Hi everyone! Sorry this took so long, didn't mean it. Its hard to write a
story when you keep on switching houses. Yeeck. And plus, the fires here
had been really stressing. I'm pretty paranoid, yep. Has anyone here seen
The Rocky Horror Picture Show? My girlfriend gave it to me for my b-day.
To the Gods, that is a weird movie. But funny! And I kept on showing
pictures of Dr. Frank-N-Furter to my friends, and they got seriously
traumatized.not every day that you see a man wearing gross amounts of make-
up and women's lingerie.strange, yes. But Tim Curry did a bang-up job of
playing him, and he is a wonderful singer. Why am I rambling to you about
Transvestites and other oddities? I really don't know.
Have you ever been driven home by a stupid teenage boy in a car with all of his friends? It wasn't too pleasant, and this guy giving me a ride home accidentally ran a stop sign right in front of the DMV.it was actually really funny. Well, not really, because he may have been caught, and then my dad would have to get really pissed and would have to jump into the new 1971 VW micro bus we got.that is one awesome car. It's bitchin', and for some odd reason the people that we bought it from had put a dune buggy engine in it, which isn't even street legal. Don't worry, we got it removed. Now it runs much better. I'm rambling again.apologies to you all.
~Bleh.. I don't want to want to write my name right now, k?
* * *
Three weeks after the party, all of the children were still following the sentences of their punishment.
Miles away from the Academy, Zim and Tak had the lovely privilege of working in the smeetery, section 582-R, and got to baby-sit all the little angels.
"Ff-fuck you, Sater! You did TOO eat Atar's sandwich!" An infuriated Zim yelled at a small, red-eyed male smeet whose mouth was obviously full of something. It wasn't really that Zim was mad at this smeet all that much; she was just going slowly insane.
The little smeet shook his head furiously, unable to speak lest a partially chewed sandwich tumble out of it. His eyes were wide with fear of the insane, short females that were glaring at him accusingly.
"SPIT IT OUT!!" Tak roared, alerting the entire room of smeets to just how far her rage went this time. Immediately, they all ducked and covered out of fear, except for a few strong-headed, high-strung smeets, who decided to actually get closer to their young, angry caretakers. One of them even decided to speak up in Sater's defense, mostly to prove to the others that she was brave; they had all said she was a wimp, and she wanted to show them that she wasn't.
"Actually," She began, loudly, and everyone heard her. "Sater DID NOT eat Atar's sandwich. Atar just wants another sandwich. Sater is eating his sandwich right now." The other smeets gasped, Atar looked enraged, Sater looked relieved and thankful, Tak and Zim turned towards the little female.
"Is that so?" Zim tried to ask calmly as she ground her teeth. The little female smeet nodded, and everyone nodded with her. It seemed as if everyone knew, yet was too fearful of Tak and Zim to speak up. Tak flashed a genuine smile, happy to see that shy little girl actually talking; there hadn't been a peep from her for the entire three weeks, and Tak had been getting increasingly worried about the little girl's health and mental state. As Zim was attempting to calm down and stay sane, Tak walked slowly up to the smeet.
"Hello. You haven't spoken all this time, and I don't know your name. Would you care to tell me? I'm sure you already know my name, as does everyone else here." She said kindly, her soft violet eyes friendly. Tak gave off none of the dangerous, annoyed, don't - bother - me - and - you'll - escape - with - all - your - limbs air she seemed to wear all the time, and this made the little girl less apprehensive. She relaxed visibly, but didn't say anything for a long time. She wanted to test Tak's and Zim's patience, you see, for she was a very experimental and curious little girl. Tak bit her lip, worried that she may have overwhelmed or intimidated the child. She opened her mouth to apologize, but was cut short.
"My name is Attiena. And, yes, I do know your names, Tak," She nodded to Tak. "Zim," She nodded towards Zim.
