I'm not sure what compelled me to write this. I guess I was just thinking the weird things I think, and this popped up.
This will follow Zim, as a female, from the Academy to present day and beyond. I'm thinking this will be an odd story. I'm actually making up her past as I go along, and all things will explained in later chapters, believe me. Some things may happen in this that won't fit, but it will be explained later, I assure you. I'm thinking this will be an interesting story, but I want to hear from you. And I'm not going to put on some arrogant speech about how flames don't hurt, because they do. Please, I don't like being burned. But if you really must flame me, then go ahead. I cannot stop you. Just think before you do, m'kay?
Anyways, I'd say that this is, at the moment, during the Irken equivalent of the eighth grade. I dunno.
Well, on with this bizarre story.
Reviewers will get cheeses and flu viruses!
~Beth, wondering when her mind became so messed up.
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UPDATE: Okay, I rewrote some of the parts of the frickin' chapter, so Zim is IC. PLEASE RE-REVIEW PEOPLES, I WOULD GREATLY APPRECIATE IT!!!
Tenn sighed and rolled her eyes as the teacher told everyone to get out their notebooks. As slowly as Irkenly possible, she reached her arm to her Pak to receive the notebook that a robotic arm just deposited. She put it on her dark purple desk and opened it, with no intention whatsoever to actually /write/ in it.
She yawned loudly as the teacher opened her mouth. The other students started snickering and the teacher glared.
"Do you /want/ detention, Tenn?" She asked softly yet threateningly. Her emerald-eyed gaze continued to bore into Tenn, making her flinch.
"N-no, my Teacher." She said, feigning fright. Tenn prided herself for being such a wonderful actress as the teacher slowly walked to the front of the class again, beginning to describe the frightful Cold War that had gone on between them and the Planet Meekrob.
Tenn's friend, El, passed her a note. 'Look at the third desk from the right in the front row if you want to see a freak.' It said. Curious, and feeling quite evil, she looked.
There was Zim, her unadorned, -yet certainly not plain- curly antennae bobbing up and down as her pen furiously wrote /every word/ the teacher said, her crimson eyes narrowed in concentration. If she weren't so short, she could have been considered a beautiful Irken, and perhaps with the bloodline of the Tallest, in another failed attempt to create an heir to the throne.
Like all Irkens, Zim knew nothing of her lineage. However, like almost none, she actually wanted to know. You see, she was quite curious for an Irken. Most just obeyed, and barely even thought, just wanting to serve the Empire. Zim, like most Irkens, wanted to make something of herself, prove herself worthy to the Empire. Being so short, she knew it would be no easy task. But for now, she was content just taking notes, feeling rather smug about the fact that she was the only one, so most likely would be the only one to pass. She didn't even notice the snickers from the third row as the popular girls, Tenn and El among them, were talking about the new 'short freak', and planning to make her stay at the Academy hell.
".And because of Tallest Vich's sacrifices, the cold war was ended. However, not the relationship between Irk and Meekrob. We still want them extinct, and they still want us extinct." Their tall Teacher, Pelle, concluded in a soft voice.
Zim's hand immediately shot up, urgency in her gestures.
"Yes...Zim?" Pelle growled, none-too-happy.
Zim cleared her throat softly. "Well, I would just like to comment on the fact that you failed to mention the events that passed between the years 909 and 913. I'm sure something must have happened then." She meant to say boldly, but her normally strong voice sounded soft and small, which was actually quite fitting for how she was built. It was surprising that someone so small could have such powerful lungs. Zim was desperately trying to become a teachers pet, much as it disgusted her. But she had nothing to lose.
"Ah, well, yes, something /did/ happen then, something significant." Pelle began, "But, the Tallests themselves have forbidden /anyone/ to speak of it." She chuckled evilly. "Oh, if only I were allowed to tell you all, that would get you all laughing till your sides split, and those Tallests would feel even more foolish." At this she laughed even harder, and was met with a chorus of 'Why can't you tell us?' At this, she suddenly stopped laughing, her gaze hardening, "Would you /like/ to be prisoners?" She hissed irritably. This was met by silence. "Would you /like/ me to be executed because of your idiosyncrasy?!" This was met by a general murmur of agreement, however. Regaining her composure, she walked back to the front of the room. "Class dismissed!" She nearly yelled in glee.
