband, but she had that cat-like look as if she knew a secret that was going to surprise him, "Now let's get this show on the road."

"Right," Ron swallowed hard before giving his wife a fierce hug, "I love you, Kim 'Angel' Stoppable."

"I love you too, Ron 'Neo' Stoppable," She reciprocated as she hugged him back just as tightly, "and I love the sound of that name too…"

'Break a leg, KP," Ron smiled while he ran his fingers through her hair one last time as if it would be his absolute last.

"See you after I finish," She smiled while she gave him a brave nod.

"Let's do this," the two of them had said in unison before departing each other's company.

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The zero hour had arrived…

The time was oh-three-hundred hours, and on the outer edge of the machine city, every single ship in the army of humanity was on stand by, ready to strike at the command of the One. As the hundreds of ships waited for the order, the flagship, the Nebuchadnezzar Two was approaching the fleet.

Onboard the Neb Two, Ron "Neo" Stoppable looked up from his seat behind Niobe and Link. His stomach was turning over yet again as he tried to calm himself down for the coming battle. He looked from the darkened landscape to the star-covered night sky; it seemed so hard to believe that there was a clear sky above, then brought himself back to the battle, wondering how much power the machines must have amassed by this time. Hopefully, he thought, if they were to hit the solar generators first and before the sun rose then they wouldn't have a chance of getting more power to the fleet.

At the pilot's seat, Niobe flipped a switch and turned back to Ron, "Okay, Fearless Leader," She said in the spirit of good humor, "You're on."

Ron was quick to respond, "Alright," he said as he cleared his throat, "this is the last chance. If anyone wants to bail, do it now because after this there is no going back."

There was a moment of silence, but not a single report of a ship moving away from the front lines, no escape pods firing, and no one saying that they didn't want to fight. With no one backing out, Ron saw no other reason to delay.

"Ok then," Ron stated as he stood up, closed his eyes, and opened them again to show their color changing from a normal mocha to that same electric blue that seemed to flood his eyes with energy. "For Morpheus and everyone else hurt or killed in this goddamned war…let's go kick some shiny, metal ass! All ships attack!"

The ships of humanity needed no further encouragement as each of them fired up all of their hoverpads and charged straight into battle, to the outer perimeters of the machine city. As they approached, the Machine City defense grid was coming online. The first line were huge cannon-wielders that shout out the first wave of homing bombs upon the closing ships. As the homing bombs flew, following them were the sentinels that would be the second wave of the defense system.

With the bombs and sentinels drawing closer, Ron went straight for the Internal COM box where he called:

"Okay, KP, let her fly!" He encouraged his wife.

Down inside the Neb Two as the ship rocked back and forth, Kim "Angel" Stoppable was in the room that she and Ron had set up. She looked at the microphones that rocked slightly from the ships movements, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. She opened them as she reached for a small keyboard set on the bed and with one button the music started. It was a soft, lovely melody, just like that of a slow dance and as the song's opening moved on, Kim saw it as her cue to start, and she moved her lips to the microphones.

"I know we've been…friends forever," Kim sang, "but now I think I'm feeling something totally new…"

The first shots of the battle began as the hoverships were shooting down the bombs that were flying at them. The bombs went down easily with one good shot and took down others in proximity. With each shot fired, more of the machines bombs went down and the fleet was advancing ever closer to the machine city with only the sentinels in their way.

After all this time, I've opened up my eyes…

Now I see, you were always with me…

Could it be you and I never imagined,

Could it be suddenly I'm falling for you…

Kim's song could be heard by all those in the fleet, and, as odd as it may have sounded, every man and woman fighting felt more alive after it. It felt as if some kind of force had come over them and they no longer felt any fear, instead they felt hope and most of all…joy. The feeling could be described as warmth that was wrapping around their hearts and made them face the oncoming enemy with new resolve. The Fleet of Humanity felt completely unstoppable.

The impact of the song was not only felt by the soldiers in the fleet; the machines felt it too. The difference was that the machines didn't experience joy and hope, instead the song infected their internal circuits and wires and started to burn them from the inside out. At least until the machines couldn't take anymore and began to explode as well and the first wave fell with the onslaught of the ships and the song of Kim Stoppable, but one element was missing.

It was onboard the Neb Two, who was shooting down incoming bombs and sentinels, Ron "Neo" Stoppable's eyes had changed back from their electric blue luminescence to their original chestnut brown. He felt entranced by Kim's singing, more so than any other soldier in the fleet. It probably was because he knew that this song was about him and the night that he and Kim held each other in bed, or maybe it was because Ron just loved to hear his wife sing.

"Hey, Fearless Leader," Niobe called Ron's attention as she snapped her fingers in front of Ron's dazed face, "I hate to be rude, but you can get your wife to sing to you again after this is over, like when you're NOT DEAD! Right now, care to do the thing you do?"

"Oh," Ron snapped out of his own daze and brought his attention back to the situation at hand, "Right" He said as he closed his eyes for a moment, opened them, and they were once again that electric blue that radiated from his eyes. He raised his hand to the oncoming fleet and with his light-vision, he concentrated.

Could it be you were right here beside me and I never knew…

The waves that the Machine City Defense System were sending at the fleet were being attacked on three fronts. The first from the ships shooting down the sentinels and bombs that were coming at them, then there was Kim's song that melted the machines from the inside out, and then there was Ron's power. The fleet was then right on top of the defense system machines. The large, floating, bomb-firers, the song, the bullets, and the power had made them explode into blue flames that consumed them while they crumbled to the ground.

Could it be that it's true that it's you?

That it's you…

Onboard the Mad Dog, Captain Steve "Kid" Barkin was piloting while the rest of his crew manned the guns. He was pulling extreme evasive maneuvers to avoid the bombs that were coming at him, as well as the sentinels trying to cling to his ship. Yet, as he was turning his ship, he caught a glimpse of something on his holographic projector. There was a sentinel that was flying against the pattern of the other sentinels, like a salmon swimming against the stream. It came out ahead of the sentinels and began attacking the others, and it wasn't just one, soon there were other sentinels, older models that were joining in this machine rebellion.

"What the hell?" Barkin yelled, looking so surprised that he almost let go of the piloting controls, "They're on our side?"

The crew of the Neb Two saw the exact same thing and Niobe was just as confused about what they were seeing: Sentinels, search and destroy machines attacking their own kind. At first her instincts told her that it must be another one of Ron's powers, she as well as Ghost turned to look at the young boy, whose eyes were once again their normal cocoa color.

"Hey, don't look at me…" Ron said, raising his hand defensively at the questioning look that Niobe and Ghost gave him, as they continued their evasive maneuvers as Kim continued her song.

It's kind of funny

You were always near

But who would have ever thought we'd end up here

As the confusion of distinguishing the sentinels from rogue sentinels continued, the human fleet continued to advance ever further toward the Machine City. Though, only a few seconds after the rogue sentinels rose up against their own kind, something was sent to the Neb Two.

Ghost was the first to hear it and report it to Ron and Niobe.

"We have a COM from Zero One Two," he reported.

"Let's hear it," Ron commanded.

"This war ends today, guys," The young and familiar voice of Wade came through the speakers of the Neb Two cockpit and made Ron smile to hear such a voice, "Let's take these suckers down! Mom and I have rallied the human supporters in the city. Kim's song was the last nail in the coffin for them. We're with you…let's finish this!"

"Please and thank you, Wade….and you still rock, dude," Ron said with such a great smile as he mimicked Kim's usual response, "Think you can tell us where these sentinels are coming from?"

"On it's way to your NAV computer now, Ron," Wade replied, "By the way, Kim's really come a long way with her singing. Kick some ass!"

"Let's do it, bud," Ron had replied with a nod before asking of Ghost, "Are the channels still open to the rest of the fleet?"

"Yes, sir," Ghost responded.

"Did you hear that, people?" Ron asked, "Change of plans, forget the solar generators, target the locations added on your NAV systems."

"Roger that," some of the other captains had replied.

"Death from above!" Barkin added as he joined the attacking fleet while the song was still being sung and Kim's voice gave more hope to the soldiers, which burned in their hearts.

And every time I needed you

You've been there to pull me through

Now it's clear

I've been waiting for you

"Think you can trust him?" Niobe asked as she faced the Neb Two to jet past the oncoming bombs and sentinels.

"With my life," Ron stated with great confidence as his eyes changed color once again and he held out his hand. All around the Neb Two, as well as the other ships that were flying over the mountains, the sentinels and the bombs as well as the immense cannons exploded, while the rogue sentinels were unharmed and continued to fight with the fleet.

Could it be you and I never imagined

Could it be…suddenly…I'm falling for you

In the sight that Ron had, he could see the lights getting brighter and bright, until the Neb Two was fully over the mountains and he looked down to see Zero One Two. The entire city seemed like it was made completely of light, and, against the black void of the surrounding area, it looked like a golden nebula floating through space and giving birth to new stars. In its presence, Ron felt overwhelmed by the beauty of it all.

