'It was this freak accident.
I wish I could forget it.
That caused so much pain.'
The two bottles crashed to the floor.
Gir's doing.
Not realizing what the contents were.
Genes. For clones.
X from Gir, Y from Zim.
Crashing together.
Nothing in the laws of nature made this possible.
And yet...
A small shape began to form from the wreckage.
A...being?
An offspring?
They were both completely mesmerised by the miracle at work.
It slowly sprouted hands, legs, arms, feet, curly antennae.
It had no metal, no electric components.
In fact, it only resembled it's mother in eye color, her magnificent blue orbs staring curiously at Gir.
There was an odd feeling in the air.
Pride?
Possibly, for this small being who, on a logical basis, should not even exsist.
And yet here she was.
It was all so...breathtaking.
Gir carefully picked it up.
She squeaked at the chill of his metal hands, but then noticed her captor, and exclaimed, "Mommy!"
Gir couldn't supress a squeal as he cuddled it to his chest, while Zim looked on with a strange fondness.
Until...
Something was missing.
Something very important was missing.
Her PAK.
How long has it been?
Six minutes?
Two minutes?
Zim's question is met with an answer in the form of a shocked gasp.
The little smeet lay lifeless in Gir's arms.
He set it gently on the tile, and turned away.
Hugging his knees as tight as he could, hiding his face in his hands,
he cried.
Zim secured his arms around him, pulling Gir onto his lap.
The little robot buried his face in his shirt and inhaled deeply.
Zim didnt know what to say at that point.
He felt betrayed.
The softness in Gir's eyes-the absolute adoring look-was like nothing he'd ever seen.
And he feared he'd never see it again.