Invaders need no one... Invaders need no one... No one. I keep telling myself I don't need any of them but it's a lie and I know it. It wouldn't be so bad if they told me all those years ago back on Irk, but they wanted to hurt me. My name is... Was Zim. Now I am but a shell of my former self. All my life I've been living a lie.
It all started when the Tallest told me of a mystery planet. Where I would rule over the lesser beings and be of great use to the empire. All lies. Now, 200 Irken years later I'm all alone on Earth. GIR broke a while back and I never had the means to repair him. Even the Dib died of old age... But I don't think about Dib. I can't. If I do then I remember when we were young, before he married that wretched human worm female, before I found out there was no mission. Before the voices.
They first started when GIR broke. They'd make me act strange... Tell me he wasn't really gone. I talked to the pile of parts that used to be my companion. Still do. Then when I lost my enemy... My purpose. They told me to drag my blade into my skin and watch the dark green drops hit the floor. The green looks beautiful on the purple tiles. Reminds me of a story I once heard, but can't remember for the life of me. Life... What is life?
I walk to my old lab, trying to find something, anything to end this. My life was a lie. The only ones who cared are dead or scrap metal. It's time. I failed Irk, I failed my Tallest, I failed my one love. One human who knew my secret but abandoned me when I discovered the truth. Goodbye...