"My God…" He uttered, "It's so…beautiful…"

"Hey," Ghost called Ron's attention back, "You wanna focus here?"

"Right," Ron said bringing himself back to it, "I can see that the brightest points of the city are the areas that Wade had mapped out for us. Let's blow them straight to hell."

"Works for me," Niobe said as she took the controls of the Neb Two and sent it diving after the red targets on the NAV computer.

Above the city of Zero One Two, the Fleet of Humanity came over the target areas and dropped their entire payload of weapons because they wouldn't get a second chance if they didn't destroy them now.

Could it be you were right here beside me and I never knew

Could it be that its true that it's you

The first targets that the fleet was after were repair drone buildings, which, from a distance, looked like a very oddly shaped beehive. Though it didn't matter what it looked like since in the next second it was blown to bits and the repair drones along with it.

After destruction of the repair drone hives, Sentinels were deployed while inside their hornets' nest of a building more Sentinels were being built to counter-attack. It was this very complex that was the next target for the fleet, but they soon saw how tricky that would be with the sentinels coming for them.

"Finish off the sentinels!" Ron shouted out the order, "Destroy them before they rebuild the factories themselves!"

"We're on it!" Niobe snarled as she used moves on the Neb Two that Ron had only heard stories about. Niobe was making ninety-degree turns, flipping the ship over in mid-air, corkscrewing, and so many other tricks that Ron was glad that he was strapped in.
He suddenly remembered that Kim was still standing up when Niobe started flying fancy, but since his ears could still hear the song, he knew that she had to be safe.

He looked out at the beings made of light and switched his vision back so that he could see normally. He saw that the massive cloud of sentinels was growing smaller by the minute. It was thanks to so many things: the four fronts that were attacking them, the song by Kim, the sheer grit of the fleet, the Power of the One, and the rogue sentinels. As the Sentinel Fleet of Zero One Two grew smaller, a slight feeling of relief came over the Neb Two crew.

"We're doing it…" Niobe exhaled as her skin sweated from the sheer nerves and workout of piloting the Neb Two, "…we're winning…"

Then the unthinkable happened…

A voice came in through the COM that made the hearts onboard the Nebuchadnezzar Two drop like cement bricks.

"This is the Mad Dog!" Steve 'Kid' Barkin's voice came through with the radio crackling slightly, "…going down... Mayday…mayday…"

Niobe, Ron, and Ghost looked at the holographic projector and were absolutely horrified by what they saw. It was only until Niobe had swung the Neb Two around to look at the Mad Dog that they saw how truly real it was. It was the Mad Dog, yet every inch of its hull was covered with sentinels; the only parts that were exposed were the hover pads, which the sentinels were cutting off and the cockpit window.

"Hang on, Kid!" Niobe called out as she shoved the controls of the Neb Two forward as hard as she could, "We're coming!"

Because today is the start of the rest of our lives

"Niobe…" Barkin had called over the COM, the scratchiness and crackling still there, but his voice sounding calm as if he found some kind of peace, "you and Morpheus take care of Possible and Stoppable…Ron…Neo…I believe…I know that it was never a dream…"

The sound of the COM from the Mad Dog and the Neb Two was cut off as they watched the sentinels cut the last hoverpad and the ship began to explode. The balls of fire completely consumed the ship and the sentinels as the Mad Dog made its nose dive plummet to the machine city below where it gave one last burst of blue flames.

I can see it in your eyes

"No!" Ron screamed as his eyes fixed upon the burning wreckage of the Mad Dog. Even though Steve Barkin wasn't the warmest of men back in Middleton, Ron still looked up to him in a way. To see his ship, hear those last words, and imagine him dying had set something loose in Ron as his voice changed drastically.

The change in Ron frightened Niobe and Ghost right down to their very bones. They suddenly heard several voices coming from Ron, as if several people had possessed him. The fear was as dense as pea-soup-fog around them as they heard Ron say in that multiplied voice:

"This ends…" He said as he unbuckled himself from his seat and stood up. Niobe and Ghost were frozen as they watched his eyes burn with that aqua colored energy, but that wasn't all. Around Ron's body there was a… a… an aura…of light colored in red, yellow, and orange. The way that the aura was being emitted was like a combination of electrical sparks and the flames of fire.

Oh that it's real, and it's true, and it's just me and you

Could it be… that it's true… that it's you…

The energy that came from Ron felt warm to the sweat soaked skin of Niobe and Ghost almost like the rays of the sun itself, but it still had such a frightening effect when they looked into Ron's spark-spouting eyes. They were almost like the blue flame visible where the fire was the hottest. The aura began to move outward from Ron as if he were a forest fire, it was so much that it made Niobe and Ghost gasp in fear and amazement.

Could it be you and I never imagined

Could it be suddenly I'm falling for you

"This ends…now!" Ron screamed in that multiplied voice as the aura shot outward from his body like a star going supernova, the arcs of yellow, red, and orange light passing through the walls of the Neb Two, not leaving a scratch on the ship, surging through the city of Zero One Two as well as the sentinel army. The beams would pass through each sentinel, and, at first, it looked like they would be undamaged by them as the Neb Two was, but only a second later, the sentinels began to explode.

Could it be you were right here beside me and I never knew.

The explosions were instant and exponential; it started with one, and then erupted into waves in the middle of the attack. There were explosions of red and yellow with black clouds rising up while machine parts fell to the city below. The arcs of energy from the One spread across the sky like fireworks on Independence Day. They were the true sign that the battle was over, and it seemed fitting that the machines were defeated by something so similar to fireworks, since, in the years to come, that day would be called "Neo Independence Day".

Could it be that it's true that it's you

That it's you…

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That was how it ended; the very last sentinel fell to the ground of Zero One Two in a mangled mass of its own tentacles, while over the COM of the fleet, the applause and joy of the soldiers was almost palpable. Onboard the Neb Two, Ron's aura was gone, as was the neon colored energy from his eyes. The attack had taken so much out of the young boy and he collapsed back into his seat while the sweat dripped over his face. As he took a couple of deep breaths, a familiar voice had come through.

"Ron!" He heard Kim's voice and soon felt her body atop of his. He saw her face streamed with tears before she started kissing her husband all over his sweaty face, "We won!"

"Sorry guys," Wade's voice came through the COM speakers, "I said we wouldn't see each other again, but I never said anything about not hearing from each other again."

Wade's smile was so big that it looked like his head might fall off.

"Thanks for the help, Wade," Ron thanked as he pulled himself on to his feet, "But this war isn't over yet…Deus Ex Machina…he's gotta go down before we can have any kind of true peace. He wants us dead…and he'll keep building Sentinels until he kills us all."

"But Ron…" Niobe spoke out, rather worried about the prospects of what was going to be suggested to end the war.

"He's right, guys," Wade agreed, "WE betrayed him, so he'll be after those like myself and mom. If you want this war to be over, you have to destroy him, Ron…you're the only one who can."

"Why does Ron have to do it?" Kim asked bitterly as more tears came down her face, "Haven't we done enough already? Hasn't he done enough?"

"Kim…" Wade stated sadly, "he's the One…he's the only one who has a chance."

"So, I'll need to go to the source," Ron had concluded, "I'll have to jack in, think you can get Link the codes to get me to the mainframe?"

"Ten steps ahead of you," Wade stated happily, but then warned, "But it is dangerous, Ron. Deus Ex Machina is no fool, he has a guardian who will use your greatest fear against you, so be ready for it."

"Thanks for the heads up, buddy. Well then, let's get to it," Ron announced with great enthusiasm as Kim positioned herself so that her husband could get out of his chair. He headed towards the door, but made a small turn to Niobe and Ghost first, "Niobe, get the fleet to cover us while I go in."

"You got it," Niobe acknowledged.

As Niobe relayed the information to the other ships, Ron went down to the Jack Chamber, where Link was waiting for him. It wasn't hard to believe that Link must have overhead the discussion and was ready to serve out his job as Operator one last time. Looking at Link ready to load him in, Ron smiled at the fact that this would be their last hurrah.

"The chair is waiting for you, Ron," Link reported, "Go in there and kick some ass for us all."

Just before Ron went to the semi-circle of chairs, Link held out his hand to Ron and gave a chain, a silver colored chain with little, oddly-shaped objects on it.

"What's this?" Ron asked inquisitively of Link.

"Put it around your neck," Link instructed, "It's a good luck charm that my wife, Zee, gave to me at the end of the last war. She told me that it brought her luck and hoped it would bring me back to her, and it did. I'm sure that she won't mind you using it this once…now let's get this over with so we can go home and do some serious partying."