Zim sighed as a metal arm came out of her Pak and retrieved her pen and notebook. Another day of notes, another night of studying. Oh well, anything to become something in this world where if you're short you are obsolete and ridiculed. Oh, how Zim would love to laugh in the faces of all those who taunted her when and if she made it to the top.
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Ah, lunch time. When all the young Irken boys and girls were given 'nutritious and delicious' meals. Of this, no student was sure. Not even the ones who were forced to work there as punishment from time to time. The only ones that knew were the Irkens that concocted these 'meals' somewhere in the back of Academy, hidden in the shadows. For most, this was a time to socialize, to see friends who were in different classes. For Tenn's group, however, this was a time to skip meals, to strut their stuff, and to plot against and torment those unfortunate, young Irkens. Zim fell into the last category.
However, she wasn't the only one. Skoodge had just finished getting his lunch and had emerged from the line, triumphant once again with two lunches. To the Gods, he ate a lot. El got an idea. She walked over to him, all innocence and sweetness. Skoodge regarded her warily. He didn't want to get his lunches smashed into his face again, or any variation of this. El smiled reassuringly.
"It's okay," She began. She, too, was a wonderful actress. "I won't be bothering you anymore, nor will any of my friends." She said soothingly. We have a new one to torture." She pointed at Zim, who was busy looking over her notes. "Truce?" She suggested, holding out her hand for him to shake. She was willing him silently, looking sincere.
"I would, if only I knew that you wouldn't torment her, or anyone, in my place. I would gladly take the taunts in her place." Skoodge resolved bravely.
"Ooh, Zim and Skoo-oodge, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G." Said Zee, another friend of Tenn's.
Tenn, quite flustered that Zee had commented first, decided to add to it. "Looks like Zim has a /boyfriend/!" She squealed, feeling quite clever and proud of herself.
Skoodge and Zim were quite flustered by now, Skoodge blushing furiously. He turned his face the ground, trying to hide his now deeply emerald face. But everyone saw this anyways, and more hurtful taunting ensued.
"Skoodge likes Zim! Skoodge likes Zim!" All of the assholes and classmates chanted in sing-song voices, loudly, relentlessly. The teachers were away, as they always were, so no one was there to stop this. No one was there to stop it when a large, muscular male in Zim's class picked Zim up and dropped her in front of Skoodge, which, considering his tallness and the fact he had lifted her as high as his arms would go, was quite a drop. It ended with a sickening crack and a groan.
"C'mon, Skoodge! Help your girlfriend up!" He said, sounding quite happy with himself. But Skoodge did nothing. He merely looked with wide eyes and horror written on his face at the sickening angle Zim's arm was at. She had landed right on her arm when it was at it's tensest; she had been about to punch the male's face. But this had merely caused the fall to do much more damage than it would have, had she been relaxed. Zim ground her eyes shut and tried to keep the tears from falling. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood in a futile attempt to stop the sobs and yelps of pain to escape from them. She tried to think happy thoughts in order to get the image of her mangled arm out of her head. Unfortunately, none of this worked. She screamed in pain, loud enough for some to hear, to get some attention. Everyone just looked down at her, blinking, some looking sick at the sight of her arm. However, at the sound of the scream and taunting, some teachers had headed towards the cafeteria. They gasped when they pushed through the crowd and saw Zim, cradling her arm, sobbing dreadfully. Without a word, the two teachers, one of them Pelle, picked her up carefully and headed for the nurse's office. Before they went through the doors that led to the hallway, they said the inevitable.
"We'll deal with the rest of you later. The security cameras and computers should let us find the main ones responsible for this. They will get the most severe punishment. The rest will be punished as we see fit." Pelle said in her oh-so-soft-yet-still-deadly voice. And off she went with her companion, Ecad, to the Nurse's Office. Because of the amount of pain, like Zim had never felt before, her mind fell to blackness, to beautiful unconsciousness.
She awoke, her vision blurry and her pain muffled. She looked at her arm to see how it was, and was happy that it was in a cast; on it's way to recovery. When she saw her other arm, however, she was a bit disturbed, and very confused. The nurse walked in and squeezed Zim's good hand, which had an IV attached to the wrist. Zim looked questioningly at the nurse.
The nurse smiled apologetically, looking a bit guilty. "I'm sorry. You began to wake only minutes after you arrived, but at that point I was preparing for setting the arm, and I didn't want you to be in pain. In my haste, I accidentally gave you too much sedative. You've been unconscious for four days now. And it's my entire fault. I'm sorry." She explained, her face burning and a dark shade of jade. Zim's vision returned in full minutes later, and she looked at the nurse's face. Her breath was taken away.
