Author's notes section.
So, me and my friends were talking to each other one day, and one of them asked, "What do you think an Irken would do if they were forced into a body of another race?" We thought up many silly answers, like "SUICIDE" and "HOMICIDAL RAMPAGE OF DOOM YAY." The question stuck with me though, and I started to think, "Why? Why would the Irken be forced into the body? Would the Irken remember? Would they have trouble adjusting to the new body? Would they like chicken?" Okay, maybe not that last one, but I started to think up concepts.
1)Why would the Irken be forced into the body? Because the Tallest just didn't like them? Because they sympathized with the "Inferior Race"? Because they were defective? Because they didn't do their work?
2)Would the Irken remember? Originally, I'd chosen "no," because I thought it would be interesting to have someone going around with no memory of who they were, and possibly never find out. Maybe they would have an unexplained hatred of other races. I don't know why I switched to "yes."
3)Would they have trouble adjusting to the new body? Well, duh. If they got stuck in a Vortian body, they would have issues standing up. If they got stuck in a Screwhead body, they'd have trouble getting used to having a big honking screw in their head. If they got stuck in a human body... I don't know what they'd have trouble with but they'd have trouble with something. I was just throwing crap at the wall and seeing what stuck.
So, now that you've had a look into my thought processes, I hope you have fun reading my story!
Oh, by the way, I don't own Invader Zim. Nickelodeon does. Go yell at them if you want to buy it.
Chapter one: The End
Her new body would have purple skin, horns that curved over her head, and pinkish eyes. She was nervous about the legs, though, zig-zags that had no feet. How did Vortians walk without feet?
Her new body had been prepared for her to inhabit it, all traces of the former inhabitant purged from the brain except for necessary biological functions and knowledge of engineering. She wondered how they'd figured out how to do it.
Her new body had gotten its voice changed to match hers. It was one of the few things she got to keep from her life so far. She didn't get to keep her SIR unit, or her uniform. Only her voice, her knowledge, and her memories.
They couldn't make it more obvious that they didn't want Irkens around that didn't do their duties.
Tak was one of those Irkens, she'd shirked her duty as a janitorial drone. She was facing the new punishment: she would be forced into a body of an "inferior species" of the Tallests' choice. The twin rulers had bickered with each other until a report came in that a female Vortian had attempted to commit suicide for the twenty-fifth time. "What is she trying to do, set some sort of record?" Purple had asked. "Let's try out the punishment with her!'
The girl had accepted the mind purge with open arms.
And so, Tak had been transferred to Vort, because the body was there and it would have been too hard to take all the equipment required to keep it alive all the way to Irk, then take a prisoner back to Vort again. Too expensive. Too time-consuming. Her cell had a latrine, a screen that was usually used so that Irkens could demand things from Vortians, and a bed. The screen didn't work. She knew this because there were wires that were crudely ripped out of the wall. She looked at her feet, then took her boots off and wiggled her toes for the last time. There was something else she didn't get to keep, something she used to take for granted.
She would do anything to keep them.
The guards came. They led her to the room where her body would die. In it were two beds. One was underneath a dome of glass, the new body laying under it, breathing softly, asleep, with a thick cable attached to the base of the neck, the pathway into the new body. The other bed was uncovered, with a hole in it.
"They're late." one of the guards said. "Don't they know this is prolific? That it could change the way we punish criminals forever?"
The scientists arrived just as soon as he'd said that. "Are we ready?" one of them asked.
"Yes."
Tak started to panic. "No. NO! I WON'T LET YOU!" She struggled to get away, but the guards were too strong. They pushed her onto the bed. She cried out as cables in the hole snaked their way into her PAK. They hurt. Glass rose above her, shutting her off from any escape. One of the scientists shouted something, but he was muffled by the barrier. Then, she felt herself slip away.
