Later that day, Dib continued to hack his way into the files, seeing if he
could find out something, anything, about Project Living Weapon. For one
thing, he was curious, not to mention the fact that he didn't even want to
THINK about what had happened at Zim's house earlier.
Success! The file finally opened completely! Dib read in horror about project living weapon...
Project Living Weapon. A mission to see if it is possible to change a person into just that. A living weapon. If one or more of these super-human assassins can be created, they can easily be used for the Membrane Association Of Higher Science to seize world control.
The first step was to inject Formula X into the first specimen, a woman by the name of Ivy Membrane. Due to an error in measuring chemical concentrations, the wrong amount was placed into her system and she quickly died as a result of blood poisoning.
The second specimen, a young female by the name of Gaz Membrane, was injected during a routine visit to the doctor's office. After it was sure that it had been absorbed and was in effect, a scenario was set up to test the theories pertaining to this project.
Using a special agent under the code name "Iggins", it was tested to see how the specimen would react to severe irritation. The experiment was a success. Formula X had given the subject several super-human abilities, most notably the ability to control weather patterns.
To discover what exactly Formula X does in males, the third specimen, Dib Membrane, has recently been injected as well. It is unclear exactly how it is going to affect his systems, so he will soon be taken to one of the bigger labs for observation.
Dib was in shock. Total shock. His own father was using him and Gaz as guinea pigs in some twisted experiment for world domination. Did Gaz even know what had been done to her? No matter, Dib thought, it's too late for her anyway. How much longer did he have before WHATEVER that formula did to him reveal itself? There was no way of telling... and there was no time to waste. Something HAD to be done!
But what could he do? Dib couldn't stand the confusion and fear welling up inside him, threatening to turn into panic. Against Zim, Dib KNEW more or less what he had to do. He could handle it. but if his dad found out that Dib was onto him, he would try to finish the experiment quickly.
Dib knew one thing for sure, and that was that he needed help desperately. But who would believe him? There were only two people who knew he wasn't completely insane, three if you really felt the need to count Zim's stupid little robot. But Gaz was already on the other side; she wasn't to be trusted, and the little robot wouldn't understand what was going on, at least not well enough to be of any real help.
Dib winced, realizing that Zim was the only other option. The very thought of asking the alien for help went against every instinct Dib had. Besides, they were sworn enemies, what possible reason would Zim have for helping him? Pain shot through Dib's entire body and the floor seemed to disappear beneath his feet. It was happening again, more painful than before, but he DID manage to keep consciousness this time. That settled it. He was going to Zim for help.
Success! The file finally opened completely! Dib read in horror about project living weapon...
Project Living Weapon. A mission to see if it is possible to change a person into just that. A living weapon. If one or more of these super-human assassins can be created, they can easily be used for the Membrane Association Of Higher Science to seize world control.
The first step was to inject Formula X into the first specimen, a woman by the name of Ivy Membrane. Due to an error in measuring chemical concentrations, the wrong amount was placed into her system and she quickly died as a result of blood poisoning.
The second specimen, a young female by the name of Gaz Membrane, was injected during a routine visit to the doctor's office. After it was sure that it had been absorbed and was in effect, a scenario was set up to test the theories pertaining to this project.
Using a special agent under the code name "Iggins", it was tested to see how the specimen would react to severe irritation. The experiment was a success. Formula X had given the subject several super-human abilities, most notably the ability to control weather patterns.
To discover what exactly Formula X does in males, the third specimen, Dib Membrane, has recently been injected as well. It is unclear exactly how it is going to affect his systems, so he will soon be taken to one of the bigger labs for observation.
Dib was in shock. Total shock. His own father was using him and Gaz as guinea pigs in some twisted experiment for world domination. Did Gaz even know what had been done to her? No matter, Dib thought, it's too late for her anyway. How much longer did he have before WHATEVER that formula did to him reveal itself? There was no way of telling... and there was no time to waste. Something HAD to be done!
But what could he do? Dib couldn't stand the confusion and fear welling up inside him, threatening to turn into panic. Against Zim, Dib KNEW more or less what he had to do. He could handle it. but if his dad found out that Dib was onto him, he would try to finish the experiment quickly.
Dib knew one thing for sure, and that was that he needed help desperately. But who would believe him? There were only two people who knew he wasn't completely insane, three if you really felt the need to count Zim's stupid little robot. But Gaz was already on the other side; she wasn't to be trusted, and the little robot wouldn't understand what was going on, at least not well enough to be of any real help.
Dib winced, realizing that Zim was the only other option. The very thought of asking the alien for help went against every instinct Dib had. Besides, they were sworn enemies, what possible reason would Zim have for helping him? Pain shot through Dib's entire body and the floor seemed to disappear beneath his feet. It was happening again, more painful than before, but he DID manage to keep consciousness this time. That settled it. He was going to Zim for help.