Zim sighed, gazing at the alien moon. It was really quiet large and spherical compared to most moons. Moreover, there was only one golden-lighted globe in the clear midnight sky.
He frowned slightly and sighed again. Such trivial thoughts distracted Zim from the truth. The Tallest had finally become so annoyed with his daily reports that they had told him the truth about his "mission". From anyone else, Zim would have simply ignored them, but from his Tallest was a totally different matter.
What confused him the most was that they had lied to him on numerous occasions. Had he not tried to please them? Had he not been completely loyal to them? Was he not following the Invader Code to the very letter? What could he have possibly done wrong?
Zim spat in disgust at his foolishness. Thanks to his PAK further corroding, Zim was beginning to no longer feel loyalty to the Empire. Still, he was at a loss at what to do next. Since birth, an Irken has a purpose. And to have that purpose so suddenly and viscously torn from Zim left him empty and completely baffled inside. If he were human, he would attempt to take his own life, but Zim was much too proud for that. Though he had to admit, being dead would be a relief.
Not knowing what else to do, Zim returned into his base and prepared for another day.