To Invader DOOM: Yes.
To everyone else: Heya. Since they don't really cover how or why the main characters get to Miliways, I don't really know how that works. I could, of course, make up some pseudo-scientific treknobabble to explain it. (We sci-fi geeks have the power to do that, y'know.) But that would be cruel. I'm just gonna just say it was a space-time anomaly. Of course, everyone else here who reads sci-fi knows that the phrase "space-time anomaly" is code for, "whoops, we couldn't think of a way to explain it." Yeah.
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The thing about massive explosions is they more often than not, result in death. When a person is moments before death, via a massive explosion, it is often good for that person to reflect upon how life has been kind, fulfilling and generally pleasant to them. If this has not been the case, and life has in fact, been quite cruel to the person in question, he or she can still take comfort in the fact that it won't be troubling them very much longer.
Thoughts similar to these were altogether absent from the minds of the elevator's five occupants, who chose to instead meditate on concepts like: "Holy flaming Jesus!" and, "Crap! Crap! CRAP WE'RE GONNA DIE!" Whether this is a healthy way to deal with such as situation is up for debate. But while Jesus may or may have not been both holy and flaming, we can say for certain that the phrase "Crap, crap, crap we're gonna die" was most thoroughly inaccurate. For the individual responsible for that thought found himself, minutes later, regaining consciousness on a fairly tacky tangerine carpet, along with his four companions. This just goes to show how jumping to conclusions in a near-death situation can result in embarrassment, should one survive.
"My... head" Zim rubbed his temples.
"Snnx... mmm... just five more minutes, Gaz..." Dib muttered, turning around in his semiconsciousness.
"Wow... that was a new- SIR!" Skoodge cried, leaping up suddenly and bending the little robot's still form. "Um, he might be damaged..." he muttered, attempting to save face. Skoodge opened up a panel in SIR's chest, and within a few minutes, red light ebbed into his eyes, and he stood.
SIR turned to his master. "Why did you have to wake me? I was having the most miserable dream. I know robots don't dream but even that's better than being here."
"Where is 'here?'" Gaz asked.
"The Universe." intoned SIR with an air of hopelessness that would make a thousand goths green with envy.
"That is a good question, though..." Zim muttered, looking around.
"I don't think I've ever been here." Skoodge added.
"This may sound like a stupid question, but didn't we blow up just a few seconds ago?" asked Gaz.
"Yes." SIR said, Gaz turned to him, "That was a stupid question."
"Ah, abuse." Gaz said apathetically.
"Yes." replied SIR. Meanwhile, Zim had kicked Dib awake, allowing him to express his opinion on the situation. Zim was still not finished kicking Dib, however.
"Ow! Will you quit it?! Act your age, whatever the heck that is." Dib snapped at Zim. "You know, the fact that there isn't a scratch on any of us kinda takes credence away from the 'we were blown up' theory." he pointed out.
"Silence! If I say we were blown up, then we were blown up!" Zim replied.
"*I* said we were blown up, stupid." said Gaz.
"Oh, yes, of course, yes." Zim regained composure. "You're right then, we weren't blown up."
"Where... are we?" Dib had just noticed his surroundings, and was understandably impressed. The Restaurant at the End of the Universe was designed to both impress and baffle, while simultaneously loosening the grip on a few choice wallets. Every inch of every surface was encrusted with jewels, glitter and mirrors, surrounded by floating holograms and artificial pheromones, and illuminated by the shocking ultrablu lighting.
"I think I've heard of this place before." Skoodge searched his memory. "It's called... Miliways."
"Yuk." Said Gaz.
"It is kind of flashy, isn't it?" Skoodge admitted.
"That's like saying the Atlantic Ocean is 'kind of deep.'" Gaz replied.
"Huh?" Skoodge and Zim said at once.
"It's incredible..." Dib was delighted. The colors, sounds and atmosphere were overwhelming and beautiful in their way. This was the only positive experience he'd been able to associate with space so far, and he was enjoying it.
"Yes, yes, everything's incredible." Zim said dismissively, "But how did we get here?"
"Space-time anomaly?" Someone suggested.
"Sure, fine."
"The real question is, how do we leave here?" Gaz asked. The enormity of the fact that they no longer had a spaceship washed over the five of them. As if in answer to their question, the phone behind them suddenly rang. Automatically, Dib answered it.
"...Hello?"
"HI DIBBAH!!!"
"Yah!" The volume and pitch of GIR's scream sent Dib reeling backwards, clutching his ears in pain. Zim retrieved the dropped phone and put it to his head. He immediately winced and moved it a few inches away.
"Hi Master! YOU'S ON TV!"
"What are you talking about, GIR?"
"I can see you, say HI!"
"No. What do you mean, 'on TV'?"
Back on GIR's end of the line, the cute little robot was sitting in a room filled to the brim with monitoring screens, showing various parts of the restaurant. Clearly, it was the hub of the security system. "It's shiiiny..." GIR reasoned.
"Where are you?"
"SHINY!!!" A string of squeals erupted from the phone. Zim could take no more and hung up.
"That was GIR." He mentioned.
"GIR? You mean he's been waiting on this planet for millions of years for us?" Skoodge said in mild disbelief.
"I can't imagine why he'd want to do that." SIR said.
"But where is he?" asked Gaz.
"Behind there." SIR pointed to a nearby door. The scanners in his eyes had evidently locked on to GIR's ...unique brainwave pattern.
The others gaped at him. "How-" Skoodge began.
"Oh, didn't I tell you that I have a brain the size of a planet? Seems like the sort of thing I'd say, though I wouldn't expect you to listen to- Oh, God I'm depressed..."
A few minutes later, they were all reunited again.