She was looking at the most gorgeous Irken she had ever seen. The nurse, whose name was Nyanai, had stunning lavender eyes that were almost almond- shaped. These ended in perfect, thin, long, delicately curled eyelashes that were a lovely shade of violet. Nyanai's antennae were long and reached to her waist, where they ended in an elegant curl. Her pale mint skin even seemed to have a tint of blue in it; the only problem was that she was so...short. She was very short; although taller than Zim at least. Zim wondered why she wasn't a model for the small sizes. After all, she could make a lot more monies doing so. She was, in all essence, perfect. Nyanai smiled sadly, knowing exactly what Zim was thinking.
"Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? You yourself are stunning." She soothed, telling only the truth.
"Let me guess; but no one notices, because I'm so short. They're blinded by the whole height-thing." Zim concluded bitterly, knowing that that was the truth.
Nyanai squeezed Zim's hand, the sad smile never leaving her face. Zim grew irritated and smacked the hand away. "I'm sorry, you have quite a bit of make-up work to do." Nyanai said, changing the subject. She walked across the room, indicating a small pile of papers. Zim groaned. "You don't have to do them yet." Nyanai said, "You can stay here for a few days if you want to. Its rather rare that students are sent to the emergency section of the ward- which is my section- and I get lonely."
Zim smiled happily and immediately agreed. She sighed contentedly, and closed her eyes momentarily, gathering her courage, for she would need it to ask the next few questions.
"In the labs where smeets are created, they have to have the DNA of a male and female Irken; they just can't be created out of thin air, right?" Zim asked, carefully choosing her words.
"Yes." Nyanai said cautiously, eying Zim warily.
"Well." She had to say this calmly, to choose her words well. "I was wondering if you had genetics equipment and could trace my lineage by using some of my DNA." Zim blurted out, all in one breath. Ashamed, she covered her mouth with her hand and groaned.
Nyanai bit her lip. Her mind was racing; part of it told her to tell Zim of her parents, the other part telling her not to. She decided to tell Zim the truth. After all, it pained Nyanai to see her like this.
"I already know who your parents are." Nyanai said shortly, pausing briefly before continuing, "Your father is a respected general...and your mother is a school nurse by the name of Nyanai." There was a moment of silence in which Zim took all this in.
"YOU'RE MY MOM??" She asked, perhaps just a little put off that her mom was a School Nurse. After all, it isn't a very note-worthy job, and Zim was hoping that /both/ of her parents could be an elite soldier, perhaps even Invaders. After the shock wore off, she calmed down, beginning to accept the fact that her mother was a lowly School Nurse.
Suddenly, Nyanai pulled her arms away, and leaned forward. "No one must know of this." She whispered.
"Of course..." Grumbled Zim. After all, she couldn't let anyone know that her mother was just another classification of Slave. Nyanai smiled at her, Zim smiled grudgingly back. The shock still hadn't worn off, and Zim almost wanted this moment to end quickly. Suddenly, a question she had forgotten about popped up in her mind. "Uh, Nyanai, /why/ are you a School Nurse? I mean, those don't make very many monies, and you're looked down upon by the Empire. And I'm sure you could be an Invader, if you actually tried, you know? Being a School Nurse sucks, doesn't it?"
Nyanai laughed, the sound like wind chimes tinkling. "Because, this /is/ really all I can be. It's what my trainers said I would be. And I have to follow orders. Actually, I'm content with this job." She stated matter- of-factly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Zim groaned at this. Because her genes were so /inferior/ that her mother would be so short; that meant that she had a very small chance of not turning out that short.
There was an uncomfortable silence, in which Zim contemplated, wondering if she really should start a companionship with her 'mother'. Sighing, she realized that she had nothing and no one, and that being with Nyanai would most likely improve matter. After a few minutes of this awful silence, Zim began to talk, trying to see if she had anything in common with Nyanai. So Zim told her of the events of most days. In a matter of minutes, she was done on that topic, realizing how boring her life really was. So instead, Nyanai talked of the wonderful cities of Irk, of the accomplishments of Tallests past, and about the dirt she had dug up on Zim's class mate by spying. When Nyanai talked of the latter, Zim began to listen intently, cackling at her class mates' secrets. Perhaps, Zim thought, having Nyanai as a mother won't be too bad after all.
And thus, Zim began to ponder about what her chances of being one of the Irken Elite Soldiers would be if Nyanai tought her how to spy.
