Author's Note: I had no idea for Zim's schematics, so I went with a defense thingy, because I thought it would be neat. This chapter is kinda short. I like the little Zen saying at the end. It makes me happy.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not even the Zen saying.
Perched on the edge the edge of my roof, I sat gazing upwards at the graying sky. A thin frown was lain across my face like a burial shroud, completing the air of gloomy about me. Sighing, I leaned back on the roof, staring at a star that was just appearing. Serenity hung above the gloom, leaving me chilled.
I heaved another sigh before I flickered my gaze away. Running a finger along the bridge of my nose, I left myself thinking, 'What was that blueprint of exactly?' I hadn't gotten a good look at it in the first place, and I had traipsed up here as soon as I had returned from his lair. I sat up once more, grabbing the bag that I had thrust the schematics in.
I drug the rolled up paper out, and ran a finger along the edges. Surely I smirked, doing my best to read the swiftly scribbled Irken. Damnit, I scowled, Its too damn hard to read!
Out of every language I had ever looked at, Irken ranked as the number one hardest to read, my own handwriting following quickly behind. It was almost as if they purposely made their alphabet non-sensible, made solely to confuse me.
It pissed me off.
After taking a few moments, and gazed hard upon it, everything mentally changed to English. I could read freely once again. A grin played my mouth as I ran a thin finger along the text, reading the text that was emblazoned along the top, "Blueprint A, model design one-hundred forty-seven..." How uncreative. I knew that Zim was bland with names, usually pertaining to something with doom in it, but this? I resisted the urge to throw my head back and laugh.
One-hundred forty-seven did have, in stark contrast, a sleek look to it, piquing my interest. Tracing a finger along a single line, I smirked. So this is what you were making, huh Zim? A nice, small little thing; and from the looks of it, it wasn't a weapon. That is what struck me as odd. In all the times I had known Zim, when he made things, they were weapons of mass destruction. The fact that this wasn't sent a quiver of shock and enjoyment down my spine. I vaguely knew I was getting to him.
Now, I was right in it not being a weapon, but something more a defensive nature. A shield of some sort, made of some type of energy. What type, I had no idea; but it intrigued me none-the-less. I licked my dry lips, flicking finger down to another line of Irken, struggling to read it. This one line escaped my mind, even when translated to English writing in my own head. It must have been in the Irken tongue.
That pissed me off as well, even more so since it meant to me that I would have to do more studying, and push my current projects to the side like broken toys. If it is not clear, I do not like pushing things aside. Yet, the fact that that one line was written in Irken made me think. Perhaps this defensive shield needed some sort of fuel, and Zim only knew its Irken name. God knows I was wishing at that point for it to have a human counter part.
But what would it do for me? This, this defensive shield? Gah, who was I to know? It would probably have ended up being one of the many projects I gathered, and never used, much like the weapon plans. So many brilliant ideas that would never see the light of day, or be appreciated. Such was my world.
Giving a sigh, I rolled up the schematics, and crushed them back into the sack. I could study the rest of them later. I had all the time in the world. I gestured upwards, and pointed at a random star.
"There. There is the next place someone stares upwards, looking for something."
With that, I leapt from the roof. There was nothing more up there that I needed. The twilight's time with me was over, and I had left it displeased. Better to leave them begging for your presence, than to have you longing for there's. I grinned. Someday, everything would be different. Everyone would know, and they would fear to mock me.
I never really took the time to think out anything I did; it was all just spur of the moment. A sudden flash of brilliance, followed by being blind, and stumbling around in the dark of my mind, scrambling for the light-switch. The mind of a human could be complex, and drastically simple. It never ceased to amaze me. It never ceased to amaze me how stupid the common man could be, and the fact that I was theoretically kin to every single one was completely insane. It was like telling a man a carrot wasn't a carrot, and it was actually an apple, and then trying to get him to understand how it related to anything in the world.
Sometimes I don't understand what I think up, it all just clicks somewhere, and then dies. But not today, oh no. I had a grand idea bouncing around in my mind. If this fuel for the shielding device was known on earth, I could possibly have all the things I needed to make it. Unlike Zim, I could probably get my hands on these things. I would be armed with a metaphorical sword and shield.
The night lay before me, unfurling in several paths. Tonight, I would grace each one with my presence, and they would marvel in my genius. But the only thought that hung in my head at the time was cheeringly playful, crying 'Man can learn nothing except by going from the known to the unknown.' I grinned at that thought.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not even the Zen saying.