Tak relaxed visibly, and released a sigh of relief. She extended her hands to Attiena, and picked the little girl up, started to spin around. Attiena squealed in joy, waving her arms and kicking her legs happily. After a few minutes of this, in which Zim was watching in incredulity and slight bemusement, Tak put the smeet down. In a matter of seconds, throngs of smeets gathered around Tak, wanting to go for a ride as well. She opened her mouth to protest and/or whine and complain, but Zim put her hand on the violet-eyed girl's shoulder and shook her head, picked up one of the smeets, handed it to Tak, picked another one up in her arms, and began to do the same thing that Tak had done with Attiena, but a bit faster. Tak followed suit, happy that Zim had caught her before she could explode towards all the little, innocent smeets that really meant no big harm at all.
After a few hours and 361 smeets to spin later, the two girls were utterly exhausted, and although Irkens didn't need much sleep at all, if any, they both collapsed on the ground, just wanting to rest. Squealing joyfully, all the smeets piled up on top of the poor, exhausted girls. Groaning, they got up, all of the smeets tumbling off of them, squealing indignantly. Tak and Zim, holding onto each other for support, made their way slowly to their bedchambers.
Upon entering the room, the girls went their separate ways, Zim to the left, and Tak to the right, and flopped down into their separate beds, not bothering to put their heads on their pillows, or to go in their nightclothes, or to cover themselves with their blankets. Frankly, they were too tired to care about such things that were so mundane. Well, they seemed mundane at the time, anyways.
Oh, and in their exhaustion, they had forgotten to lock the door.
* * *
Poke. Poke. Poke. A giggle. Attiena was poking Tak's face an hour or so after her and Zim had fallen asleep, trying to see how long it would take to wake her up. At each poke, Tak would scrunch up her face slightly, or would swat at Attiena's tiny hand in her sleep. This time when Tak swatted Attiena's hand away, Attiena grabbed her hand and bit down on the fingers as hard as she could. This immediately awoke Tak, who shrieked briefly, angrily and in surprise. She waved around her arms, trying to find the culprit, but instead was flinging Attiena around, who was clinging desperately to Tak's wrist. Soon, after almost losing her grip, Attiena loosened a wail to wake the dead. Or, at least, alert Tak to what was happening. Tak froze, placed her hand delicately underneath Attiena, and gently pried her fingers loose, caught her in her palm. Tak sat up and placed Attiena in her lap, shushing her. She stroked her antennae in order to calm her sobbing, then brought her diminutive form level to her face.
"I'm sorry Attiena. I didn't know it was you. I was asleep, and didn't know what was happening," She shook her head slowly. "And, besides, you aren't supposed to be here. How did you get here?" A look of horror suddenly crossed her face. "Are the other children in here too? Did they get out of the smeet bedchambers too?" She asked quickly.
"No. Jus' me." Attiena reassured her. It was true; she hadn't been able to sleep, had found the door unlocked, and had decided to have some fun while the other smeets slept; then she could tell them about it in the morning, and they would all be jealous, and then she would lead them on a mission to the bedchambers of Zim and Tak, and they would reek havoc upon them, and then she would be greatly admired, and would be popular forever, and then.
Her thoughts were cut off by a sudden snort from Zim, who had slept like a rock through all the noise. Tak, already awake and alert, decided that she should begin to prepare breakfast for all the hundreds of smeets. She sighed audibly, with a sort of oh - I - am - SO - the - most - over - worked - sentient - being - in - the - universe attitude. She got up, careful to make sure she had a good grip on Attiena, stretched and yawned for the longest time she could remember. Tak was a light-sleeper, and obviously a morning Irken. She loved being awake, slept only when needed terribly, and woke up bright-eyed, sharp-minded, and ready to go. That was no different this time, and she was actually looking forward to making breakfast without Zim. That loud, ruby-eyed female always managed to break something, to burn something, to undercook something, ruin something, or just make it go horribly wrong.
Tak, feeling rather silly, placed Attiena on her head and let her play with her antennae. She walked briskly to the kitchen, shivering when her bare feet touched the cold tile. On a second thought, she went back to her room, put some new clothes on, and slipped on her boots, went back to the kitchen.
