It's raining again.
It always rains here, and I've grown accustomed to it now. It's still annoying though. More proof that I will never be able to leave Dib's clutches. Even if I were to try and escape on a day it didn't rain (which was an extremely rare occurrence on this stink-hole), it would more than likely rain the next day, before I could get far enough away.
Dib's been out-of-commission for the past few days since that 'incident'. How the human managed to slice himself upon the first place, I'm not entirely sure, but he's long since healed and he hasn't gone "out" since.
Not that I care at all.
At least he's been kind enough to ignore me lately. Infact, he seems to be avoiding me for whatever reason, and leaving me to my own devices (or lack there of). He's always locked in his study, and whenever I do see him now, he's engrossed by some ignorant Earth book or a newly discovered piece of information. He won't even look at me.
I still wonder what happened, but after the 'incident' from last time I don't dare ask. It seems something at wherever it is he goes 'out' to scared him. Whatever it was must have really been something spooky. I mean, he's never been like this before, and I can't think of anything else that would have frightened him.
It doesn't matter though, because he just leaves me in peace (not in pieces for once) in my spot on the windowsill. It's the only place I can actually tolerate in this hellhole, since it gives me a glimpse of the outside world. Even if it was always raining poison…it was still something to look at.
Someday I catch myself looking up at that grey blanket above the Earth, half expecting The Armada to burst through, shredding the sky into little pieces and flying about in their almighty glory. Millions upon millions of voot cruisers, lining up to shoot down the remaining buildings until they are only ashes.
Then after that, one of the voot cruisers would pull up to this stupid foggy window and smash it open. The glass of the pod would slide open, revealing an Irken like me standing proud. A SIR would salute me as his master reached a hand out to me.
" We've come to bring you home." He'd say to me.
Almost immediately, I'd take his hand and I would be crammed into his voot cruiser (for they aren't the roomiest of vehicles). As the glass shuts in front of us, I would see Dib climbing through the glass to stand on the outside edge, as though he could somehow grab me and pull me back.
Then, my new commrade gives me the greatest of honors. He allows me the pleasure of blowing my prison into bits and pieces. Oh, how I would watch the pieces fall like confetti. Sweet destructive confetti.
This is when the tallest would show up on the view screen, congratulating me on a job well done and apologizing for their late arrival. They would also compliment me on my sudden growth spurt. My comrade, his SIR, and myself would all salute them off and we would fly back through the clouds into the starry sky.
It would be wonderful.
Usually by now I would be awoken from my precious dayslumber. Usually by the Dib-beast or some equally irritating sound outside my dream world. I hate that. It means I have to remember that my dreams aren't my reality.
They are rather nice dreams though. I don't know…I guess it proves I still have hope…somewhere. They remind me of things I used to have and things I will have eventually.
Dib never talks about his dreams anymore. He used to have so many of them but they just seem to have disappeared. They faded and wore away so now all he has is his stupid reality. There's an area where I still reign supreme to him--I still have my dreams intact.
…Not that I care or anything like that. Why would it bother me that he screwed up his life? After all, he managed to screw up mine completely.
I still can't help wondering just what goes on where he 'goes' all the time. It doesn't matter though. For all I know, he'll probably never go back. He'll live to be one of those fairy-tale hermit creatures who spends all day working in his study. Never goes out, but still brags to the world that he's got a pet alien.
Still…I wish he'd leave. I hate it when he's here. He's so unpredictable and I can't stand him! I wish I could just shove him out the door--or even better, out the window--and make him leave me alone for the rest of my miserable existence. I'm going to be stuck here the rest of my life whether he's here or not, all because of that stupid rain. I hate the rain! I don't need him here taunting me as well.
…I must admit though…it would be sort of lonely without him.
ARGH, what am I SAYING? I hate him! I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM SO MUCH!
Stupid Dib, he's so annoying, especially the way he talks to himself. Granted, he did that before The Impact, but now he doesn't talk to anyone else anymore. Not even me.
Sometimes he'll just list various components he needs for a new project. Sometimes he'll just ask himself a question out loud.
His most disturbing discussions with himself came from his room late at night. He would never talk in his slumber, he would screech and cry out at the top of his lungs. I could never peek for too long though, because usually he would spring awake after a little while.
Somehow, he seems so much more vulnerable when he's asleep. In this horrid reality, he is always confident and cocky and is a horrid filth-beast. However, when he is dozing off he looks so frightened and vulnerable. Perhaps this is why he doesn't sleep very much anymore either. He must be afraid of his nightscares or something.
I still could care less though. Even if he weren't forcing me to remain here in his prison, I still would not care at all. After all he is nothing more than a filthy stink-beast. I am a superior being, even if I haven't felt much like it in years. Why should I care if he's scared or hurting? I should be causing that pain!
Someday The Armada will come for me. Someday. I'll probably be dead and gone by the time they arrive however. I still wonder why they haven't come already…after all, I disappeared from contact a little over five years ago. Then again, that really isn't all that long for our race. They'll probably coming looking in about five hundred years and by then I estimate that this Earthy water-poison will have worn down all the architectural structures, leaving me to die slowly.
At least the Dib-beast will be dead by then.
I still catch myself looking up at the sky through that one little window. It is incredibly depressing that no matter what time of day it is, you can never see the stars because of the smoky clouds. Another constant reminder of something I can never have.
Occasionally, I begin to doubt my leaders. I begin to think that they will never come and that even if they bothered to stop by this filthy dirt clod they would just laugh at my corpse. They would laugh at me, for I was stupid enough to be caught. By the enemy no less.
Of course that will never happen. I am a loyal Irken solider. They will come…eventually.
The Dib shall rue the day he messed around in Irken affairs more complex than his big head could handle. Oh he shall.
For now though, he will have to settle for wallowing in his misery. Whatever it is probably his own fault anyway. I've got nothing to do with it.
So I'll just sit here, alone on this windowsill, waiting for The Armada to show up. Then I'll blast Dib's brain out and I can go home…drink some space soda…do stuff…yeah.
…Why does that thought give me this…empty-black-hole feeling?
That does it. I simply must discover what it is that is making Dib this way. I must find learn why he shut his dream box so tight and why he won't say anything to me anymore.
It's not because I care. It's just…an informational study. What's that old Earth saying now? " Know thy enemy."? It seems appropriate…if I am ever to leave this place I must get by the Dib-Beast. I must know what it is that makes him so vulnerable…so WEAK! Then, I shall harness that information and use it AGAINST him!
So there. I do not care at all about him. There is no concern in me at all for that filthy human.
I shall confront the Dib tomorrow. Somewhere deep inside me, it feels like my squeedly spooch is bouncing around within me. Something inside me remembers vividly my iron hell and everything I've been put through thus far.
I still don't care though. I must know why he is behaving so oddly. There are no other options anymore.
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