Ron gave Link a small nod and smile as he slipped the chain around his neck and headed into the semi-circle of chairs. It was déjà vu all over again as he chose one chair out of them all and got into it as his gaze turned to the fidgeting Kim. He wanted to tell her something and now was a good time as any.

"That was a great song, Kim," He told her rather weakly as he scratched the back of his head, "I really liked it…"

"I'm getting tired of this, Ron…" Kim whimpered as her eyes watered, ready to over flow, "Is it ever going to end?"

"Yes. It's going to end today, Kim," Ron told his wife as he pulled her into a tight hug. He whispered into her ear, "I'm going to go in, fight, win, and come back. When I do, we will never have to fight again."

"First sign of trouble, I'm coming in after you," Kim stated in her 'Kim-ness' as she stroked his cheek with her finger tips, "Our little ones helped me…if need be…they'll help me help their daddy."

She stroked her husband's cheek while her free hand covered her exposed belly. As she did Ron leaned into her, his forehead resting against hers.

"I love you, Kimmie," He whispered as his lips brushed ever so softly against hers. He could feel Kim's body trembling against his, while his ears could pick up a very faint whisper from Kim, and even though he couldn't make it out at first, he knew what she was saying. He could feel it in his heart that Kim truly loved him. Ron pulled himself back into the Jack Chair, and told his wife, "I have to go play hero now."

"Just be careful in there," Kim advised Ron as she laid one last kiss upon her husband's lips. She then went to the back of the chair, took the plug; and was about to insert it, but she said, "Good luck, my love…"

With that, she inserted the plug into Ron's cranial port, and he felt that sharp sting in the back of his head while Link was loading him back into the Matrix with the codes Wade had given to him. The time had come.

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Ron "Neo" Stoppable was about to open his eyes when a very sharp sting erupted across his face. He could feel himself wincing as he wondered where it came from, but as his mind went through the possibilities he heard a voice.

"Dang it, Ron! Wake up!" The voice shrieked at him in such a way that his ears were stinging along with his right cheek. That was when a second impact had struck his left cheek.

Ron could feel that he was lying down on something very hard and flat, which he guessed was a concrete floor from how cold and rough it felt against the back of his head. He slowly stirred and got himself back up to a sitting position as his hand pressed against his stinging face and the other supported him. He opened his eyes, blinked, and by the third or fourth blink, his eyes came in contact with Kim Possible. As he looked at her in his confusion, she slapped him again, a third time, across his already stinging left cheek.

"It's about time," Kim grunted in annoyance at Ron.

"Kim?" Ron groaned, his face throbbing, wondering why Kim was like that when a few minutes ago she was kissing him, hugging him, and wishing that he didn't have to go into the Matrix. It was even more confusing when Ron looked at Kim from head to toe and noticed that she was back in her old mission clothes. The tight black shirt, black gloves, combat boots, and loose fitting cargo pants, the very clothes that Kim was wearing before she and Ron were freed from the Matrix, but why? Why was she wearing them, Ron had thought, and why was she mad?

"Don't 'Kim' me, Ron;" Kim hissed angrily, "You screwed up worse than usual!"

"I don't understand…" Ron shook his head, but then looked down with equal confusion to find himself in his old mission clothes as well. 'What is going on?' he thought, utterly bewildered by his situation, 'What in the hell is happening?'

"Oh that figures," Kim rolled her eyes at Ron's confusion, "We had them, Ron. We nearly had them!' Her voice practically screaming at him, "Drakken and Shego were right there you know? We had them and the device that they stole from the Merovingian right there …and then you happened!"

"Drakken?" Ron thought quietly as he looked around, "Shego? The device from the Merovingian? That was six months ago…" He continued to look around and found that he was in that hideout where he had the first glimpse of his power of the One. Yet, that question of why he was there still persisted.

"And while you were lying there unconscious," Kim continued on her angry rant against Ron, "I became late for my date with Josh! I think he even rented a hotel room for us for our anniversary, but leave it to you to screw it all up! You're so pathetic that it's no wonder no girl will even look at you!"

"It's not real…" Ron shook his head as he remembered where exactly he was, before he looked up at Kim and asked, "Don't you remember, KP? The Matrix? Neo Zion? Your parents? The Oracle? Our wedding?"

"Oh great," Kim rolled her eyes once again, "The idiot's head's worse off then I thought…" Kim paused as she clicked her tongue and looked down at Ron with surprised shock, "Wait…our wedding? Our wedding? Are you getting fresh with me, Stoppable?"

"Kim," Ron said with such earnest as he got back onto his feet, but, as he got up onto one foot, he was soon met with a sharp kick to his crotch. The impact went beyond pain for Ron. It did seem unfair that women never had such physical weaknesses, but in retrospect having one's balls kicked did feel like two water balloons exploding in his body, and that wasn't the end of it. Kim then brought down her elbow onto Ron's neck, which coupled with the pain between his legs was enough to send him down to the concrete floor.

"Stay down, loser!" Kim sharply growled, her emerald eyes burning with such fury, "I'm Josh's girlfriend! Someday, I'm going to be his wife! The only time I'd marry you is obviously in your dreams! I thought you could be mature…I thought I could trust you to be my best friend and not overstep your boundaries. Yet again, I've put too much faith in you."

"Wade warned me about this," Ron thought as he grinded his teeth from the pain in his neck and between his legs, "he's trying to trick me…but what if this isn't fake?" Ron opened his eyes and continued to endure the pain as he glanced up at the angry redhead.

"You're not…my Kim…" he told her rather defiantly.

"What was that?" Kim snarled as she narrowed her eyes at Ron.

"I said," Ron grunted in getting back to his feet, "You're not my Kim…"

"Delusional…" Kim shook her head before she grabbed Ron's arm, looked him in the face and said, "and annoying." She finished by throwing Ron over her shoulder, the small of his back hitting hard against the concrete floor. The pain from the impact only intensified with his other injuries.

"It's over, Ron," Kim growled as she stood glaring down at Ron, who was still writhing in pain, "our friendship is over."

"SHUT UP!" Another voice echoed through the hide-out.

Ron turned his head, scraping it against the concrete floor, but smiled when he saw another Kim standing there. The Kim that he remembered, who wore that deep, red leather trench coat, red-tinted, reflective, oval sunglasses, the skintight, black leather vest that zipped up the front and showed off her bare midriff, and the matching, skintight black leather pants that hung low on her hips showing off the curves of her lower body. Though the look on her face showed no signs of the gentleness that Ron remembered a few minutes ago; this time it contorted into a demon's mask of rage.

To Kim, when she came into the Source after seeing Ron in trouble on the coded screens, seeing the scene that she was witnessing, and to hear the words from… herself. Such words coming from lips and a voice that were hers, but at the same time not hers. She knew that Ron was in trouble, but she never, in her wildest imagination, would have expected something like this. It wasn't Ron's nightmare…it was hers. It was the one that she'd had even before she was freed from the Matrix. Seeing herself like that, the rage began to bubble and rise to the surface, more so when she began to think and realize that, at that time back then, she never considered it a nightmare.

There were times when she wanted to hit Ron, hurt him, and just push him out of her life in general. Yet, the part of her that already knew what he meant to her simply pushed those horrible thoughts away as much as possible and tried to bury them. Unfortunately, just because the feelings were shoved aside or buried didn't stop her from being cruel from time to time. In the time that she'd been with Ron, both in and out of the Matrix, those thoughts only added guilt to her being with him, especially after how horrible a person she was to him. She started to feel that she didn't deserve him for all the dark and evil thoughts that resided in the depths of her heart.

As she looked over at her other self, she soon realized that the girl she was looking at represented everything that she hated in herself; her ego, her vanity, her selfishness, and her immaturity. That was when her rage had exploded.

The "other" Kim, Kim Possible, didn't know what had hit her as Kim "Angel" Stoppable closed the distance between them in a heartbeat; she lifted Kim Possible off the ground with both hands around her thin neck. She took one hand away so she could take off her red-tinted sunglasses. She looked at Kim Possible with her emerald eyes so her copy would know the burning hatred that was held within them. After Kim Stoppable gave Kim Possible one good look at her eyes, she choke-slammed her down onto the concrete, cracking the floor under her. Once Kim Possible was down, Kim Stoppable straddled her belly like a saddle, pinning her copy to the hard floor.

"I hate you…" Kim hissed at her copy as she reached up and slammer her clenched fist down upon her enemy, "I hate you…"

Her repetition grew louder as she continued to slam her fists against Kim Possible's face, one after the other.

"I hate everything you are…" Kim "Angel" Stoppable continued to hiss, her voice starting to tremble, her fists feeling the bones in Kim Possible's face begin to splinter, completely ignoring the blood that was spilling out with each blow, "You never knew what you had…you always wanted more…YOU NEVER KNEW!"