This will follow Zim, as a female, from the Academy to present day and beyond. I'm thinking this will be an odd story. I'm actually making up her past as I go along, and all things will explained in later chapters, believe me. Some things may happen in this that won't fit, but it will be explained later, I assure you. I'm thinking this will be an interesting story, but I want to hear from you. And I'm not going to put on some arrogant speech about how flames don't hurt, because they do. Please, I don't like being burned. But if you really must flame me, then go ahead. I cannot stop you. Just think before you do, m'kay?
Anyways, I'd say that this is, at the moment, during the Irken equivalent of the eighth grade. I dunno.
Well, on with this bizarre story.
Reviewers will get cheeses and flu viruses!
~Beth, wondering when her mind became so messed up.
* * *
UPDATE: Okay, I rewrote some of the parts of the frickin' chapter, so Zim is IC. PLEASE RE-REVIEW PEOPLES, I WOULD GREATLY APPRECIATE IT!!!
Tenn sighed and rolled her eyes as the teacher told everyone to get out their notebooks. As slowly as Irkenly possible, she reached her arm to her Pak to receive the notebook that a robotic arm just deposited. She put it on her dark purple desk and opened it, with no intention whatsoever to actually /write/ in it.
She yawned loudly as the teacher opened her mouth. The other students started snickering and the teacher glared.
"Do you /want/ detention, Tenn?" She asked softly yet threateningly. Her emerald-eyed gaze continued to bore into Tenn, making her flinch.
"N-no, my Teacher." She said, feigning fright. Tenn prided herself for being such a wonderful actress as the teacher slowly walked to the front of the class again, beginning to describe the frightful Cold War that had gone on between them and the Planet Meekrob.
Tenn's friend, El, passed her a note. 'Look at the third desk from the right in the front row if you want to see a freak.' It said. Curious, and feeling quite evil, she looked.
There was Zim, her unadorned, -yet certainly not plain- curly antennae bobbing up and down as her pen furiously wrote /every word/ the teacher said, her crimson eyes narrowed in concentration. If she weren't so short, she could have been considered a beautiful Irken, and perhaps with the bloodline of the Tallest, in another failed attempt to create an heir to the throne.
Like all Irkens, Zim knew nothing of her lineage. However, like almost none, she actually wanted to know. You see, she was quite curious for an Irken. Most just obeyed, and barely even thought, just wanting to serve the Empire. Zim, like most Irkens, wanted to make something of herself, prove herself worthy to the Empire. Being so short, she knew it would be no easy task. But for now, she was content just taking notes, feeling rather smug about the fact that she was the only one, so most likely would be the only one to pass. She didn't even notice the snickers from the third row as the popular girls, Tenn and El among them, were talking about the new 'short freak', and planning to make her stay at the Academy hell.
".And because of Tallest Vich's sacrifices, the cold war was ended. However, not the relationship between Irk and Meekrob. We still want them extinct, and they still want us extinct." Their tall Teacher, Pelle, concluded in a soft voice.
Zim's hand immediately shot up, urgency in her gestures.
"Yes...Zim?" Pelle growled, none-too-happy.
Zim cleared her throat softly. "Well, I would just like to comment on the fact that you failed to mention the events that passed between the years 909 and 913. I'm sure something must have happened then." She meant to say boldly, but her normally strong voice sounded soft and small, which was actually quite fitting for how she was built. It was surprising that someone so small could have such powerful lungs. Zim was desperately trying to become a teachers pet, much as it disgusted her. But she had nothing to lose.
"Ah, well, yes, something /did/ happen then, something significant." Pelle began, "But, the Tallests themselves have forbidden /anyone/ to speak of it." She chuckled evilly. "Oh, if only I were allowed to tell you all, that would get you all laughing till your sides split, and those Tallests would feel even more foolish." At this she laughed even harder, and was met with a chorus of 'Why can't you tell us?' At this, she suddenly stopped laughing, her gaze hardening, "Would you /like/ to be prisoners?" She hissed irritably. This was met by silence. "Would you /like/ me to be executed because of your idiosyncrasy?!" This was met by a general murmur of agreement, however. Regaining her composure, she walked back to the front of the room. "Class dismissed!" She nearly yelled in glee.
Zim sighed as a metal arm came out of her Pak and retrieved her pen and notebook. Another day of notes, another night of studying. Oh well, anything to become something in this world where if you're short you are obsolete and ridiculed. Oh, how Zim would love to laugh in the faces of all those who taunted her when and if she made it to the top.
