Professor Membrane was at his basement lab. Normally, he would be at a larger, more intricate lab in the inner city, but only the basement held what he needed.
He'd sent his daughter away to find his son. Or, at least, what everyone thought was his son.
But he knew better.
With a snap of his fingers, a holograph of another man in a white lab coat shot out form his goggles.
"Membrane." the hologram said.
"Narcoti." Membrane replied.
"Dib has left Earth. Gone with that Irken."
Membrane only nodded.
"The other two are still lost. We haven't seen them for years. They could've even activated by now..." Narcoti trailed off.
"What about my daughter?" Membrane asked. "She's smart, and resourceful."
"Yes, but she's too apathetic to do anything we can't predict."
"Still."
Narcoti smiled. "You know her well. We've got agents all across the world to lead her astray. It'll work. Don't worry." With that, the hologram fizzled and faded away.
Membrane put his hand to his head and wondered what he was thinking when he'd started this whole mess.
There was no gravity, but it was far too weighty.
Nor was there light, yet it was so blinding.
Irken and human and robot and mineral all floating around, shooting at top speeds, never moving at all.
Flashes of prisons and food courts and alien schools and tremendous starships and evil planets everywhere.
No end in sight.
Zim, Dib, Det, Tak, Sizz-lorr, Sergeant Hobo, Lard Nar, Skoodge, and Pez.
Nine beings all part of a human master plan.
A plan to keep everything from dying out.
Here, it begins...
