Okay, this sprang into my head after reading all those stupif fics where everyone feels the need to kill off GIR.

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With all the technology of the Irken race, both Irken and the technology that they had stolen from the Vortians, of all the PAKs and the control brains and the spaceships, and of all the meaningless nothings of an alien race on Irk, no one had any real idea that the Irken race's greatest achievement were their robot slaves.

The Standard Issue Information and Retrieval unit, or SIRs were small, simply made and obediant. TYhey listened. They did not question. They were intelligent. They were robots. Drones. They had no needs but to serve their Irken masters.

Until Zim came along, and one of the almighty tallest did something that would forever change the history of Irken technology; he made a SIR unit out of spare parts.

With his eyes of joyful cyan blue, his constantly happy exterior, his carefree, child-like state of mind, and his ever growing love of tacos, GIR, as he called himself, was a true work of engineering.

It wasn't because he was as different from a normally malfunctioning SIR unit as could be.

It wasn't because he never listened, unless he felt like it.

It wasn't because he didn't care about sides, as long as he had fun. No. It was nothing like that.

With all its technology and all its love of conquest and all of its strict military training, the Irken empire would never nkow they had created the ultimate being, one that could feel and have fun, something that was always spewing unadulterated joy. The Irken empire would never know what they had created would or could capture the hearts of millions:

a robot with a soul.

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Long live GIR!! Please review!!