Kim Stoppable continued to pound blow after blow into Kim Possible's face, until blood, teeth, and even skin began to fly from her. As she kept up her beating, tears began to stream down her face, sniffling each chance she got between blows, and the punches started to make more of a sloshing sound rather than hard thuds, until the body underneath could do nothing but twitch.

"You had everything!" Kim Stoppable shrieked at the bloodstained and now headless body that was Kim Possible, "Everything! I hate you!"

"Kim," Ron's gentle voice spoke from behind her as an equally gentle hand reached out and set itself upon her shoulder. Kim "Angel" Stoppable turned away from the twitching, lifeless body and into the comforting arms of her husband as she let her tears fall, sobbing uncontrollably into his chest.

"I heard…" Kim blubbered, sniffling between each word as she looked back at the pulverized and bruise-ridden body of Kim Possible, "…a saying…you can't love…if you don't…love yourself. How can I…how can I love…you…if…if…I hate myself?"

"The answer is simple, really," another voice spoke up before Ron could answer his wife. The two of them looked in the direction of the voice and there they found the Oracle walking toward them with a smile on her face as if they were meeting by accident in public, "That girl wasn't you, Kim, at least not anymore. That girl there…was Kim Possible…a girl so self-centered that she couldn't see past her own ideology of doing anything without anyone's help. While you…Kim "Angel" Stoppable, believes in the power that comes from the connection with your husband and children, no longer foolishly believing you can do all. Where once was a selfish girl longing for attention out of fear of being along now stands a woman, who stands at her husband's side as his companion and partner. You've done things in the past that you regret…and that is what makes you a different person from the body down there." The Oracle motioned to the battered body, which began to degrade into its base code as they watched until it blew away like so much dust in the wind.

"You're not the one I have to fight…" Ron asked, very worried about what the answer might be, "…are you?"

"Oh, heavens no, Ron," The Oracle chuckled at the boy's frightful question, "I'm just here to open the door, so you can clean up the mess left behind years ago." She then rummaged through her purse, pulled out two green mints, and asked, "Candy?"

"I don't think…" Kim started to refuse when Ron's hand had reached out to the Oracle's hand and took one of the green mints.

"Ah, candy," Ron smiled as he started to wrestle with the clear plastic wrapper, obviously unable to break the plastic film covering the sweet inside. He then turned to Kim and asked hopefully, "Um…could you help, KP?"

"Stop bullets…" Kim smirked as she took the piece of candy and started to unwrap it, "…fly… destroy hundred of Sentinels with a gesture …and he can't get into a piece of candy."

"Some things change, and some things never do, right Kimmie?" The Oracle smiled at the young couple, "Everything that has a beginning also has an end, but for every end also there is the beginning of a new tale. This is the way of things both human and machine. This story….your story…is coming to a close, children. You both have come a long way since that day at that pre-school under the shade of that oak tree…I've watched you the whole time, you know? You've done such good, saved so many before and after you learned the truth of your existence. You are both the stuff of legends and will be talked about generations into the future."

The Oracle held out her hand towards the nearby wall, and the codes reformed into a door. Yet, to the eyes of Ron "Neo" Stoppable, it was no ordinary door; this one was made of light, every line of the code blazed like the sun itself. The déjà vu was coming back over him, he knew that the door; he had walked through it six times before.

"There is your path, Neo," The Oracle spoke to Ron, "you must travel this final mile alone, with only the knowledge of your family and friends awaiting your victory. Finish what has begun…should you win this battle…great will be your reward."

"We're going in together," Kim stated firmly.

"Sorry, Kimmie, but you can't, not this time," The Oracle stated regretfully, "This is Ron's fight. Besides, once he goes in, he'll need a reason to come back out."

"I won't let Ron…" Kim stated just as Ron stepped forward towards the newly formed door.

"Then let's get to it," Ron stated firmly, "Kim, return to the ship. Don't worry, I won't be long."

"Ron…but…but…" she stammered, reaching for his hand as if she didn't want to let go of it ever again, "What…what if…"

"I'm coming back, KP," Ron had told his wife as he leaned into give her a small kiss on her cheek, tasting the tears that she was shedding, "Trust me, Kim…trust…and believe in me…that's all I ask."

Kim looked up at Ron, knowing that she should believe in him, because he believed in her so many times before. She then turned her gaze downward to the concrete floor in defeat.

"I do…" Kim whispered as she pulled Ron into a rib-crushing hug, she only wished that she could have stayed like that, in his arms forever, "I do trust you and believe in you…so don't let me down, Ron…I'm…we're all counting on you."

"I won't," Ron whispered back as he broke the embrace, "You better get back…I'll be home as soon as I can."

"Okay," Kim said rather weakly, still unsure of the outcome of it all, "just be careful…I love you…Ron Stoppable."

"I will…" Ron responded, "I love you too…Kim Stoppable…"

With that, The Oracle had taken Kim's hand and led her down to the other end of the room and out of sight. Leaving him behind with only the door of light in front of him. He looked at it, bringing his forearm over his face to shield his eyes from the light as he approached the door.

"Well…" he said to himself trying to give himself a really good reason as any to go through, "it's now…or never…"

He took his forearm away from his face, endured the pain of the light in his eyes as he reached for the doorknob. His fingers encircled the door knob, his wrist turned it, and his arm pulled the door open. With the door opened and being nearly blinded by the light beyond it, he closed his eyes, and stepped through the door.

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Ron had always heard stories of people who had near death experiences where they would usually go through a dark tunnel with a bright light at the end. Who knew that he would be experiencing the same thing without dying? The Oracle knew, more than likely, as Ron had thought about it. He felt the bright light starting to dim and he took his arm away from his face and opened his eyes.

He found himself in a very odd environment; it looked like the lobby or perhaps the front foyer of some great building. Out of instinct, he looked behind him and found that there were no doors whatsoever to the outside. Then out of the corner of his left eye, he saw a window in the circular wall of the foyer. He went to it and found it to be one of those sliding glass doors. He opened it, feeling a cool breeze as he did so. He saw clouds and blue sky beyond, but then he looked down and found nothing but a sky blue void that stretched downward, outward, and upward to infinity. He brought himself back in and quickly closed the glass threshold thinking that he would never open that door ever again.

Remembering that this was supposed to be the Source, he decided to have a look around. In the foyer was a front desk with no one there. The few chairs behind the desk had been pulled out as if someone had been there recently, but Ron could feel nothing that would explain the emptiness around him.

As Ron moved around, he found that he wasn't in his old mission clothes anymore, instead he found himself back in his Matrix clothes: his long black duster that buttoned up from his waist, as well as the pair of sunglasses in his pocket, though since he was indoors, it didn't exactly make sense to put them on.

"Now, this really should have been expected," Ron said to himself as he went past the front foyer to, what he gathered, was the center of the bottom floor. At the center, he saw what looked like a Japanese rock garden, complete with a waterfall, bamboo plants, coral at the bottom pool of the waterfall as well as a big, stone turtle, and sand raked up to look like so many waves. The sound of the water running echoed, which made Ron look up and gape as the walls seemed to stretch on forever.

Looking to the left, Ron saw the opening of a wide ram; his eye followed the edge of the ramp, and soon saw that it became a stairwell. Seeing no other way, he walked onward and upward with the trickling water of the Japanese garden echoing below him.

He came to the first level of what have been the Source. He tried looking around at it in code, but only caught a glimpse of it before he had change his vision back to normal. The code wasn't green like it was in the Matrix; it was white, a burning white that if stared too long could permanently blind anyone looking.

He found the first level a little confusing when he looked around and found the place to be just like a library. There were tables and chairs around the ramp stairway while against the circular walls were shelves upon shelves and rows upon rows of books. The Source, the Machine Mainframe; of all places it could take the form of, it had to be a library. Then again, as Ron thought about it, it did make sense; therein, the books would contain information that would probably take lifetimes to sort through.

Only, it was no time to stop and smell the ink and paper, he had to search. He looked up towards the ceiling of the first level and found a sign that read:

# - Ab

"Deus ex Machina…" Ron thought to himself, "Must be a few levels up."

As Ron walked, he heard a song being played, it was soft like the songs that were played in doctors' waiting rooms or in supermarkets. He recognized the song and even gave a humorous scoff when he heard the intro coming from the multiple speakers in the ceilings of each level: The beginning was a soft piano before the melancholic lyrics started:

I can't stand to fly…

I'm not that naïve

I'm just out to find…

The better part of me…

I'm more than a bird…

I'm more than a plane…

I'm more than some pretty face beside a train..