Perched on the edge the edge of my roof, I sat gazing upwards at the graying sky. A thin frown was lain across my face like a burial shroud, completing the air of gloomy about me. Sighing, I leaned back on the roof, staring at a star that was just appearing. Serenity hung above the gloom, leaving me chilled.
I heaved another sigh before I flickered my gaze away. Running a finger along the bridge of my nose, I left myself thinking, 'What was that blueprint of exactly?' I hadn't gotten a good look at it in the first place, and I had traipsed up here as soon as I had returned from his lair. I sat up once more, grabbing the bag that I had thrust the schematics in.
I drug the rolled up paper out, and ran a finger along the edges. Surely I smirked, doing my best to read the swiftly scribbled Irken. Damnit, I scowled, Its too damn hard to read!
Out of every language I had ever looked at, Irken ranked as the number one hardest to read, my own handwriting following quickly behind. It was almost as if they purposely made their alphabet non-sensible, made solely to confuse me.
It pissed me off.
After taking a few moments, and gazed hard upon it, everything mentally changed to English. I could read freely once again. A grin played my mouth as I ran a thin finger along the text, reading the text that was emblazoned along the top, "Blueprint A, model design one-hundred forty-seven..." How uncreative. I knew that Zim was bland with names, usually pertaining to something with doom in it, but this? I resisted the urge to throw my head back and laugh.
One-hundred forty-seven did have, in stark contrast, a sleek look to it, piquing my interest. Tracing a finger along a single line, I smirked. So this is what you were making, huh Zim? A nice, small little thing; and from the looks of it, it wasn't a weapon. That is what struck me as odd. In all the times I had known Zim, when he made things, they were weapons of mass destruction. The fact that this wasn't sent a quiver of shock and enjoyment down my spine. I vaguely knew I was getting to him.
Now, I was right in it not being a weapon, but something more a defensive nature. A shield of some sort, made of some type of energy. What type, I had no idea; but it intrigued me none-the-less. I licked my dry lips, flicking finger down to another line of Irken, struggling to read it. This one line escaped my mind, even when translated to English writing in my own head. It must have been in the Irken tongue.
That pissed me off as well, even more so since it meant to me that I would have to do more studying, and push my current projects to the side like broken toys. If it is not clear, I do not like pushing things aside. Yet, the fact that that one line was written in Irken made me think. Perhaps this defensive shield needed some sort of fuel, and Zim only knew its Irken name. God knows I was wishing at that point for it to have a human counter part.
But what would it do for me? This, this defensive shield? Gah, who was I to know? It would probably have ended up being one of the many projects I gathered, and never used, much like the weapon plans. So many brilliant ideas that would never see the light of day, or be appreciated. Such was my world.
Giving a sigh, I rolled up the schematics, and crushed them back into the sack. I could study the rest of them later. I had all the time in the world. I gestured upwards, and pointed at a random star.
"There. There is the next place someone stares upwards, looking for something."
With that, I leapt from the roof. There was nothing more up there that I needed. The twilight's time with me was over, and I had left it displeased. Better to leave them begging for your presence, than to have you longing for there's. I grinned. Someday, everything would be different. Everyone would know, and they would fear to mock me.
I never really took the time to think out anything I did; it was all just spur of the moment. A sudden flash of brilliance, followed by being blind, and stumbling around in the dark of my mind, scrambling for the light-switch. The mind of a human could be complex, and drastically simple. It never ceased to amaze me. It never ceased to amaze me how stupid the common man could be, and the fact that I was theoretically kin to every single one was completely insane. It was like telling a man a carrot wasn't a carrot, and it was actually an apple, and then trying to get him to understand how it related to anything in the world.
Sometimes I don't understand what I think up, it all just clicks somewhere, and then dies. But not today, oh no. I had a grand idea bouncing around in my mind. If this fuel for the shielding device was known on earth, I could possibly have all the things I needed to make it. Unlike Zim, I could probably get my hands on these things. I would be armed with a metaphorical sword and shield.
The night lay before me, unfurling in several paths. Tonight, I would grace each one with my presence, and they would marvel in my genius. But the only thought that hung in my head at the time was cheeringly playful, crying 'Man can learn nothing except by going from the known to the unknown.' I grinned at that thought.