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Ah, lunch time. When all the young Irken boys and girls were given 'nutritious and delicious' meals. Of this, no student was sure. Not even the ones who were forced to work there as punishment from time to time. The only ones that knew were the Irkens that concocted these 'meals' somewhere in the back of Academy, hidden in the shadows. For most, this was a time to socialize, to see friends who were in different classes. For Tenn's group, however, this was a time to skip meals, to strut their stuff, and to plot against and torment those unfortunate, young Irkens. Zim fell into the last category.
However, she wasn't the only one. Skoodge had just finished getting his lunch and had emerged from the line, triumphant once again with two lunches. To the Gods, he ate a lot. El got an idea. She walked over to him, all innocence and sweetness. Skoodge regarded her warily. He didn't want to get his lunches smashed into his face again, or any variation of this. El smiled reassuringly.
"It's okay," She began. She, too, was a wonderful actress. "I won't be bothering you anymore, nor will any of my friends." She said soothingly. We have a new one to torture." She pointed at Zim, who was busy looking over her notes. "Truce?" She suggested, holding out her hand for him to shake. She was willing him silently, looking sincere.
"I would, if only I knew that you wouldn't torment her, or anyone, in my place. I would gladly take the taunts in her place." Skoodge resolved bravely.
"Ooh, Zim and Skoo-oodge, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G." Said Zee, another friend of Tenn's.
Tenn, quite flustered that Zee had commented first, decided to add to it. "Looks like Zim has a /boyfriend/!" She squealed, feeling quite clever and proud of herself.
Skoodge and Zim were quite flustered by now, Skoodge blushing furiously. He turned his face the ground, trying to hide his now deeply emerald face. But everyone saw this anyways, and more hurtful taunting ensued.
"Skoodge likes Zim! Skoodge likes Zim!" All of the assholes and classmates chanted in sing-song voices, loudly, relentlessly. The teachers were away, as they always were, so no one was there to stop this. No one was there to stop it when a large, muscular male in Zim's class picked Zim up and dropped her in front of Skoodge, which, considering his tallness and the fact he had lifted her as high as his arms would go, was quite a drop. It ended with a sickening crack and a groan.
"C'mon, Skoodge! Help your girlfriend up!" He said, sounding quite happy with himself. But Skoodge did nothing. He merely looked with wide eyes and horror written on his face at the sickening angle Zim's arm was at. She had landed right on her arm when it was at it's tensest; she had been about to punch the male's face. But this had merely caused the fall to do much more damage than it would have, had she been relaxed. Zim ground her eyes shut and tried to keep the tears from falling. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood in a futile attempt to stop the sobs and yelps of pain to escape from them. She tried to think happy thoughts in order to get the image of her mangled arm out of her head. Unfortunately, none of this worked. She screamed in pain, loud enough for some to hear, to get some attention. Everyone just looked down at her, blinking, some looking sick at the sight of her arm. However, at the sound of the scream and taunting, some teachers had headed towards the cafeteria. They gasped when they pushed through the crowd and saw Zim, cradling her arm, sobbing dreadfully. Without a word, the two teachers, one of them Pelle, picked her up carefully and headed for the nurse's office. Before they went through the doors that led to the hallway, they said the inevitable.
"We'll deal with the rest of you later. The security cameras and computers should let us find the main ones responsible for this. They will get the most severe punishment. The rest will be punished as we see fit." Pelle said in her oh-so-soft-yet-still-deadly voice. And off she went with her companion, Ecad, to the Nurse's Office. Because of the amount of pain, like Zim had never felt before, her mind fell to blackness, to beautiful unconsciousness.
She awoke, her vision blurry and her pain muffled. She looked at her arm to see how it was, and was happy that it was in a cast; on it's way to recovery. When she saw her other arm, however, she was a bit disturbed, and very confused. The nurse walked in and squeezed Zim's good hand, which had an IV attached to the wrist. Zim looked questioningly at the nurse.
The nurse smiled apologetically, looking a bit guilty. "I'm sorry. You began to wake only minutes after you arrived, but at that point I was preparing for setting the arm, and I didn't want you to be in pain. In my haste, I accidentally gave you too much sedative. You've been unconscious for four days now. And it's my entire fault. I'm sorry." She explained, her face burning and a dark shade of jade. Zim's vision returned in full minutes later, and she looked at the nurse's face. Her breath was taken away.