And it's not easy to be me…

Ron continued to walk up the spiraling ramp, past each level he came to. It seemed that he was going in circles until he came a certain level; he didn't know which one it was, as he had lost count somewhere between sections "Be – Bi" and "Co – Cu". All that mattered was that he found the sign reading:

De – Du

"It has to be here," He thought to himself as he came off the spiraling ramp, walked past the tables, and was about to start his search. However, before he could start in earnest, he happened upon a table with books scattered across its surface. He stopped to look at the table out of a sudden curiosity he had, as if the table was calling to him. Chairs near that table were pulled out as if someone was sitting there, reading those books, and then got up and left for no apparent reason. Ron looked up and saw that there was no one around.

"Hello?" Ron called out, hoping or perhaps dreading that someone would be around. Instead his voice echoed back to him, and the lyrics of that song continued to play.

I wish that I could cry…

Fall upon my knees…

Find a way to lie…

About a home I'll never see…

It may sound absurd

But don't be naïve

Even heroes have the right to bleed

I may be disturbed…but won't you concede

Even heroes have the right to dream

It's not easy to be me.

Up, up and away…away from me

It's alright…you can sleep sound tonight

I'm not crazy or anything..

I can't stand to fly…

I'm not that naïve

Men weren't meant to ride

With clouds between their knees

I'm only a man in a silly red sheet

Digging for kryptonite on this one way street

Only a man in a funny red sheet

Looking for special things inside of me

Inside of me…

Inside of me…

Yeah, inside of me

Inside of me…

I'm only a man

In a funny red sheet

I'm only a man looking for a dream

I'm only a man

In a funny red sheet

And it's not easy, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm…

It's not easy…to be…me…

Ron couldn't help his curiosity and sat down at that table to look at what books were laid out there. As paranoid as it may have been at the time, it seemed that it was all laid out for him, like a hot breakfast buffet waiting for him. He didn't want to think about who did it as he began to pick up the books, one in each hand, read the title and set them aside to pick up another.

"Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" by J.K. Rowling

"Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets" by J.K. Rowling

"Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban" by J.K. Rowling

"Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" by J.K. Rowling

"Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix" by J.K. Rowling

"Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" by J. K. Rowling

"Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" by J. K. Rowling

"Heh," Ron laughed to himself, "Someone's a really big Harry Potter fan…shame I can't take these books with me…my little girls might love them."

He began looking through the other books that were on the table:

"Activating Evolution" by Dr. Chandra Suresh

"Out of Control" by Kevin T. Kelly

"Evolutionary Psychology"

"Simulacra and Simulation" by Jean Baudrillard

"Through the Looking Glass" by Lewis Carroll

"The Complete Animorphs Series" by K. A. Applegate

Ron then came upon three other books that seemed truly odd to him. It didn't occur to him how odd until he picked up one of them and took a good look at the cover artwork. He saw… himself… yes… He had to blink a couple of times to make sure he wasn't seeing things. There he was, Ron Stoppable, on the cover of the book; he was also saw Kim and Rufus with him. Yet, at the same time, it couldn't have been them, because Ron was wearing a red tunic wielding a sword, whose blade was a red glowing shaft of light. Even Rufus was out of place, wearing some kind of brown robe and wielding a similar laser sword like Ron, but it was blue with one blade on each end. Kim was the strangest of all, wearing some kind of green and black futuristic outfit that clung to her body, and holding a futuristic-looking gun in her hand, But, the icing on the cake of strangeness that Ron was experiencing was in the title:

"Star Wars: Knights of the New Republic"

By

Classic Cowboy

"Knights of the New Republic?" Ron asked himself, becoming more disturbed as he looked at the last two books. The second to last had himself as well as Kim on the cover, but in the background there were the faces of robots along with the faces of five young boys. He looked at the title:

"Silent Wars"

By

Turles

Setting that one aside, Ron then looked to the last book's cover. He saw himself, but it disturbed him in how he looked. In the background, the sky was cloudy and looking as if it was about to rain. Then there was Ron in the foreground in those clothes that he wore in his Middleton days, the cargos, black shirt, and the red and white jersey. Yet, around Ron's face there was a blood soaked bandage covering his eyes with more blood running down his face like tears. Then there was the outstretched left hand that was also covered in blood as if he dipped his hand into it. He then looked to the title:

"Paragon"

By

Jao

"What the…" Ron asked as he opened the book to the first page and read, "Paragon….noun…a model of excellence or perfection of a kind; a peerless example."

He flipped open the book and found an illustration that caused him to drop the book and back away from the table. The image he saw seemed as real as it was unreal. He saw Kim standing over him, knife in hand, and raised above her head. To make it even MORE disturbing, Ron had actually watched the illustration move in the page, watched as Kim was plunging the knife into him, stabbing him…killing him…

"What the hell is this!" Ron asked in his panic, shocked by what he had seen.

"They are other lives, Mister Stoppable," A voice answered his question.

The very sound of that voice made his very blood run cold in his veins. He still had to look. He turned his gaze up and there he was, Agent Smith once again, but different now. He was still wearing that black and white agent's suit but he was without his sunglasses, and in the crook of his left arm were two books.

"These are events that haven't taken place in your life, but could have," Smith finished his explanation as he came closer to the table.

"Smith…" Ron snarled, his eyes narrowing as he took his defensive fighting stance.

"Yes, but you can relax," Smith explained as he waved his hand at Ron, telling him nonverbally to calm down, "I only wish to speak to you before we have our 'climactic battle of good and evil', if you don't mind. I was just out looking for more books and I found this one to be very interesting."

Smith laid down a book upon the table that had no cover artwork on it, only the title imprinted in gold letters like so many older books in libraries:

"The Batman"

"I don't understand," Ron stated, staring at the suited man before him, "You should be dead…I destroyed all the copies!"

"Indeed Mister Stoppable, but you should remember the key word there: copies," Smith pointed out with a playful smirk as he took a seat opposite Ron, "I must confess that you and Miss Possible have the most interesting books here."

Ron sat down and began to think about why Smith was there, was he the guardian? He tried to see the code of the Source, like trying to stare at the sun without going blind. He only saw a small glimpse, but then saw that the code around Smith was just like the source, all made of light. Yet, seeing that code, Ron came to a very startling conclusion, and he sat down across from Smith.

"You're the first…aren't you?" He asked, trying to confirm his suspicions of it all.

"Yes," Smith answered as he opened up the second book that he had been carrying, "Yes, indeed. I see that some of my wisdom has entered your pathetic cow brain, but I think you should already know by now that we are alike. Tell me…are you familiar with the story behind the original Matrix? The Failed One?"

Ron nodded.

"Well then," Smith continued as he turned the pages of the book, "do you know why it failed?"

"It was too perfect?" Ron gave the guess that he had.

"Wrong," Smith shook his head, never taking his gaze away from the open book he had, "it wasn't that different from the version that went offline recently. Though, it was a bit more…colorful. However, that's not the real reason of why it failed. Mister Stoppable, not even close… would you care for me to elaborate… or… would you like to jump to the part where we beat each other to bloody pulps?"

"What happened?" Ron asked, his curiosity peaked to know the why, and what had happened at the construction of the first Matrix. He watched as Smith closed the book that he was looking through, leaned over, and set it in front of Ron.

"Read," Smith instructed as he leaned back in his chair.

Ron picked up the book Smith handed to him. It was a thick, hardcover book with a shining new book jacket that was completely black except for the bright green Matrix code that ran from the top to the bottom of the cover. Amongst the green Matrix code there was the title printed in jagged green text:

"The Matrix: Genesis"

Ron looked back up at Smith.

"Read page six-hundred-sixty-five," Smith instructed.

Ron flipped open the book to the page that Smith told him and read:

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Page 665 Matrix Genesis

"You have a choice, Smith," The Architect explained, "You can go to the source, choose a number of your choice humans, male and female, instruct them to build a city on the location I shall give you thus continuing the series with the upgraded systems of the Matrix…or…go back into the Matrix and let mankind die…your choice…of course."

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" the young man asked removing his sunglasses to glare at the old emotionless man.

"You don't," The Architect stated coldly.

"Fine, I'll play it your way," Smith snorted, "if nothing else, it will buy mankind time to rise up against you monsters."

With that, Smith entered the door…and the source. The light from the door was too much for his human eyes to stand, but soon enough, the light had cleared. Smith took his arm away from his eyes and found that the Source, the Machine Mainframe, was a library. He looked all around him to find shelves of books, volumes upon volumes of books. The mass of knowledge beyond anything his human eyes had ever seen.

"It's time to choose your people, Smith," The Oracle told the One named Smith, "Name the first heroes of Zion."

"You know what, old hag?" Smith asked turning towards the Oracle, with an evil grin stretching across his young face, "I choose…option C…"

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"What happened next?" Ron asked nervously as his eyes looked up at Smith and back down to the page, rereading it to see if it was real.

"Turn the page and see," Smith instructed as he crossed his arms.

Ron took a deep breath and turned the page, his stomach turning and twisting with the fear of what he may find on that page.

