Chapter Two: Great-great-great Granddaughter
It was now Tuesday, and Zim observed the UFO human more closely now. He hadn't recognized her before, but thanks to a scan on her, he was able to process data about her in the computer, and had come up with results. She was human, but something was different about her...almost as if her intelligence made her separate just enough from her species. Dib went to talk to her, and Zim went back to his thoughts.
"Dib, leave me alone. I told you I couldn't be bothered."
"I really think you should help me! Wait, you have something in your hair..." As he reached to take it out, he felt a painful slap on the wrist as she pushed him all the way to Ms. Bitters' desk.
"NO ONE touches me, for ANY reason! Besides, I have nothing in my hair!"
"Really, you do. What IS that?"
"I wouldn't know, now leave me alone!" Dib persisted, and when he brushed the hair covering her ear aside, he screamed out,
"Oh, WOW! YOUR EARS!" Indeed, she had ears, but they were slender, long, and ended in a point at the top. Rather like Spok's, I might add. Dib was truly petrified, and had backed away to his own desk.
"You didn't see anything, now!"
"Yes I did!"
"I AM human though, you MUST believe me!"
"Why should I?!"
"Dib-worm, she's right."
"What would you know about this, pathetic alien?!" the girl shouted at the top of her voice.
"I ran a scan on you to verify your humanity."
"Listen, Zim, stay out of my affairs! I mean this! You leave me ALONE, or I'll do something truly HORRIBLE to you! I don't want you to associate with me, or prod me with questions, or anything of the like!"
"I'm not afraid of a HUMAN."
"If you find me to be so pathetic, then how could I possibly pose a threat? You call Dib and the rest of the humans pathetic, and yet somehow they remain a threat! Wouldn't you say that is a clear indicator that you are pathetic as well? You two are getting yourselves involved in something that should never be touched upon by unknowing beings! I want to be ALONE! Do you understand?" They nodded, and she sat down once more. During Ms. Bitters lecture, she took out her laptop and began typing something.
"You!" the teacher shouted, "Stop disrupting class!" The girl acted as though she had not heard, and proceeded to type. Ms. Bitters slithered to her desk and growled. "Detention!"
"This is far more important than detention! This is far more important than lectures about DOOM, because if you don't leave me alone, you'll all be MEETING your doom!"
"Go to the office! Now!"
"I need my CONCENTRATION! I cannot be bothered!" Ms. Bitters took the laptop from her, and a red alert flashed on the screen as the typing jumbled. "You'll PAY for that! All of you!" Her voice hissed, and she jumped up on top of her desk. "Allow me to make a demonstration of my powers. You will all believe me, and you will all understand what I tell you...is that clear?" Under a trance, they all nodded, except for Zim and Dib, who were quite frightened. "If any of you are thinking about running out into that hallway, forget it." The door slammed shut on its own, and the girl turned back toward the classroom.
"I haven't told any of you my real name yet. I intend not to. But you can call me Sal. It is derived from a password of mine, namely "thehostilehumanUFOgirl." I come from the future of humanity. People like me have originated from the open-minded, who have more room for growth and evolution. One such example of my ancestors is right here in this classroom. The only human who has not fallen under this trance. Would you please stand, Dib Membrane?" Dib stood, and Sal curtsied.
"I am quite honored to be in your presence, Dib. You are the first. It is your job to save the Earth, and though no one here in this time will recognize you for it, people of the future will honor you. There is a second Independence Day in my time, where the entire world celebrates our freedom from the Irken Empire, thanks to you. My time is really the time that you would feel at home in. But that era will never be unless you stay here and live your life. The human race is counting on you to stay here and perform your task.
"Zim, you are the shortest of your kind, putting you in the lowest rank. Your fate is not to die here on Earth. You will be forced to leave, and you will be assigned another planet. You will conquer that one, and save your Empire from collapsing. You will prove that height is not everything, and put your society back into order. Once this is complete, your kind will be saved, for you will not be deemed as a tactless, inapt people and destroyed by the Department of Inter-galactic Relations. You two deserve the best, but unfortunately, you will not gain anything until your lives are over. I'm so very sorry. But that's what true heroes are. And you two are true heroes. Both save your kind from destruction. I would like to take the time to thank you, Dib, for making my life more pleasant and for my being the way I am.
"You are in grave danger. There is an assassin from the future out to get me. But, since I am too far protected in my time, they decided to instead kill you, my ancestor. That is why I cannot have you around me, Dib. We cannot communicate in any way, or they'll know. Because not only will both you and I and all my family die, but the future of humanity will be forever ruined."
"Wait, Sal, I'm your...ancestor?"
"Yes. And I'm your descendant, along with all my family."
"And you're royalty?"
"Something like it. After all, I descended from you. You're my great- great-great grandfather."
"I'm your...there must be some mistake..."
"I can assure you, there is none. I have your blood, your DNA - everything. You died quite a long while before I was born, though. I never got to meet you. My mother was named after my great-great-great grandaunt Gaz, and my grandfather was named after you."
"What year do you come from?"
"The year 2207. What year is this again?"
"This is 2054. You're from 153 years in the future. But why are your ears like that? And how could everything be so different then?"
"Well, things are much different now than in the late 1800s and early 1900s, aren't they? You are about to find that out, along with the rest of this mindless class. History is about to be made."
Note: I'm not trying to predict exactly when Invader Zim is supposed to take place, but I just made up a date that seemed moderately reasonable for the plot to work.
