SNAP. The first sound it heard. The sound of its metallic skull closing. Suddenly, in one instant, awareness dawned on it, drowning it with a flood of ideas. 'Who am I?' it thought to itself. 'Why am I here?'

Its eyes opened. There were images all around it. Three life forms stood before it. Two were tall, one was short. They were making noises, speaking, words that took a moment to comprehend. The language database was not fully set up. It took several seconds to connect the relays. "It's not stupid, it's advanced!" one of the tall ones said. The first words it ever knew. The rest of the conversation, recorded and stored for its use, was now played back for it to hear. "This is GIR, your doombot." "It looks a bit, well, stupid." "It's not stupid, it's advanced!" "I see! I, Invader Zim, will use this GIR to accomplish much doominess!"

'GIR. I am GIR!' it thought. I am 'a doombot', 'advanced'. It took a hesitant step forward. Its legs were not wired correctly either, and it fell, flipping over sideways onto its head. Then the small one, Invader Zim, picked it up by one foot, carried it to the pod.

Zim strapped it in. 'He will take care of me', GIR thought, what must have been an emotion creeping into its brain. Happiness, it was called. Happiness. And another, love. Love for this Zim being.

"Let's go, GIR!" Zim said, pushing the controls. "Off to make doominess on an unsuspecting planet!"

"I'm gonna sing the 'Doom Song' now! Doom doom doom doom doom DOOM DOOM doom doom Doom doom Doom DOOM Do-Om, Doom doom DOoO00OO0OOO0Oo0OOM!!!!!!!!!!!" GIR sang, bopping in its seat.