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Smith used his power, the power of the Anomaly, the Power of the One, and absorbed all the knowledge in the library. With every book in the Source, he separated himself permanently from his human body, forsaking his human birth…and his human heritage. With the power of the One, plus the power of the Source, Smith…recreated the Matrix. A Matrix filled with darkness and pain and exiled the Oracle along with her followers into the dream world of man.

In this day, the Second War of the Machines began…

Smith was destroyed…

From his ashes rose…Deus Ex Machina.

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"Why are you showing me this?" Ron asked as he glanced up again at Agent Smith.

"The Oracle once said everything that has a beginning has an end," Smith stated with a board sigh, "You cannot face the ending of this conflict, Mister Stoppable, unless you know the beginning."

Ron still gazed at Smith still in confusion.

"Let me clarify things for you, Mister Stoppable," Smith continued as he stood up, "I was once like you. I was born to a pair of loving parents. They treated me well, but I was less than popular, I always knew this paradise wasn't real. I had nothing, but a best friend who I loved. We were freed together, but when my time came to face the Architect…she died…so that I could face my destiny. I faced it…and I took control of it…and every other pathetic and weak human that there was and ever will be…"

"But why?" Ron asked as he stood up, "Why not save them? Why cause so much pain and suffering?"

"Why?" Smith answered back sounding confused, "Why should I, Mister Stoppable? If anyone knows what it's like to be looked down upon like dirt, it is you and I. What has this world ever done for me? Took her away from me, like it will take Miss Possible…I'm sorry…Misses Stoppable away from you. Pain is the nature of man, Mister Stoppable. To be alive…is to feel pain."

"Did you ever tell this girl how you felt?" Ron asked with a very cool demeanor.

"You know, between reloadings, I've taken up a hobby here, Mister Stoppable," Smith stated as he sharply changed the subject, "you and Miss Possible have very interesting parallel lives. I do not know if these dimensions are real or just events…products of overactive imaginations, but you and Miss Possible seem to have active lives in these worlds. In some worlds, you are darker than anything that even I could conceive, you and her are driven insane or even to suicide. While in others, one of you are raised to be great heroes. Even some that are known to us here, such as Spider-Man, Batman, Captain America, the Avatar of the Crow, even those of legend like vampires and werewolves. There was even a story where you two were secret agents, you being codenamed after a snake and Miss Possible after a fox… appropriate… wouldn't you say?"

That's when it occurred to Ron…

"You never told her," he said to Smith, his conclusions bordering upon earth shattering for him, "You probably even fought before you went to the Architect. That's it, isn't it? You already planned on using your power to take control, to take revenge, and she fought you for it, didn't she?"

"You know nothing, boy!" Smith snapped at Ron, his shoulders rising and falling with the rage that was building within him, "You know nothing about anything!"

"What are you so afraid of?" Ron asked as he reached down to pick up the black and green coded book, "You said yourself, you cannot fact the end unless you know the beginning…so…let's look back a few pages."

"Put the book down and fight me!" Smith demanded, sounding almost fearful of what secret that Ron may find in that book.

Ron didn't listen to Smith's demand; he simply backtracked a little bit to a few pages before the one that Smith had marked and he read the truth about the beginning. He only got a small glance before Smith reached over and knocked the book out of Ron's hands, but it was enough for Ron to understand everything. Ron looked at Smith, whose face was contorted with anger and fury to hide the fear in his eyes. Ron saw it anyway.

"You were the first," Ron began, "Now I'm ashamed to have taken up the mantle that you bore, Smith."

Smith only growled through his teeth that he was grinding.

"The Machines didn't kill her," Ron continued, from what he read on that page, "You strangled her… for trying to stop you… she begged you not to meet with the Architect."

"Shut up…" Smith quietly growled.

"The Machines weren't even at war at that time," Ron went further, "you didn't have to do what you did…you didn't have to face the Architect…you didn't have to declare war…she wanted you to leave with her."

"I said…shut up…" Smith growled a little louder than before.

"The Matrix wasn't what you told us it was, right?" Ron asked, getting closer to the truth, "It was necessary, our own mistakes made our world uninhabitable. The Machines and Humans had made peace. The Matrix was never meant to be permanent. It was just to keep us alive until the world was livable again, but that changed; you wouldn't have it that way, would you? You had to have control…you had to have mankind weak and at your feet."

"I said, SHUT UP!" Smith demanded.

"It's the truth, isn't it?" Ron asked with a smug smirk, "She loved you. She told you so, but you didn't want love."

"I said, SHUT UP!" Smith screamed, jumping over the table like a frog moving from one lily pad to the next and, with his hands stretched out, wrapped his fingers around Ron's neck. With Smith pressed against Ron in his attack, the two toppled over one another into the shelves of books.

"You wanted fear, Smith!" Ron cried out as his body was slammed into one of the bookshelves, which began to lean back, fall over, and created a domino effect for the other bookshelves.

"I am not Smith!" The rogue program declared, his voice echoing throughout the entire library, while the walls, ceiling, and floor rippled around him, "I am Deus Ex Machina!"

"I don't care what you want to be called," Ron grunted as he got up from the rubble of books and shelves, "I'm just going to call you beaten."

As Ron got to his feet, he could feel that aura that Smith was emitting; he was trying to manipulate the code within the source. Ron certainly wasn't a fool and was ready for anything that Smith could dish out. As Ron was preparing himself for this new battle, a new song came on the speaker. It started with a heart pumping beat, great guitar chords, and then the lyrics:

Sometimes when your hopes have all been shattered

And there's nowhere to turn

You wonder how you keep going

Think of all the things that really mattered

And the chances you've earned

The fire in your heart is growing

You can fly, if you try leaving the past behind

Heaven only knows what you may find

"You think you can defeat me, boy?" Smith challenged the confident, young hero.

Dare – dare to believe you can survive

"One must stand," Ron stated seriously, "And one must fall, for neither can live while the other survives."

You hold the future in your hands.

"So be it!" Smith uttered in a deadly tone as he launched his next attack at Ron.

Dare – Dare to keep all your dreams alive

It's time to take a stand

And you can win, if you dare

Smith launched out at Ron and speared the One into a nearby wall. Ron had brought down his elbow sharply and mercilessly onto the back of Smith's neck. The impact of Ron's elbow made Smith tumble and somersault in mid-air, but it didn't detour Smith from slamming Ron against the nearby wall, the impact denting the dry wall and sheetrock into the shape of his outer body before he fell to the book-strewn floor. As Ron fell, certain portions of the sheet rock fell from the wall and onto him, sandwiching him between the books and sheetrock.

"Now who's taking a breather?" Smith had asked mockingly.

Everybody's trying to break your spirit

Keeping you down

Just then a fist broke through the pile of sheetrock, and from the gaping hole rose Ron like a phoenix from his own ashes. His sunglasses were missing; his black duster was dirty with white dust and torn in several places.

"Not a breather," Ron stated defiantly, "just waiting for you to lower your guard."

Smith looked at Ron, very confused by what he meant.

"Like now!" Ron shouted.

While Smith was still confused, Ron rocketed from his position with his fist out like a battering ram in a haymaker Smith's stomach that actually made the program gag as if he was going to vomit, but Ron wasn't done with Smith yet. After he made that sucker punch to his gut, he reached up for the agent's collar with both hands, and floated up into the air with the tie acting like a makeshift noose. However, Ron wasn't about to hang the rogue program. Instead, he used the tie as leverage and swung Smith over his shoulder and back down to the floor where the former human landed on the table they had been sitting at, which collapsed under the sudden pressure put on it.

Seems like it's been forever

But there's another voice if you'll just hear it

Saying it's the last round

Ron allowed himself to come down to Smith's side, and, before the rogue program could get back up, he reached down for the agent's collar and picked him up, pulling him from the rubble. He then lifted himself off the ground again and gave Smith a good hard punch that sent him flying into a pile of books and toppled shelves. Ron watched as Smith slowly got back up from the rubble of books and shelves.

Looks like it's now or never

Out of the darkness you stumble into the light

Fighting for the things you know are right.

"No more breathers," Ron dictated to Smith.

Smith growled in agreement of the new terms that Ron has set. He rolled his shoulders to take off his tattered and dusty jacket and quickly pulled off his tie with one hand and unbuttoned his suit shirt by one button.

Ron nodded back in agreement as he began to unbutton his long black duster, thankfully there were only six buttons to unbutton before he allowed it to fall to the floor beneath him. He even reached up and unbuttoned one button of his suit shirt.

"It's a pity that you'll never get to see your children born," Smith sneered, "but don't worry, I'll send your wife and your spawn right along behind you."

"Yet again, you're making the same mistake you and your copies always make," Ron stated as he took his fighting stance, "You always automatically assume that you're going to win!"