"Okay, Attiena, I want you to help me make breakfast for everyone. Its quite easy; all you have to do is hand me the items," She gestured to a pile of all the ingredients to make the pies, and set Attiena down next to them, quite confused as to why the computer had lain out ingredients to make single - serving pies with. Pies weren't really served, but Tak shrugged it off, knowing that it wasn't her place to choose what the smeets ate.
"Okay, looks like the pies have already been put together by the computer," Odd, she thought, looking at the crusts that were already filled with piles and piles of fresh berries, garnished on top with some spices and sweet herbs. "So I guess all we have to do is place them in the oven. Attiena, hand them to me, one at a time, and I'll put them in the oven. Ready? Let's get started then." And they set to putting the colorful, delicious pies in the large oven. Normally, it would be the computer that would cook for the smeets, and watch them, however, as this was punishment, Tak and Zim, and all the other pairs of unfortunate Irkens that had to watch the smeets in different sections, had to do these things themselves.
After putting all of the servings of breakfast into the oven, Tak set the temperature and the timer. In a matter of minutes, the pies were done, crisp and steaming, wisps of their sweet smell wafting out of the oven, causing both the females to salivate, along with the smeets, and making Zim's dream of dominating a planet into one of eating the planet, for it had turned into a giant pie. Zim awoke to find herself with a few pillows and some of her blanket in her mouth, chewing on them hardily. She didn't quite notice this for a while though. Instead, she just lay in he bed in a daze for maybe a few hours for all she knew. She, obviously, wasn't a morning person.
She rubbed her eyes, and then realized the gross amount of cloth and feathers in her mouth. She hacked and retched, pulled the now - moist cloth out of her mouth. Why was I eating those, she thought. Then she smelled the pies, heard the sizzle of the hot berry juice. Drooling, she slowly got up, yawned and stretched lightly, then began to sluggishly make her way to the kitchen.
When she entered the kitchen it was already warmed up from the oven and the mixed gold - red sunlight streaming in through the open windows. The entire room was aglow, light laughter bubbling from Tak as she watched Attiena holding onto her antennae for dear life as she sat on Tak's head, a smile in her eyes.
"Maybe some of these smeets really are little angels, eh, Tak?" Zim asked bemusedly, smiling broadly, almost laughing.
This startled Tak, who jumped and turned towards Zim surprisingly fast. She rolled her eyes happily, grinning widely. "Morning Zim. Glad to see you're awake," she said softly, contentedly. "Took you long enough." She teased.
Zim swatted at her half - heartedly. "Meh. You know I'm not a morning person, that is, when I actually do sleep. I could've slept all day had I not found I was attempting to eat my pillow while smells of delicious Sun Berry pie came wafting into the room and my dreams."
"These are Sun Berries? I've never had any, so I had no idea what these were," remarked Tak, gazing at the piles of berries that lay hot and steaming on the crisp, warm shells.
"Yep. See, they're red with spots of gold, the same color of our sun. That's why they're named that," Zim explained, picking one up and examining it. "Plus, these taste best hot. I suggest you serve them immediately, lest they cool down and become tart again," She popped the berry in her mouth, a look of bliss entering her face as the warm juices flooded her mouth. She closed her eyes, savoring the flavors. Tak was getting impatient.
"Hello! Irk to Zim, we have to serve these now!" She said irately, crossing her arms over her chest. Zim opened her eyes, nodded. She went across the room, picked up a floating disk - trolley, and began to load it up with the smeets' breakfast. Tak did the same, and soon both of them were pushing floating disks loaded with fragrant Sun Berry pies through the doors of the smeets' quarters.
"Room Service, fuckers!" Yelled Zim, but she was grinning broadly, almost beginning to like her job. Tak just rolled her eyes.
All of the smeets crowded around the two girls' feet, Attiena squealing in greetings to them in triumph. Tak and Zim began to hand the pies to all of the smeets, telling them profusely that they are not allowed to make messes, lest they wish to face Zim's insane female wrath.
When everything had quieted down, Attiena sauntered over to the middle of a large group of smeets.
