Zim's Ruin
Zim had just finished battling Dib and was now talking to the Tallest on the view Screen..He finally decided to ask a question he'd been pondering for some while.
"My tallest, I know that the cloning machines cannot be generated without egg specimen from the mothers. I was wondering who my real mother was."
Both Tallests faltered at this comment and Zim knowing more than they had expected.
"Well, Zim" Red began.. "We don't exactly know about that, you'd have to ask a technician about these things, not us."
Purple Nodded. Of course they knew about it. Zim figured they knew everything about it. They just didn't want to stir up a big controversy about females held prisoner for breeding. This was at least a theory of Zim's.
He finally shut off the communication screen after the Tallests went away to see about a Vecherian ship that collided with a General's brand new ship, and they had to decide the legal action.
Zim lowered his head and sat on the couch with Gir.He had longed to know who his mother was since he figured out the mechanical arm he once loved wasn't capable of producing smeets, but that didn't keep him from plastering a picture on his wall of the cold unfeeling arm that had brought him into the Irken world with a little pink heart at the bottom and Zim hugging it as a smeet. It was hard enough for him to pry into the surveillance cams to get the pic file and print it but he did.
Gir looked up at Zim "Why you sad master..?"
Gir seemed to be much more coherent in thoughts these days and recognized feeling and knew what to say most of the time. Even though he was still crazy about Mexican foods, and now Italian foods had been added to his insatiable palette as well.
Zim flopped over on his side uncomfortably "I want to know who my mother is, Gir." He spoke forlornly. "I can't help but think something bad is happening to her. And I know invaders aren't supposed to love or have relationships with family or even know or care who their family members are, but I do."
Gir looked at him sweetly as if trying to cheer him up. "I remember my mom.. she was the huge machine with the glowing red eyelet in Irk's basement"
"Yes, of course Gir" Zim spoke softly a tear brimming at his left eye and he pulled a pillow up close to him and went to sleep with his mother watching over him in his dreams.
He could hear her weakened voice And feel her withered weak hands fold around him in a frail yet sweet embrace. She tried to calm his tears as he glanced at the tubes that were wrapped around her torso and going inside her body then squeezed his eyes shut and leaned his head into her chest and cried more.
Zim had just finished battling Dib and was now talking to the Tallest on the view Screen..He finally decided to ask a question he'd been pondering for some while.
"My tallest, I know that the cloning machines cannot be generated without egg specimen from the mothers. I was wondering who my real mother was."
Both Tallests faltered at this comment and Zim knowing more than they had expected.
"Well, Zim" Red began.. "We don't exactly know about that, you'd have to ask a technician about these things, not us."
Purple Nodded. Of course they knew about it. Zim figured they knew everything about it. They just didn't want to stir up a big controversy about females held prisoner for breeding. This was at least a theory of Zim's.
He finally shut off the communication screen after the Tallests went away to see about a Vecherian ship that collided with a General's brand new ship, and they had to decide the legal action.
Zim lowered his head and sat on the couch with Gir.He had longed to know who his mother was since he figured out the mechanical arm he once loved wasn't capable of producing smeets, but that didn't keep him from plastering a picture on his wall of the cold unfeeling arm that had brought him into the Irken world with a little pink heart at the bottom and Zim hugging it as a smeet. It was hard enough for him to pry into the surveillance cams to get the pic file and print it but he did.
Gir looked up at Zim "Why you sad master..?"
Gir seemed to be much more coherent in thoughts these days and recognized feeling and knew what to say most of the time. Even though he was still crazy about Mexican foods, and now Italian foods had been added to his insatiable palette as well.
Zim flopped over on his side uncomfortably "I want to know who my mother is, Gir." He spoke forlornly. "I can't help but think something bad is happening to her. And I know invaders aren't supposed to love or have relationships with family or even know or care who their family members are, but I do."
Gir looked at him sweetly as if trying to cheer him up. "I remember my mom.. she was the huge machine with the glowing red eyelet in Irk's basement"
"Yes, of course Gir" Zim spoke softly a tear brimming at his left eye and he pulled a pillow up close to him and went to sleep with his mother watching over him in his dreams.
He could hear her weakened voice And feel her withered weak hands fold around him in a frail yet sweet embrace. She tried to calm his tears as he glanced at the tubes that were wrapped around her torso and going inside her body then squeezed his eyes shut and leaned his head into her chest and cried more.
