Thank you to those who remember when a dream was a dream, and not a commercial idea for profit.
When you walk down the street and see your image, what do you comprehend? That you are looking at your image in a window, or that you are looking at what society wants you to see through that window?
"We were what our creator made us, and now we have come to this."
Zim regarded Dib critically, but there was also the essence of defeat in his eyes.
"It is what I have discovered since I came to this planet," Zim replied. "We are what others make of us. But only we, ourselves, can decide whether or not what this planet says is true. The aliens give the suggestions. We decide whether to make them our lives."
They both looked out over their oddly crimson sky, rivalry at bay, for once contemplating what they had contributed to. And by contributing, what they have created.
"I had a life once," Zim said sadly. "So did you. We were victims. We were heroes. But now..."
At once, a green dog came forth. Both Zim and Dib regarded him in silence as he began blaring the lyrics to the latest Lady Gaga song.
"The world moved on while we stood right here, waiting for it to take us, too," Dib said, eyeing the dog. "But now, when walking into a Hot Topic, all they see is HIM. Do they even know what he IS?"
"A mistake," Zim replied.
"But not OUR mistake. Society's mistake for ignoring us, making us obsolete over the years."
They both regarded the dog for a moment, silent.
"What do we do now?"
Dib smiled.
"Convince the world that they are wrong."
~Lyn