"Told ya I could do it," She said proudly, a smug look on her face.
"Yeah, you were right. You should be a computer programmer or something, the way you programmed the computer to listen to you too. Oh, and thanks for telling it to put out these pies for the baby sitters to cook. You really are cool." Said Lillis, a female with gorgeous emerald eyes and a famous smirk that all the smeets knew and admired.
Attiena grinned. "Thanks," She said, swelling with pride, eyes shining. "What should I order the computer to prepare for lunch?" She asked.
"Hmm, how 'bout some sandwiches? Those are always good." Suggested Lillis. Everyone nodded his or her agreement, most of them with their mouths full.
"Okie dokie," said Attiena happily.
"I wonder what they're talking about." mused Zim aloud. "They must be plotting something," she said mock - suspiciously.
This alerted all the smeets to the presences of their caretakers, and they shut their mouths, trusting that Attiena knew what she was doing, and that she would be cautious about it.
"I'm counting on you," mouthed Lillis to her. Attiena gulped and nodded, then she finally started on her Sun Berry pie, which had almost been forgotten about. She savored every bite, as did most of the others, and when she finished she made sure she licked every last bit of the juice from her sticky fingers and palms.
Tak gazed happily at her, eyes sparkling. Zim stared at her in perplexity.
"You certainly seem to have seemed to have taken a liking to that one," she said slowly, a questioning look in her eyes. Tak turned towards her, smiled, nodded. She was beginning to that, maybe, this wasn't such a bad job after all.
A loud, high - pitched beep startled the room's inhabitants out of their reveries, conversations, games, followed by one of the walls was suddenly alight with an image of the Academy, engulfed in flames, Irken students and teachers fleeing. A reporter appeared.
"The Academy, number 9286, is engulfed in flames, as you can see," The red - eyed reporter began. "It seems as if one of the computers had a virus that had been quarantined; however, the virus was able to escape, and the entire computer - run building went haywire, and eventually managed to burn itself. So far, there are seventy-two injured, none dead. That is all we know so far, except that the virus is said to have been created by a student on the day 449 of this year. All who were working near or on the computers on that day are required to go to section 148, the outside Academy 9286 that was made underground in case of such an emergency. That is all." He concluded, then the screen went black.
Zim and Tak stared at each other; eyes and mouths open wide as this all soaked in. Slowly, they realized that they had, in essence, burned down the Academy.
Have you ever been driven home by a stupid teenage boy in a car with all of his friends? It wasn't too pleasant, and this guy giving me a ride home accidentally ran a stop sign right in front of the DMV.it was actually really funny. Well, not really, because he may have been caught, and then my dad would have to get really pissed and would have to jump into the new 1971 VW micro bus we got.that is one awesome car. It's bitchin', and for some odd reason the people that we bought it from had put a dune buggy engine in it, which isn't even street legal. Don't worry, we got it removed. Now it runs much better. I'm rambling again.apologies to you all.
~Bleh.. I don't want to want to write my name right now, k?
* * *
Three weeks after the party, all of the children were still following the sentences of their punishment.
Miles away from the Academy, Zim and Tak had the lovely privilege of working in the smeetery, section 582-R, and got to baby-sit all the little angels.
"Ff-fuck you, Sater! You did TOO eat Atar's sandwich!" An infuriated Zim yelled at a small, red-eyed male smeet whose mouth was obviously full of something. It wasn't really that Zim was mad at this smeet all that much; she was just going slowly insane.
The little smeet shook his head furiously, unable to speak lest a partially chewed sandwich tumble out of it. His eyes were wide with fear of the insane, short females that were glaring at him accusingly.
"SPIT IT OUT!!" Tak roared, alerting the entire room of smeets to just how far her rage went this time. Immediately, they all ducked and covered out of fear, except for a few strong-headed, high-strung smeets, who decided to actually get closer to their young, angry caretakers. One of them even decided to speak up in Sater's defense, mostly to prove to the others that she was brave; they had all said she was a wimp, and she wanted to show them that she wasn't.
