Chapter 4: Control Brain Justice
"Earth?" Purple gaped in open-mouthed incredulity. "Your great soldier love died on the same planet that can't even get rid of Zim?" Delan narrowed her eyes at Purple in a definite death glare. Purple tried to hold back his laughter. Honestly, he did! But despite his best efforts, a soft chuckle escaped him.
At least, Purple laughed right up until Delan pulled a knife from her bathrobe. If Purple hadn't been tied up, he would've started banging his head against the wall while proclaiming himself to be an idiot. Faster than Purple's eyes could follow, the blade swooped down...
And sliced easily through Purple's bonds. "Get out," Delan growled before storming off to the bathroom.
Purple just continued to lay on the bed, marvelling at the fact that he was still alive. After several seconds of enjoying the often under-appreciated art of breathing, Purple rolled off of the bed. Going to the bathroom door, Purple pressed his antennae against the cold metal, sighing at the sound of muffled sobs. Oh geez! He hadn't meant to make her cry! He'd just thought it was funny that Zim survived where the soldier hadn't. "C'mon, Re- ummm... Delan!" Purple whined through the door.
Purple had to jerk away from the door as somthing crashed noisily against it. Great... Now she was throwing things. Purple tried again. "I'm sorry!" Again something thudded against the door. This just wasn't going well. Casting one last glance at the bathroom door, Purple jammed his hands in his pockets and left.
Out in the hallway, Purple began to wander aimlessly. There was just too much on his mind - the Resisty, Snackoria, Red - to be able to go back to his room and right to sleep, so Purple decided to let his feet take him where they would.
Maybe Purple should go tell the Control Brains about what he'd learned. Someone willing to give up her identity as Delan had done had to be a sign of faulty data in the ID Pak. And that didn't even touch on this whole matter of love! Love just wasn't supposed to happen among Irkens, and yet here Purple had been presented with a disgustingly obvious display of love.
The Control Brains would be aghast to learn that all of this had been going on with one of Irk's leaders. Purple paused in the hallway and sighed as he thought about what the Control Brains would do. If they decided that Delan's data was too far corrupted, they would just destroy her data entirely.
On the other claw, if they decided her data could be salvaged, they would probably just eradicate the faulty data and reinstate her as Delan again. But she wouldn't be the same person. Her personality would be completely wiped out and she would go through the rest of her life as little more than an organic machine.
No... Purple couldn't do that to Delan. Sure, maybe she'd been lying about who she was, but it couldn't all be a lie. Could it? And he had to admire her. Not many Irkens would have the sheer guts to take on another life.
Still, Purple would feel better if he could talk to someone. Nodding to himself, Purple started hovering towards sickbay.
The night shift doctor merely glanced up in surprise at Purple's entry. But the Tallest ignored the shorter Irken and continued on through the antiseptic smell and sterile environment. Beyond the hospital section lay Purple's goal - the private apartments of the Massive's doctors. Purple gave the nameplates on the doors only a passing glance until at last he came to the one he sought.
After ringing the bell, Purple waited. Soon an old Irken, eyes drooping with sleepiness, stood yawning in front of the Tallest. "Dr. Gizmo, can we talk?"