To everyone else: Heya. Since they don't really cover how or why the main characters get to Miliways, I don't really know how that works. I could, of course, make up some pseudo-scientific treknobabble to explain it. (We sci-fi geeks have the power to do that, y'know.) But that would be cruel. I'm just gonna just say it was a space-time anomaly. Of course, everyone else here who reads sci-fi knows that the phrase "space-time anomaly" is code for, "whoops, we couldn't think of a way to explain it." Yeah.
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The thing about massive explosions is they more often than not, result in death. When a person is moments before death, via a massive explosion, it is often good for that person to reflect upon how life has been kind, fulfilling and generally pleasant to them. If this has not been the case, and life has in fact, been quite cruel to the person in question, he or she can still take comfort in the fact that it won't be troubling them very much longer.
Thoughts similar to these were altogether absent from the minds of the elevator's five occupants, who chose to instead meditate on concepts like: "Holy flaming Jesus!" and, "Crap! Crap! CRAP WE'RE GONNA DIE!" Whether this is a healthy way to deal with such as situation is up for debate. But while Jesus may or may have not been both holy and flaming, we can say for certain that the phrase "Crap, crap, crap we're gonna die" was most thoroughly inaccurate. For the individual responsible for that thought found himself, minutes later, regaining consciousness on a fairly tacky tangerine carpet, along with his four companions. This just goes to show how jumping to conclusions in a near-death situation can result in embarrassment, should one survive.
"My... head" Zim rubbed his temples.
"Snnx... mmm... just five more minutes, Gaz..." Dib muttered, turning around in his semiconsciousness.
"Wow... that was a new- SIR!" Skoodge cried, leaping up suddenly and bending the little robot's still form. "Um, he might be damaged..." he muttered, attempting to save face. Skoodge opened up a panel in SIR's chest, and within a few minutes, red light ebbed into his eyes, and he stood.
SIR turned to his master. "Why did you have to wake me? I was having the most miserable dream. I know robots don't dream but even that's better than being here."
"Where is 'here?'" Gaz asked.
"The Universe." intoned SIR with an air of hopelessness that would make a thousand goths green with envy.
"That is a good question, though..." Zim muttered, looking around.
"I don't think I've ever been here." Skoodge added.
"This may sound like a stupid question, but didn't we blow up just a few seconds ago?" asked Gaz.
"Yes." SIR said, Gaz turned to him, "That was a stupid question."
"Ah, abuse." Gaz said apathetically.
"Yes." replied SIR. Meanwhile, Zim had kicked Dib awake, allowing him to express his opinion on the situation. Zim was still not finished kicking Dib, however.
"Ow! Will you quit it?! Act your age, whatever the heck that is." Dib snapped at Zim. "You know, the fact that there isn't a scratch on any of us kinda takes credence away from the 'we were blown up' theory." he pointed out.
"Silence! If I say we were blown up, then we were blown up!" Zim replied.
"*I* said we were blown up, stupid." said Gaz.
"Oh, yes, of course, yes." Zim regained composure. "You're right then, we weren't blown up."
"Where... are we?" Dib had just noticed his surroundings, and was understandably impressed. The Restaurant at the End of the Universe was designed to both impress and baffle, while simultaneously loosening the grip on a few choice wallets. Every inch of every surface was encrusted with jewels, glitter and mirrors, surrounded by floating holograms and artificial pheromones, and illuminated by the shocking ultrablu lighting.
"I think I've heard of this place before." Skoodge searched his memory. "It's called... Miliways."
"Yuk." Said Gaz.
"It is kind of flashy, isn't it?" Skoodge admitted.
"That's like saying the Atlantic Ocean is 'kind of deep.'" Gaz replied.
"Huh?" Skoodge and Zim said at once.
"It's incredible..." Dib was delighted. The colors, sounds and atmosphere were overwhelming and beautiful in their way. This was the only positive experience he'd been able to associate with space so far, and he was enjoying it.
"Yes, yes, everything's incredible." Zim said dismissively, "But how did we get here?"
"Space-time anomaly?" Someone suggested.
"Sure, fine."
"The real question is, how do we leave here?" Gaz asked. The enormity of the fact that they no longer had a spaceship washed over the five of them. As if in answer to their question, the phone behind them suddenly rang. Automatically, Dib answered it.
"...Hello?"
"HI DIBBAH!!!"
"Yah!" The volume and pitch of GIR's scream sent Dib reeling backwards, clutching his ears in pain. Zim retrieved the dropped phone and put it to his head. He immediately winced and moved it a few inches away.
"Hi Master! YOU'S ON TV!"
"What are you talking about, GIR?"
"I can see you, say HI!"
"No. What do you mean, 'on TV'?"
Back on GIR's end of the line, the cute little robot was sitting in a room filled to the brim with monitoring screens, showing various parts of the restaurant. Clearly, it was the hub of the security system. "It's shiiiny..." GIR reasoned.
"Where are you?"
"SHINY!!!" A string of squeals erupted from the phone. Zim could take no more and hung up.
"That was GIR." He mentioned.
"GIR? You mean he's been waiting on this planet for millions of years for us?" Skoodge said in mild disbelief.
"I can't imagine why he'd want to do that." SIR said.
"But where is he?" asked Gaz.
"Behind there." SIR pointed to a nearby door. The scanners in his eyes had evidently locked on to GIR's ...unique brainwave pattern.
The others gaped at him. "How-" Skoodge began.
"Oh, didn't I tell you that I have a brain the size of a planet? Seems like the sort of thing I'd say, though I wouldn't expect you to listen to- Oh, God I'm depressed..."
A few minutes later, they were all reunited again.