"Actually," She began, loudly, and everyone heard her. "Sater DID NOT eat Atar's sandwich. Atar just wants another sandwich. Sater is eating his sandwich right now." The other smeets gasped, Atar looked enraged, Sater looked relieved and thankful, Tak and Zim turned towards the little female.
"Is that so?" Zim tried to ask calmly as she ground her teeth. The little female smeet nodded, and everyone nodded with her. It seemed as if everyone knew, yet was too fearful of Tak and Zim to speak up. Tak flashed a genuine smile, happy to see that shy little girl actually talking; there hadn't been a peep from her for the entire three weeks, and Tak had been getting increasingly worried about the little girl's health and mental state. As Zim was attempting to calm down and stay sane, Tak walked slowly up to the smeet.
"Hello. You haven't spoken all this time, and I don't know your name. Would you care to tell me? I'm sure you already know my name, as does everyone else here." She said kindly, her soft violet eyes friendly. Tak gave off none of the dangerous, annoyed, don't - bother - me - and - you'll - escape - with - all - your - limbs air she seemed to wear all the time, and this made the little girl less apprehensive. She relaxed visibly, but didn't say anything for a long time. She wanted to test Tak's and Zim's patience, you see, for she was a very experimental and curious little girl. Tak bit her lip, worried that she may have overwhelmed or intimidated the child. She opened her mouth to apologize, but was cut short.
"My name is Attiena. And, yes, I do know your names, Tak," She nodded to Tak. "Zim," She nodded towards Zim.
Tak relaxed visibly, and released a sigh of relief. She extended her hands to Attiena, and picked the little girl up, started to spin around. Attiena squealed in joy, waving her arms and kicking her legs happily. After a few minutes of this, in which Zim was watching in incredulity and slight bemusement, Tak put the smeet down. In a matter of seconds, throngs of smeets gathered around Tak, wanting to go for a ride as well. She opened her mouth to protest and/or whine and complain, but Zim put her hand on the violet-eyed girl's shoulder and shook her head, picked up one of the smeets, handed it to Tak, picked another one up in her arms, and began to do the same thing that Tak had done with Attiena, but a bit faster. Tak followed suit, happy that Zim had caught her before she could explode towards all the little, innocent smeets that really meant no big harm at all.
After a few hours and 361 smeets to spin later, the two girls were utterly exhausted, and although Irkens didn't need much sleep at all, if any, they both collapsed on the ground, just wanting to rest. Squealing joyfully, all the smeets piled up on top of the poor, exhausted girls. Groaning, they got up, all of the smeets tumbling off of them, squealing indignantly. Tak and Zim, holding onto each other for support, made their way slowly to their bedchambers.
Upon entering the room, the girls went their separate ways, Zim to the left, and Tak to the right, and flopped down into their separate beds, not bothering to put their heads on their pillows, or to go in their nightclothes, or to cover themselves with their blankets. Frankly, they were too tired to care about such things that were so mundane. Well, they seemed mundane at the time, anyways.
Oh, and in their exhaustion, they had forgotten to lock the door.
* * *
Poke. Poke. Poke. A giggle. Attiena was poking Tak's face an hour or so after her and Zim had fallen asleep, trying to see how long it would take to wake her up. At each poke, Tak would scrunch up her face slightly, or would swat at Attiena's tiny hand in her sleep. This time when Tak swatted Attiena's hand away, Attiena grabbed her hand and bit down on the fingers as hard as she could. This immediately awoke Tak, who shrieked briefly, angrily and in surprise. She waved around her arms, trying to find the culprit, but instead was flinging Attiena around, who was clinging desperately to Tak's wrist. Soon, after almost losing her grip, Attiena loosened a wail to wake the dead. Or, at least, alert Tak to what was happening. Tak froze, placed her hand delicately underneath Attiena, and gently pried her fingers loose, caught her in her palm. Tak sat up and placed Attiena in her lap, shushing her. She stroked her antennae in order to calm her sobbing, then brought her diminutive form level to her face.
