Rated thus for heavy language.

I mean no offense to those who believe in the bible. This is just what I think Zim would believe, him not being human an all. Oh and BTW! Zim has dread locks, and it's actually attached to his scalp. He's 6'3" because I want it to be somewhat like my other story, though it's completely different. This story portrays Zim's higher thinking. Or rather deep thinking.

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The Meaning of Life is Not 42

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Day One, Monday:

"Zim! Pay attention!" I snapped out of my current train of thought known as day dreaming which involved Dib being at the center of a room filled with various sharp pointy objects. How rude to disrupt me, Zim, from a perfect dream like state of sheer happiness. With out even thinking of the consequences I just sneered at the teacher and spat out.

"It's not like what we learn will do us any luck in the real world." I fidgeted with my pencil, breaking it into two large pieces with a few bits of wood and lead scattered about my paper.

"What was that, doomed child #25913?" Ms Bitters' looked at me angrily. and continued shortly, "Just because you are in High Skool, doesn't give you any more right to talk to your elders like that!"

"Hn, like I care. We are all doomed, no matter what we do. Humans are a crude and cold race, devoid of actual team work unless it benefits either, and when it does, chaos breaks out, such as back stabbing, double crossing, and gang wars. You may work so hard to achieve your dream, only to have it crushed by another. Thus, in the end we are infinitely screwed over. Be it by man, your peers, loved ones or God, which I believe is a self delusional sense of security, dreamt up to make people feel better." I broken the bigger pieces of my pencil into smaller ones, getting a splinter in the process.

"The bible was probably written by an old lunatic, and died in the cold some where and some poor people with nothing left to believe in found it and began to worship it because it gave them a sense of security. Why the stupid religion is still active is beyond me. So many different ones inter fear with each other." I breathed in and played with he shards of broken wood and graphite on my desk."

"The crap people teach us is what they think should be right, not what really is true and right. Homosexual people get bashed just for sharing a liking with their own sex. Caucasians, or white people think that they are the most superior race on this fucked up planet just because they believed they were here first and they think they are better then everyone else. When infact the dirt and rocks were here first, then trees and plants, then little doomed creatures and so forth until humans were born."

"People get bashed for liking certain things or hanging with certain people. Religious groups clash over and over, arguing with which God is right, when infact there is no God now. There might have been," I put such emphasis on those last three words, Ms Bitters could have cringed. "For the creation of existence as we know is fucked up and doomed. 'He' has done nothing to help mankind or another race for that matter in any way since the dawn of time. 'He' Has only given a limited amount of resources, yet we continue to waste them."

"The way I see it, your preaching, no pun intended for the Jesus freaks in the room, is utter nonsense and useless for us. If there was a Jesus, the whole walking on water thing is so overrated. It was probably winter at the time. Hell, every religion has a rendition of a God or Gods as they see them, with the semi-demi God like counter part to help guide the miserable doomed beings to grace land. These being known as saviors." Again I paused, removing the splinter before continuing to play with the wood. Alas, I got yet another splinter.

"This is just something to occupy the many doomed children of the world while their parental units slave to bring food to the table. And teach them right from wrong. Gay from straight, black from white in all the real wrong ways. As I said, I do agree that we are all doomed. I don't even give a flying fuck if you give me detention because I don't care." As I finished, the room went from a chaotic haze to a state of quietness that you could hear the cogs in my brain turn over and over and the thump of each individual heart in the classroom. Including Ms Bitters' non existent one. I closed my eyes and decided to continue."

"And then there is the crap with politics. People here always declare they'll be 'running' to be a leader. That position is a hard one to be in." I remembered the last meeting I was at before being sent to earth, with the Tallests. I winced a bit. And continued.

"Very hard indeed. They promise things to people, then go back on their promises, claiming they are broke, and then raise the taxes. Ah money, the stupid monetary units made of paper, credits or pieces of shiny metal. Long ago we used to coins, then went to paper, then back to coins, then paper. Heh, it's so stupid. Money, they want more money for them selves because they are greedy capitalistic pigs. The taxes should have been gone in WWII, which was over sixty-five years ago. But because of the democrats, we're as broke as any other country, save Russia, but even their social structure sucks ass." Yes, the Russian communist ways are very much like the Irken ways. No on is different, save the leader or government or highly known people. Other wise, everyone is the same. No identity, and every thing you own belongs to your sup our

"Money is power in today's society, as it always has been it always will be. It really does make the world go 'round. Everything you do in this stupid culture revolves around it. To give birth you must pay to have ultra sounds, then pay for medicines to help cure illnesses, then for the food for not only yourself, but for the other moochers in your family. You must pay for hospital services, you must pay to eat, sleep, live, be clothed and be cured of non stop wave of diseases that every day life creates for us. A new one of which comes out every minuet that passes. You even have to pay for life insurance for yourself, or your car and home. You even have to pay for your death. In short, we're doomed by the system, always and forever." I huffed out a puff of air, completely finished. Wow, I had finally gotten my true option out of my system.