She was looking at the most gorgeous Irken she had ever seen. The nurse, whose name was Nyanai, had stunning lavender eyes that were almost almond- shaped. These ended in perfect, thin, long, delicately curled eyelashes that were a lovely shade of violet. Nyanai's antennae were long and reached to her waist, where they ended in an elegant curl. Her pale mint skin even seemed to have a tint of blue in it; the only problem was that she was so...short. She was very short; although taller than Zim at least. Zim wondered why she wasn't a model for the small sizes. After all, she could make a lot more monies doing so. She was, in all essence, perfect. Nyanai smiled sadly, knowing exactly what Zim was thinking.
"Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? You yourself are stunning." She soothed, telling only the truth.
"Let me guess; but no one notices, because I'm so short. They're blinded by the whole height-thing." Zim concluded bitterly, knowing that that was the truth.
Nyanai squeezed Zim's hand, the sad smile never leaving her face. Zim grew irritated and smacked the hand away. "I'm sorry, you have quite a bit of make-up work to do." Nyanai said, changing the subject. She walked across the room, indicating a small pile of papers. Zim groaned. "You don't have to do them yet." Nyanai said, "You can stay here for a few days if you want to. Its rather rare that students are sent to the emergency section of the ward- which is my section- and I get lonely."
Zim smiled happily and immediately agreed. She sighed contentedly, and closed her eyes momentarily, gathering her courage, for she would need it to ask the next few questions.
"In the labs where smeets are created, they have to have the DNA of a male and female Irken; they just can't be created out of thin air, right?" Zim asked, carefully choosing her words.
"Yes." Nyanai said cautiously, eying Zim warily.
"Well." She had to say this calmly, to choose her words well. "I was wondering if you had genetics equipment and could trace my lineage by using some of my DNA." Zim blurted out, all in one breath. Ashamed, she covered her mouth with her hand and groaned.
Nyanai bit her lip. Her mind was racing; part of it told her to tell Zim of her parents, the other part telling her not to. She decided to tell Zim the truth. After all, it pained Nyanai to see her like this.
"I already know who your parents are." Nyanai said shortly, pausing briefly before continuing, "Your father is a respected general...and your mother is a school nurse by the name of Nyanai." There was a moment of silence in which Zim took all this in.
"YOU'RE MY MOM??" She asked, perhaps just a little put off that her mom was a School Nurse. After all, it isn't a very note-worthy job, and Zim was hoping that /both/ of her parents could be an elite soldier, perhaps even Invaders. After the shock wore off, she calmed down, beginning to accept the fact that her mother was a lowly School Nurse.
Suddenly, Nyanai pulled her arms away, and leaned forward. "No one must know of this." She whispered.
"Of course..." Grumbled Zim. After all, she couldn't let anyone know that her mother was just another classification of Slave. Nyanai smiled at her, Zim smiled grudgingly back. The shock still hadn't worn off, and Zim almost wanted this moment to end quickly. Suddenly, a question she had forgotten about popped up in her mind. "Uh, Nyanai, /why/ are you a School Nurse? I mean, those don't make very many monies, and you're looked down upon by the Empire. And I'm sure you could be an Invader, if you actually tried, you know? Being a School Nurse sucks, doesn't it?"
Nyanai laughed, the sound like wind chimes tinkling. "Because, this /is/ really all I can be. It's what my trainers said I would be. And I have to follow orders. Actually, I'm content with this job." She stated matter- of-factly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Zim groaned at this. Because her genes were so /inferior/ that her mother would be so short; that meant that she had a very small chance of not turning out that short.
There was an uncomfortable silence, in which Zim contemplated, wondering if she really should start a companionship with her 'mother'. Sighing, she realized that she had nothing and no one, and that being with Nyanai would most likely improve matter. After a few minutes of this awful silence, Zim began to talk, trying to see if she had anything in common with Nyanai. So Zim told her of the events of most days. In a matter of minutes, she was done on that topic, realizing how boring her life really was. So instead, Nyanai talked of the wonderful cities of Irk, of the accomplishments of Tallests past, and about the dirt she had dug up on Zim's class mate by spying. When Nyanai talked of the latter, Zim began to listen intently, cackling at her class mates' secrets. Perhaps, Zim thought, having Nyanai as a mother won't be too bad after all.
And thus, Zim began to ponder about what her chances of being one of the Irken Elite Soldiers would be if Nyanai tought her how to spy.