"I'm sorry Attiena. I didn't know it was you. I was asleep, and didn't know what was happening," She shook her head slowly. "And, besides, you aren't supposed to be here. How did you get here?" A look of horror suddenly crossed her face. "Are the other children in here too? Did they get out of the smeet bedchambers too?" She asked quickly.
"No. Jus' me." Attiena reassured her. It was true; she hadn't been able to sleep, had found the door unlocked, and had decided to have some fun while the other smeets slept; then she could tell them about it in the morning, and they would all be jealous, and then she would lead them on a mission to the bedchambers of Zim and Tak, and they would reek havoc upon them, and then she would be greatly admired, and would be popular forever, and then.
Her thoughts were cut off by a sudden snort from Zim, who had slept like a rock through all the noise. Tak, already awake and alert, decided that she should begin to prepare breakfast for all the hundreds of smeets. She sighed audibly, with a sort of oh - I - am - SO - the - most - over - worked - sentient - being - in - the - universe attitude. She got up, careful to make sure she had a good grip on Attiena, stretched and yawned for the longest time she could remember. Tak was a light-sleeper, and obviously a morning Irken. She loved being awake, slept only when needed terribly, and woke up bright-eyed, sharp-minded, and ready to go. That was no different this time, and she was actually looking forward to making breakfast without Zim. That loud, ruby-eyed female always managed to break something, to burn something, to undercook something, ruin something, or just make it go horribly wrong.
Tak, feeling rather silly, placed Attiena on her head and let her play with her antennae. She walked briskly to the kitchen, shivering when her bare feet touched the cold tile. On a second thought, she went back to her room, put some new clothes on, and slipped on her boots, went back to the kitchen.
"Okay, Attiena, I want you to help me make breakfast for everyone. Its quite easy; all you have to do is hand me the items," She gestured to a pile of all the ingredients to make the pies, and set Attiena down next to them, quite confused as to why the computer had lain out ingredients to make single - serving pies with. Pies weren't really served, but Tak shrugged it off, knowing that it wasn't her place to choose what the smeets ate.
"Okay, looks like the pies have already been put together by the computer," Odd, she thought, looking at the crusts that were already filled with piles and piles of fresh berries, garnished on top with some spices and sweet herbs. "So I guess all we have to do is place them in the oven. Attiena, hand them to me, one at a time, and I'll put them in the oven. Ready? Let's get started then." And they set to putting the colorful, delicious pies in the large oven. Normally, it would be the computer that would cook for the smeets, and watch them, however, as this was punishment, Tak and Zim, and all the other pairs of unfortunate Irkens that had to watch the smeets in different sections, had to do these things themselves.
After putting all of the servings of breakfast into the oven, Tak set the temperature and the timer. In a matter of minutes, the pies were done, crisp and steaming, wisps of their sweet smell wafting out of the oven, causing both the females to salivate, along with the smeets, and making Zim's dream of dominating a planet into one of eating the planet, for it had turned into a giant pie. Zim awoke to find herself with a few pillows and some of her blanket in her mouth, chewing on them hardily. She didn't quite notice this for a while though. Instead, she just lay in he bed in a daze for maybe a few hours for all she knew. She, obviously, wasn't a morning person.
She rubbed her eyes, and then realized the gross amount of cloth and feathers in her mouth. She hacked and retched, pulled the now - moist cloth out of her mouth. Why was I eating those, she thought. Then she smelled the pies, heard the sizzle of the hot berry juice. Drooling, she slowly got up, yawned and stretched lightly, then began to sluggishly make her way to the kitchen.
When she entered the kitchen it was already warmed up from the oven and the mixed gold - red sunlight streaming in through the open windows. The entire room was aglow, light laughter bubbling from Tak as she watched Attiena holding onto her antennae for dear life as she sat on Tak's head, a smile in her eyes.
"Maybe some of these smeets really are little angels, eh, Tak?" Zim asked bemusedly, smiling broadly, almost laughing.
This startled Tak, who jumped and turned towards Zim surprisingly fast. She rolled her eyes happily, grinning widely. "Morning Zim. Glad to see you're awake," she said softly, contentedly. "Took you long enough." She teased.
