Earth has been conquered. Zim had finally done it. We were at our knees, begging for a chance to be free, to roam our destroyed planet. No such thing happened. We were abused, mentally kicked, and physically exhausted. Our lives had taken a dramatic turn. Once the almighty rulers of our planet, no thought in our actions, no fear in our hearts, we were now stripped of everything. Our rights as living beings were gone, the luxurious buildings that we had once lived in, were now just rubble in our ruined streets. We never knew the meaning of pain until our enslavement.
We had no hope, until our chains were dropped, and a loud voice spoke to all humanity. We were safe. In our small town, we looked for Dib, to congratulate him on this great triumph, but we found him, only amazed as us that his chains were gone. Our savior is and was the Tallest. Many refused to believe it; others protested that they just wanted us to become relaxed, so a more through conquest would be effortless.
When workers came, we turned to those who had said that another conquest would be inevitable. We formed, and we stood our ground, weapons ready when the workers came. There was a small battle, and to our fear, the Tallest came. I could tell that every one of us had our heart in our throats. The most menacing beings that could ever be, were coming to us, because of our stupidity.
Not many think of the Tallest as menacing, but face to face, they truly are. You can tell that their bodies are slim, sleek, and powerful. Their claws are sharp to the touch, and their orbs stare deep into your soul. The Tallest Red is menacing way he sets his jaw, and holds your head firmly between his claws. The Tallest Purple is menacing in his own way that is indescribable. His insanity (by our standards) makes one gulp, and back away slowly.
They tried to explain that the workers were going to help us rebuild our cities. Sadly, this only infuriated the mob of us. Their English wasn't that good yet, and only Dib and me understood Irken. Dib just leaned on what was left of a wall and smiled. We were entirely different. I loved the Irkens, more than my own species at times. They were creatures I could communicate with, while humans are just heart-eaters. Irkens are emotionally complex, in an entirely different way. This fascinated me, and I began study them, more than Dib had. I learned their language, their culture, their history, and everything imaginable about them.
I stepped forward, and bowed in the Irken style to them. They bowed back, which surprised me. I said that I could translate for them. Dib walked up and wrapped an arm around me. He said that I was just insane, and that they shouldn't listen. Tallest Red, glared at Dib, making him back down. I then translated what they said. Flabbergasted, the rest of them backed down, and stood aside when the wave of workers flooded by them.
They did a good job. Our earth is more majestic than it ever was. The skies are clear due to Irken technology. The architectural wonders of the world, they improved, to make truly wonders. The water is clean, and fresh. Species that were on the brink of destruction were brought back. The government has been better developed, all of the country agrees with the decisions that The Tallest have made.
Why though? Why do you save a planet, so miniscule, so under developed, that we can't even protect ourselves against the most pathetic Irken? It is the same reason I taught myself about the Irkens, interest. We were interesting, something their minds couldn't comprehend. Then they discovered what we were useful for, snacks. We made the most rare snacks; the most delicious that was ever made in the history of Irkens.
So, we were made into a tourist planet. Aliens from all over the universe travel here to gorge themselves, and gaze upon the beautiful landscapes. We are the last planet with intelligence, that hasn't completely destroyed our landscape. Irkens live on Earth frequently, and occasionally, humans live on Irk. We have become like two sister planets, needing each other, yet Irk rules us.
That is all about to change though; we hang upon a thread, with a candles flame below us. One person's decision affects the whole world. A simple yes, or no can destroy us. Let us hope to god that my father says yes.