"That. . . Was very deep and true Zim. Your right, the world is screwed over. Very, very doomed." With that the old hag turned to her desk and fled to her crooked chair to sit down and think of something new to teach us while nannering about doom.

"Zim, what the hell was that? That took up like thirty-five minuets." I looked over beside me, Dib was looking at me as if I were a person and not a disaster just waiting to happen to the human race. Yet, a person he didn't even know.

"Simple, Dib. I have realized, that in no matter what culture," I hushed my voice a little. "Be it Irken or Human, everyone screws everyone over, and it's going to happen no matter what. It'll never stop because it's a never ending cycle of doom." He blinked a few times and opened his mouth to say something. "Don't bother Dib. I know I don't look intelligent, but I am. Oh and by the way, you can forget about the invasion." My eyes clouded over at that thought and a wave of sadness washed over me. I felt a little more then depressed but that's life and it's fucking hard to endure. Especially when your about one hundred and forty years old, and have yet another three hundred to go, life at this point does seem meaningless. Damn Irken technology, making it possible for our race to live longer to invade stupid planets.

"Your defiantly not stupid. And that display of true feeling and emotion was so. . . What? No invasion? Is this a trick or something. . ?" Dib looked at me with a bit of shock in his eyes, and yet a disbelief. I just nodded to myself.

"Why bother? Not like I'll actually get the Armada's attention, and besides, I'll fail. I've stated why." I huffed a dread from my uncontacted eyes. I stopped wearing them because people thought I wore contacts whether I had them on or not. Dib, on the other knew better. I looked at the bits and pieces of pencil, shifting them around to make the shape of my favorite constellation seen from Irk, Irknan Nesish, or 'Strong Warrior' in Irken. It could also be called Iyosut Gordilia Burn-auber. The name of the first Tallest to ever live. Back when Irkens still breed, and had three names, much like humans. I think he was about four foot two. That's sad considering that Red and Purple are about six foot even, and I six foot three.

"Your, just giving up? It's not like you! You've been trying for like six years!" As he sputtered I couldn't help but laugh, slicing my finger through the likeness of my special constipation, symbolizing defeat.

"Have you the brain worms, or haven't you been listening to me? It's not worth it." I sighed and softly continued, thinking he couldn't hear me. "Besides, it's not like I'm welcome any where else, so I might as well just be a 'normal' human being, doomed to fuck everything up in the end." Dib heard me regardless of the fact. I just didn't care anymore. Before he could open his mouth to say anything more, the bell rang and I packed my things and stood.

"Great, another day at home with the robotic typhoon of doom." Just as I got to the exit, I heard Ms Bitters pipe up.

"Zim, please come over here." Oh joy, now what does the old hag of hell want? I turned and walked past Dib towards the shrouded desk in the corner, looking at Ms Bitters cautiously. "Good boy. Now, your recent display of understanding the fate of humanity is good. You have a ungodly, creepy, yet truthful high level of thinking. I have decided I'll place you in the advanced course, though you'll remain in this class. Also, I have noticed all the work you do weeks ahead of the others, the only other person that ever does that is Dib. I congratulate your effort though it is futile." I nodded my head in understanding. Now I get harder work. Such tedious things man has created. Couldn't they just create PAKs for humans like Irkens do? It's much more efficient to already know your culture and others in the first three years of life, then you can move on to others things much quicker. Ah humans, funny creatures.

"Alright then. Thank you Ms Bitters, and good day." I turned and left but not with out her shoving another load of homework into my arms. As I passed Dib, my head was hung and I was staring at the floor as I walked past him. Heh, he finally bought new boots. Good for him.

The walk home was quiet and lonely and of course, long. The High Skool I went too was a few kilometers away from the Elementary Skool I knew and was supposed to love in my 'human' youth. Yes, I suppose I can thank this waste of a planet for a few things. My health got better, I got used to the substance known as "water" and it barely burned me. I even grew a bit taller. Well ok, a lot taller. That's a big achievement for me to grow to, me having the short end of the stick of the gene pool from Irk. I stopped and looked up, hearing sirens off in the distance. the direction seemed to be coming from behind me, louder and louder.

When I turned, I saw Carl on a motor bike speeding directly in my direction on the side walk. Lady luck sure does like to fuck around with me doesn't she? First I get told I am useless and never to come back to Irk. I get more Human work to do, and now I'll be run over by the dumbest stoner in town. Wonderful way to start a week don't you think? All I remember after that point of thought was that I stepped to the side a bit and tripped over a rock. Then I blacked out.

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This is just how I think Zim would think. Again I apologize to any and all Christians and religious people. *bows*

#25913 is Zim in numbers. 25 is Z, 9 is I, and 13 is, you guessed it, M. Mwahaha! I love Vash the stampede! So GIR will always be referred to it in every story as such. Don't like it? Kiss me ass! Booya! @_@ *chugs a bottle of morphine* Well any ways, if you guys want more, I may give more. ^_^ I do have a second chapter in my file somewhere. Along with 3 others! Tell me, and I'll continue.