It was now Tuesday, and Zim observed the UFO human more closely now. He hadn't recognized her before, but thanks to a scan on her, he was able to process data about her in the computer, and had come up with results. She was human, but something was different about her...almost as if her intelligence made her separate just enough from her species. Dib went to talk to her, and Zim went back to his thoughts.
"Dib, leave me alone. I told you I couldn't be bothered."
"I really think you should help me! Wait, you have something in your hair..." As he reached to take it out, he felt a painful slap on the wrist as she pushed him all the way to Ms. Bitters' desk.
"NO ONE touches me, for ANY reason! Besides, I have nothing in my hair!"
"Really, you do. What IS that?"
"I wouldn't know, now leave me alone!" Dib persisted, and when he brushed the hair covering her ear aside, he screamed out,
"Oh, WOW! YOUR EARS!" Indeed, she had ears, but they were slender, long, and ended in a point at the top. Rather like Spok's, I might add. Dib was truly petrified, and had backed away to his own desk.
"You didn't see anything, now!"
"Yes I did!"
"I AM human though, you MUST believe me!"
"Why should I?!"
"Dib-worm, she's right."
"What would you know about this, pathetic alien?!" the girl shouted at the top of her voice.
"I ran a scan on you to verify your humanity."
"Listen, Zim, stay out of my affairs! I mean this! You leave me ALONE, or I'll do something truly HORRIBLE to you! I don't want you to associate with me, or prod me with questions, or anything of the like!"
"I'm not afraid of a HUMAN."
"If you find me to be so pathetic, then how could I possibly pose a threat? You call Dib and the rest of the humans pathetic, and yet somehow they remain a threat! Wouldn't you say that is a clear indicator that you are pathetic as well? You two are getting yourselves involved in something that should never be touched upon by unknowing beings! I want to be ALONE! Do you understand?" They nodded, and she sat down once more. During Ms. Bitters lecture, she took out her laptop and began typing something.
"You!" the teacher shouted, "Stop disrupting class!" The girl acted as though she had not heard, and proceeded to type. Ms. Bitters slithered to her desk and growled. "Detention!"
"This is far more important than detention! This is far more important than lectures about DOOM, because if you don't leave me alone, you'll all be MEETING your doom!"
"Go to the office! Now!"
"I need my CONCENTRATION! I cannot be bothered!" Ms. Bitters took the laptop from her, and a red alert flashed on the screen as the typing jumbled. "You'll PAY for that! All of you!" Her voice hissed, and she jumped up on top of her desk. "Allow me to make a demonstration of my powers. You will all believe me, and you will all understand what I tell you...is that clear?" Under a trance, they all nodded, except for Zim and Dib, who were quite frightened. "If any of you are thinking about running out into that hallway, forget it." The door slammed shut on its own, and the girl turned back toward the classroom.
"I haven't told any of you my real name yet. I intend not to. But you can call me Sal. It is derived from a password of mine, namely "thehostilehumanUFOgirl." I come from the future of humanity. People like me have originated from the open-minded, who have more room for growth and evolution. One such example of my ancestors is right here in this classroom. The only human who has not fallen under this trance. Would you please stand, Dib Membrane?" Dib stood, and Sal curtsied.
"I am quite honored to be in your presence, Dib. You are the first. It is your job to save the Earth, and though no one here in this time will recognize you for it, people of the future will honor you. There is a second Independence Day in my time, where the entire world celebrates our freedom from the Irken Empire, thanks to you. My time is really the time that you would feel at home in. But that era will never be unless you stay here and live your life. The human race is counting on you to stay here and perform your task.
"Zim, you are the shortest of your kind, putting you in the lowest rank. Your fate is not to die here on Earth. You will be forced to leave, and you will be assigned another planet. You will conquer that one, and save your Empire from collapsing. You will prove that height is not everything, and put your society back into order. Once this is complete, your kind will be saved, for you will not be deemed as a tactless, inapt people and destroyed by the Department of Inter-galactic Relations. You two deserve the best, but unfortunately, you will not gain anything until your lives are over. I'm so very sorry. But that's what true heroes are. And you two are true heroes. Both save your kind from destruction. I would like to take the time to thank you, Dib, for making my life more pleasant and for my being the way I am.
"You are in grave danger. There is an assassin from the future out to get me. But, since I am too far protected in my time, they decided to instead kill you, my ancestor. That is why I cannot have you around me, Dib. We cannot communicate in any way, or they'll know. Because not only will both you and I and all my family die, but the future of humanity will be forever ruined."
"Wait, Sal, I'm your...ancestor?"
"Yes. And I'm your descendant, along with all my family."
"And you're royalty?"
"Something like it. After all, I descended from you. You're my great- great-great grandfather."
"I'm your...there must be some mistake..."
"I can assure you, there is none. I have your blood, your DNA - everything. You died quite a long while before I was born, though. I never got to meet you. My mother was named after my great-great-great grandaunt Gaz, and my grandfather was named after you."
"What year do you come from?"
"The year 2207. What year is this again?"
"This is 2054. You're from 153 years in the future. But why are your ears like that? And how could everything be so different then?"
"Well, things are much different now than in the late 1800s and early 1900s, aren't they? You are about to find that out, along with the rest of this mindless class. History is about to be made."
Note: I'm not trying to predict exactly when Invader Zim is supposed to take place, but I just made up a date that seemed moderately reasonable for the plot to work.