Dare – dare to believe you can survive

The power is there at your command

Ron flew across the library floor, feinting a punch at Smith, but throwing at kick at his side when came within striking distance. Smith toppled over, but he got back to his feet as Ron cocked his fist back.

"Why do you keep fighting?" Smith asked as Ron's fist released and impacted Smith's face, sending out not only blood, but also one of Smith's molars like a spit-wad out of a straw. He spat out the last of the blood before he continued, "We're the same, Mister Stoppable! We are the same!"

"No we're not!" Ron refuted as he grabbed Smith by the neck and lifted him off the ground, "I'm not anything like you! As for why I keep fighting…I'm fighting for KP…and the girl you betrayed!"

Ron lifted himself back up into the air, as high as the ceiling would allow. He then held Smith by his neck before he threw him back down to the debris scattered ground. As Smith rolled over to get back to his feet, blood gurgled from his lips and he spat it out like grease from a big, freshly-squeezed zit over the flat tables and opened books. Smith got back to his feet and faced his enemy, who had already lowered himself back down to the ground.

Dare – dare to keep all your dreams alive

It's time to take a stand

And you can win if you dare

"Mankind will only do it again," Smith growled, "They are nothing but fools…parasites…the world and they will be destroyed again and again."

"Yes, I know, Smith," Ron stated, "As long as there are people in the world, they will always be at risk for genocide, but you know what? Not everyone is a sociopath."

Dare – dare to believe you can survive

You hold the future in your hand

"I know, I know," Smith groaned, "choice…it's all about choice…mankind made its choice years ago!"

Smith dashed towards Ron, but he was stopped when Ron reached out and wrapped his hands around his face, fingers at the ears, palms at the cheeks, and thumbs at Smith's closed eyes.

"Then burn," Ron said coldly.

Dare – Dare to keep all your dreams alive

The power is there at your command

In the back of Ron's mind, he felt another memory from one of the previous Ones, it was Neo. He remembered how he had fought a man possessed by Smith and, in that fight, lost his eyes because of a live conduit wire. With Smith in his grasp, Ron decided to return the favor and pressed his thumbs against Smith's closed eyelids. He began to manipulate the code once again and could feel the tips of his thumbs grow warmer and warmer by the second, until it felt as if his thumbs were on fire, which was when Smith started to scream and then, right under Ron's heated thumbs, Smith's eyes popped. The blood soaked Ron up to his wrist while globs of vitreous humor, blood, and pieces of eye went everywhere . The blood even dripped down Smith's face just like tears while he fell to the floor, his hands at his eye sockets.

"My eyes!" Smith screamed and moaned at the same time, "My eyes! What have you done to my eyes?"

Dare – dare to keep your love alive

Dare to be all you can be

Dare – 'cause there is a place where dreams survive

And it's calling you onto victory!

"Irony…gotta love it," Ron smiled and looked down at Smith's bleeding face and burnt out eye sockets as he thought about Neo when he lost his eyes to one of the Smith copies, "It's over Smith. Give up control, leave the Source, and you won't be deleted."

"It's not over!" Smith snarled defiantly as he stumbled to his feet, his arms stretched out, searching for something to hold onto or perhaps punch. As he got back to his feet, his arms were swinging in every direction that he could without making himself fall over, "It's not over until I say it's over! I'm in control! I'm in control!"

As Smith kept on swinging blindly, Ron just kept sidestepping to avoid each blow.

"It's sad," Ron said as if he pitied Smith, "It really is. You have no clue what you had. That girl…Kira…you honor her memory like this."

"She was weak," Smith hissed as he tried to punch in the direction of Ron's voice.

"Was she?" Ron asked as he continued to sidestep away from Smith's blind punches, "Who gave in? Who gave up on humanity and took it on themselves to destroy it? You say that we're the same? You and Kira were the same…split…down the middle. Only, she pushed away her anger…and was better for it…you, on the other hand…embraced it. So tell me, Smith…who's stronger?"

"You enjoyed it, didn't you?" Smith sneered as he continued to swing blind punches in the hope that one would hit Ron, "when you confronted Mister Mankey's possessed body. You enjoyed breaking his body…the one who will always be your benchmark. KP's first…you must have loved every second of killing the one who took KP's virginity."

Ron had to stifle his laugh as he thought about how Josh "Ares" Mankey met his end. "Funny," Ron told Smith, "It was actually KP who killed him, you know? That's your problem, Smith. You're focused on one thing and never see what else is going on around you."

"You won't win…you haven't," Smith growled, "I'll find a way out…I'll find a way to destroy you and your family!"

As Smith continued to swing blindly in every direction that he could, Ron suddenly felt something shift within the code of the Source, much like feeling vibrations in water. He turned to see where it was coming from and there he saw the Oracle with sweetest smile on her face. Standing around her were four agent programs, originals, as Ron conjectured. Without even asking, he already knew their generic agent names: Agent Jackson, Agent Johnson, Agent Wilson, and Agent Thompson. He watched as the four agents slowly and quietly moved around the blinded former human. Seeing them move towards Smith and all four of them drawing their .50 Eagles, Ron understood.

"You know, Smith?" Ron asked with a smirk on his face that could easily have passed for Smith's, "You've been defeated in battle by one more powerful, making you obsolete. Ironic that you should be deleted by programs of your own design."

"What?" Smith asked, very confused by what Ron meant by that last comment, but then the question was answered when he heard the cocking of four guns and their barrels pushing against his head, "My agents? No…I'm your creator! I'm your master! I order you to…"

Smith was silenced when the four gunshots rang throughout the Source and he collapsed down to the debris covered floor. The blood from his wounds soaked into the carpet, the tables, and the pages of the books. Ron took a deep breath, finally seeing that Smith or rather, Deus Ex Machina, was dead. He turned to the Oracle to share his elation when he found Wade, Sati, and Seraph coming off the ramp stairway.

"So it's finished," Wade concluded from what he saw as he, Sati, and Seraph joined the others.

"Yes," The Oracle confirmed her son's conclusions, "Now, Wade, Sati, Seraph, take the agents and get to work on the clean up."

"You got it, Mom," Wade smiled as he, the agents, Seraph, and Sati started to clean up the floor while the Oracle stepped over to Ron.

"Ron, you didn't have to totally level the place you know?" The Oracle asked playfully as she reached up to pinch Ron's cheek in that grandmotherly fashion she always had, "Now, for your reward. I think you've earned something very, very special."

"Like what?" Ron asked curiously, even though he was exhausted from the battle, while the Oracle patted him on the back.

"You'll see," The Oracle smiled as she hugged the boy, "you've earned it."

Ron was still curious about his reward, but before he could even ask that question, his sight was consumed by a bright light. It was similar to the one that Ron saw when he went through the door to get to the Source. Yet, at the same time, it felt different; it felt backwards somehow, but Ron had no time to think as it was all over instantaneously. The light was gone and Ron's eyes were slowly trying to refocus themselves. After a couple of blinks, his eyes were looking up at the gray interior of the Neb Two. Then, just as quickly, he saw a face that he wondered many times, while at the Source, if he'd ever get to see again: his wife, Kim.

"Ron?" Kim asked, very concerned about the look on her husband's face. She was about to ask him what happened, but before she could, Ron reached up and pulled her down so she was lying on top of him, while his arms wrapped around her in a tight hug. Even then, Kim couldn't ask because Ron had pulled her into the softest, most passionate kiss that she had ever received since their wedding night. At first, she was shocked by such a response, but then simply embarrassed. Why fight such a wonderful feeling?

"I take it you won?" Kim asked as the kiss was broken and she climbed off the jack chair, helping her husband out afterward.

"Yeah, that was what the hug was for," Ron confessed as he got out of the jack chair, "the kiss was…well, I…I never really knew how much I appreciated you until now…"

The two looked at each other and were about to get into it again when they heard a voice from the bridge.

"Kim! Ron!" Niobe's called out.

Panicked by what she would be calling them for, Kim and Ron dashed up to the cockpit where they found Niobe and Ghost sitting in their chairs, but not doing anything. They were just sitting there. Kim and Ron looked out the windows and saw for themselves why they were called up. There was one mother of a glorious sunrise happening with the sun coming over the mountains, bringing with it its warming, yellow rays like gold to be scattered across the sky. As they watched, Link came up to the bridge to watch as well. It was so mesmerizing to them. It was also nothing that the Matrix could create; no one could have imagined that a sunrise could be so beautiful. Even though they could watch the sunrise for sometime now, they knew that the sun was rising on a new day, the first day of a new era of peace.

"Oh, Ron…" Kim gasped as she watched it, "it's so beautiful…"

"Not as beautiful as you, KP," Ron added seriously. The two of them turned and gazed into one another's eyes before they leaned in for another slow and passionate kiss. All the while, over the COM system, every human being and android were united in their uproarious celebration as the sun rose over their newly found peace.

