A/N: Yes, this is a republication of my second fanfiction by this same title. I'm republishing it, however, because I have finally gotten over the little wow-everybody-adores-my-story,-go-me!! mood and took a red pen to it. :-D Hehe, and I also realized just how much this reeeally stank when I first published it... ::laughs:: So, anyway, I really hope people do read and review this, and most of all: enjoy!! ~Taylor
My name is Katie. I won't tell you my last name, or where I live, but it's not because I'm hiding from the Yeerks. I just want my privacy. See, the Yeerks already know who I am.
I am a Controller. Not a voluntary exactly. Well, okay, so maybe I am. But I didn't become a Controller because I'm stupid, or think that humans could never stop the Yeerks so why bother resisting. I knew about the Yeerks even before I became a controller. I knew about the Sharing and what it really was. I knew about Visser 3, and he scared me. He still does. I knew about the Animorphs. I knew about what they were doing.
I'd read all the books, I'd considered each person's opinion, each alien species' opinion. I could sympathize with each. I understood the Andalites' guilt. The Humans' and the Hork-Bajirs' desire for freedom. Those were good reasons to fight.
But I also sympathized with the Yeerks. Not the cruel, evil Yeerks like many of the Vissers and Sub-vissers, but just your average Yeerk. The one who knows it can't ever rise to such a level of power, or who doesn't want to.
The way I figured, we humans had pretty much decided that all Yeerks are like Visser 3, and Chapman's Yeerk, and all your other power-hungry Yeerks. But what about Tidwell and Aftran? All they wanted was to see. To walk. To taste. To hear. What's wrong with that?
Maybe there was something to be said for symbiotism after all.
My name is Katie. I won't tell you my last name, or where I live, but it's not because I'm hiding from the Yeerks. I just want my privacy. See, the Yeerks already know who I am.
I am a Controller. Not a voluntary exactly. Well, okay, so maybe I am. But I didn't become a Controller because I'm stupid, or think that humans could never stop the Yeerks so why bother resisting. I knew about the Yeerks even before I became a controller. I knew about the Sharing and what it really was. I knew about Visser 3, and he scared me. He still does. I knew about the Animorphs. I knew about what they were doing.
I'd read all the books, I'd considered each person's opinion, each alien species' opinion. I could sympathize with each. I understood the Andalites' guilt. The Humans' and the Hork-Bajirs' desire for freedom. Those were good reasons to fight.
But I also sympathized with the Yeerks. Not the cruel, evil Yeerks like many of the Vissers and Sub-vissers, but just your average Yeerk. The one who knows it can't ever rise to such a level of power, or who doesn't want to.
The way I figured, we humans had pretty much decided that all Yeerks are like Visser 3, and Chapman's Yeerk, and all your other power-hungry Yeerks. But what about Tidwell and Aftran? All they wanted was to see. To walk. To taste. To hear. What's wrong with that?
Maybe there was something to be said for symbiotism after all.