Zim swatted at her half - heartedly. "Meh. You know I'm not a morning person, that is, when I actually do sleep. I could've slept all day had I not found I was attempting to eat my pillow while smells of delicious Sun Berry pie came wafting into the room and my dreams."
"These are Sun Berries? I've never had any, so I had no idea what these were," remarked Tak, gazing at the piles of berries that lay hot and steaming on the crisp, warm shells.
"Yep. See, they're red with spots of gold, the same color of our sun. That's why they're named that," Zim explained, picking one up and examining it. "Plus, these taste best hot. I suggest you serve them immediately, lest they cool down and become tart again," She popped the berry in her mouth, a look of bliss entering her face as the warm juices flooded her mouth. She closed her eyes, savoring the flavors. Tak was getting impatient.
"Hello! Irk to Zim, we have to serve these now!" She said irately, crossing her arms over her chest. Zim opened her eyes, nodded. She went across the room, picked up a floating disk - trolley, and began to load it up with the smeets' breakfast. Tak did the same, and soon both of them were pushing floating disks loaded with fragrant Sun Berry pies through the doors of the smeets' quarters.
"Room Service, fuckers!" Yelled Zim, but she was grinning broadly, almost beginning to like her job. Tak just rolled her eyes.
All of the smeets crowded around the two girls' feet, Attiena squealing in greetings to them in triumph. Tak and Zim began to hand the pies to all of the smeets, telling them profusely that they are not allowed to make messes, lest they wish to face Zim's insane female wrath.
When everything had quieted down, Attiena sauntered over to the middle of a large group of smeets.
"Told ya I could do it," She said proudly, a smug look on her face.
"Yeah, you were right. You should be a computer programmer or something, the way you programmed the computer to listen to you too. Oh, and thanks for telling it to put out these pies for the baby sitters to cook. You really are cool." Said Lillis, a female with gorgeous emerald eyes and a famous smirk that all the smeets knew and admired.
Attiena grinned. "Thanks," She said, swelling with pride, eyes shining. "What should I order the computer to prepare for lunch?" She asked.
"Hmm, how 'bout some sandwiches? Those are always good." Suggested Lillis. Everyone nodded his or her agreement, most of them with their mouths full.
"Okie dokie," said Attiena happily.
"I wonder what they're talking about." mused Zim aloud. "They must be plotting something," she said mock - suspiciously.
This alerted all the smeets to the presences of their caretakers, and they shut their mouths, trusting that Attiena knew what she was doing, and that she would be cautious about it.
"I'm counting on you," mouthed Lillis to her. Attiena gulped and nodded, then she finally started on her Sun Berry pie, which had almost been forgotten about. She savored every bite, as did most of the others, and when she finished she made sure she licked every last bit of the juice from her sticky fingers and palms.
Tak gazed happily at her, eyes sparkling. Zim stared at her in perplexity.
"You certainly seem to have seemed to have taken a liking to that one," she said slowly, a questioning look in her eyes. Tak turned towards her, smiled, nodded. She was beginning to that, maybe, this wasn't such a bad job after all.
A loud, high - pitched beep startled the room's inhabitants out of their reveries, conversations, games, followed by one of the walls was suddenly alight with an image of the Academy, engulfed in flames, Irken students and teachers fleeing. A reporter appeared.
"The Academy, number 9286, is engulfed in flames, as you can see," The red - eyed reporter began. "It seems as if one of the computers had a virus that had been quarantined; however, the virus was able to escape, and the entire computer - run building went haywire, and eventually managed to burn itself. So far, there are seventy-two injured, none dead. That is all we know so far, except that the virus is said to have been created by a student on the day 449 of this year. All who were working near or on the computers on that day are required to go to section 148, the outside Academy 9286 that was made underground in case of such an emergency. That is all." He concluded, then the screen went black.
Zim and Tak stared at each other; eyes and mouths open wide as this all soaked in. Slowly, they realized that they had, in essence, burned down the Academy.