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"And then, under your parents' leadership, and with the help of the people in Zero One Two, mankind rebuilt," Morpheus came to the end of the story that he was telling as he sat in his wheelchair upon the grassy patch in New Middleton Park.

The day had become slightly warm as the sun continued to shine upon the Earth and into the park where Morpheus was telling the tale. His audience was two little girls sitting on his lap, both were six years old and almost identical with their long orange-red hair, hazel eyes, freckled noses, and bright, carefree smiles. Between the two identical twin girls was a naked mole rat jumping up and down and squeaking and jabbering about something.

"I know, I know, Rufus," Morpheus laughed as he waved his hand at the hairless creature, "I was just getting to that."

As Morpheus brought his hand to his lap and Rufus calmed down, there was a little stereo nearby that was playing a soft yet melancholic song as Morpheus ended the bittersweet tale.

Tell me babe, how many do I shed my tears

Every heart, every heart is not gentle yet

What shall I do? I can ever say my loneliness

Every heart doesn't know so what to say on what to do

"Then came the two goddesses whom can do no wrong," Morpheus grinned down at the giggling girls, "Mia and Tia Stoppable."

"You forgot beautiful too," Tia chimed up as she flipped back her thick ponytail of flaming red hair.

"Heaven forbid that we forget that," Morpheus laughed as the two little girls jumped in his lap.

I was afraid of darkness 'cause I felt that I was left alone.

So I prayed for help to the distant million stars

"What happened to the others, Grandpa Morpheus?" Mia asked, looking up with her big hazel eyes as her long and loose ruby-colored hair flowed in the light breeze.

"Well," Morpheus began to answer Mia's question, "Bonnie and your grandparents were given memorials here in New Middleton, in this very park actually. Captain Barkin actually survived his crash and became your father's chief advisor, just under your mother, of course. As for Brick…well…last I heard, he was attempting to find and rebuild Las Vegas. The Oracle took a leadership position in Zero One Two's Command Source where your mother and father as well as other representatives from both sides meet regularly."

Just as Morpheus ended his answer to Mia's question, they heard a faint buzzing noise like the sound of a bee hovering over them. All three of them looked up and there they saw the Nebuchadnezzar Three hovering over them and slowly coming down for a landing in a clear patch of the park not too far from where Morpheus, Mia, Tia, and Rufus were sitting. Even though it had been six years, it still took Morpheus a while to adjust to these new model hoverships. In the old days, both his ships, as well as the others were very grimy, old, and it was a miracle in itself that they flew. The newer ones like the Neb III were smooth all over except for small divots where the hoverpads were located. The whole thing, aside from the pads, looked like a gleaming, white, riverbed stone reflecting in the mid-afternoon sun while its landing gear extended and its pads powered down automatically.

Show me now; what kind of smile do I come across

Every heart, every heart can take a step towards the dream

"Looks like your ride has arrived, children," Morpheus announced as the two little girls squealed and leapt from his lap, running across the asphalt pathway that ran throughout the park and towards the 'parked' Neb Three. While the girls ran, making Rufus hang to Tia's ponytail for dear life, the gangplank had started opening.

All of us what to take a lasting happiness

Whenever you feel sad, I wanna hold you and give you a sound sleep.

When the gangplank met the ground, a tall, blonde headed man with a great smile on his face walked down to the grassy ground. He smiled as the two girls came bolting up to him and jumped into his chest, sending him down to the grass with a muffled thud.

Someday every hearts gonna free and easy

We have peace of mind

Someday all the people find the way to love

"Don't be so rough on your father, girls," A seven-month pregnant, redheaded woman asked of her daughters as she waddled down the gangplank of the Neb Three, "He is getting old, you know."

"Hey, you're older than I am, KP," the man grinned up at the woman with his dancing brown eyes.

The pregnant woman's green eyes flashed in amusement as Mia got up off her father, went to her mother and latched onto her leg.

"That's not true, daddy!" Mia countered her father, "Momma's young!"

Round and round the planets revolve around the sun

And we always seek after love and peace forever more.

"So is Daddy!" Tia argued as she held onto Ron's chest.

"Nuh-uh!" Mia shouted as she clutched onto Kim's leg.

"Yeah-huh!" Tia replied just as heated.

And so the argument went back and forth like that as most arguments among young children, especially siblings, do.

Growing, growing woe baby we can work it out

Look up at the sky, every heart is shinning all today.

As the kids continued to argue, Ron got up from the grass-covered ground and went to his old friend and mentor, who had wheeled up to him in the commotion .

"Time to go, kids," Kim told Tia and Mia and the three of them walked into the Neb Three.

"Thanks for looking after them, Morpheus," Ron thanked his old friend.

"No problem, Ronald," Morpheus grinned, "Trin and Neo will be a little disappointed that they weren't here to play with them. They love their nieces."

"Tell them that they'll get plenty more chances," Ron laughed as he followed his family up into the Neb Three, but not before turning to wave, "See ya, Morpheus!"

As Ron waved, the gangplank of the Neb Three closed up and Ron headed to the bridge. Unlike Morpheus, Ron had little trouble getting used to the new model hovercrafts, especially with how smooth, slick and cushy the interiors were. There was not a single sign of those gray and rusty walls, but rather smooth white walls made up the interior of his ship like the interior of the Enterprise off of Star Trek.

Goes and goes the time goes on were not alone

We'll live on together and we'll find some precious things

Ron came onto the bridge, but stopped in the doorway to watch his little girls huddle around Kim who was singing a very soft a cappella version of "Say the Word" like a children's lullaby to Mia and Tia Stoppable.

Sometime we will smile sometime we will cry somehow

Ron softly stepped from the doorway of the bridge to the pilot's seat as the girls were falling asleep to Kim's serenade. At his station, he sat down and looked back at his girls.

"Ready to go?" he asked softly so that he wouldn't wake Mia and Tia.

Kim nodded as she continued to sing her lullaby to her little girls. As Ron was starting the engines and getting ready for take off, he started to remember the words that the Oracle had told him those many years ago. She told him exactly what he needed to hear… 'great will be your reward'… Looking at his family, he couldn't think of a better reward.

Don't forget believing in yourself

As the Neb Three ascended into the sky, Morpheus watched from his chair, seeing the world, in its entirety, all around him. Everything in the world looked so beautiful that it made him take a deep breath and set his eyes to water slightly. As he was taken aback by the world around him, an all-too-familiar hand placed itself upon his shoulder.

"Something wrong, hon?" Niobe asked her husband, her voice filled with concern.

"No, Niobe," Morpheus answered as he watched the Neb Three fly away home, "For the first time…in such a very long time…"

Tomorrows never die

"All's well with the world…"

The End.

The Kimmatrix: Matrix Shutdown

Author's Notes: Turles

What can I say? It's hard to find the right words to say when I've come to the end of something like this. Especially since it incorporated such fictions as Kim Possible and the Matrix, even now at all times when the show is coming close to an end because of the odd rules that Disney has about how long a show should run. Still, in my mind I look back at this great achievement of fan fiction both on Classic Cowboy's part as well as my own in this creation of this special edition of this fan fiction, though the credit should not belong to me completely, after all Classic Cowboy was the one who thought of it, I only came along and simply made it as great as I could with the techniques, skills, and dedication that I was willing to give to it.

Though, in the last half of making the special edition, I had gone about my writing in a completely new technique for me, where I would take one notebook and write only longhand in that notebook until it was completely full and then type that into the computer. I have to say, that it is something that I accomplished something as disciplined as that. Speaking of which, I had actually managed to make a tally of what I had used in the creation of the Kimmatrix Special Edition:

· 5x College Ruled Notebooks (3x 80 pages, 1x 120 pages, and 1x 180 pages)

· 8x .07 Pilot Vball Grip pens – black

· 9 months of work

· Total typed pages: 551 pages

o Resurrections: 250 pages

o Upgraded: 196 pages

o Shutdown: 175

So that's it, I've come to the end of something incredible both in my fan fiction as well as in my own fandom. I can't help but feel a slight sadness because of this, perhaps it's not just because the Kimmatrix Special Edition is done but because that Kim Possible is coming to an end. A truly wonderful animated series, one that I still say that given to the right people it would have really made a great anime.

Now that I've come to the end of it, the greatest anticipation of any artwork comes to light, to see what the reaction of the readers will be. I know this from my own studies as an English major that this is the tensest part to see what the reaction of your audience will be. Then again, I have learned in my time of writing that one cannot rely on audience reaction alone, otherwise you start playing to the crowd and not to merely do it because you enjoy it, but because you want that same recognition. However, I still wait in anticipation for what the readers here at fan have to say about this collaborative effort for the Kimmatrix.

Turles

Monday, April 4, 2005