This chapter is dedicated to Nny, because I love him sooooo much. Also to Yomiko the Hellbunny Slayer, for having the most kick-ass name in the whole
Word to the wise: DO NOT TALK ON THE PHONE AND IM AT THE SAME TIME.
I went to ask someone Who're you? when they IMed me, while talking on the phone. I kinda forget the apostrophe. And the Question mark.

As I watched the stars lazily drift past, I thought about the situation I found myself in. My biggest problem was that I couldn't talk to anyone besides Zim, and that wasn't going to do me any good. He has some personal agenda against his rulers, who apparently snubbed him for some reason. He's out to get them, and he's going to make me help. I don't want to kill anyone. Well, maybe my sixth grade computer teacher, but definitely not somebody I didn't know.
Right now I wish I'd never even gotten this PAK. It's giving me weird thoughts, too. I keep hearing whispers. Hearing things is one of the primary signs of mental instability. They tell me things about Irk, things I'd never known. It sounds like a beautiful place. I love to listen to things about it. And I'm part of this planet, this Master race… see? Stuff like that. I don't know what I'm going to do.
Always in the stories I've read, the Hero comes up with some great plan at the last second and saves everybody. I just hope I can do the same. I don't know if I can, though. I can't even come up with a good strategy for bludgeon ball, and there's not even a (very big) chance to get killed in that game. I read once that the brain works best when It's relaxed, like when you're about to go to sleep. Might as well try it… yawn.

The best feeling in the world is being asleep. I am asleep. I'm having a dream... about Dib. He's saying… gibberish. I'm laughing… he is funny. He's pointing at something… Zim. He looks funny. Like he's gonna…tackle Dib or something…No... that's silly. Dib's going to sleep, too…
I am asleep… but not quite… I hear something. Do what? I dunno. Oh, wait. Open eyes. That's good. I open my eyes. It's dark. Wait. That's ok… Something's moving... some thing black… black like everything else. So what is it. It's getting closer…. Oh, shit.
It's Zim.
He's got something in his hand. I try to look and see what it is… too tired… blackness coming… nice warm blackness…

"I had the freakiest dream last night," I said.
"Oh, really," Zim said. "What was it about?" "I can't remember, but I know it was freaky."
I pondered.
"I think the tallest were in it." I said at last.
"Oh, really… That's very interesting."
"ENGLISH GUYS! ENGLISH!" Dib screamed.
"I'm trying!" I screamed. Dib looked shocked.
"I don't know what you just said, but you sound pissed. Are you pissed?"
"Yes, I am pissed. And I am bored. Yenah."
Wait.
"Yenah?" What does that mean?"
"Yenah?" Zim said, puzzled. "It's slang on Irk. It means long live Irk. Basically."
"Then why did I just say it?"
"I dunno."
He does know. I know it. It's cuz of the PAK. It's giving me weird thoughts. And probably weird dreams too. I wish I could talk to Dib about this thing. Somehow I don't think I'll get a straight answer from Zim. It occurred to me to wonder where Mom was.
"Where'd Mom go? Back to kill GIR?"
"Um…I dunno. Probably."
"Okay." I came to an abrupt descision for no apparent reason.
"What were you talking to Jhonen about?"
"Oh, you know… things. I haven't seen him for hundreds of years, you know."
"You were talking about me."
"No. We weren't." He looked at me suspiciously. "You weren't spying, were you?"
"Yes. I was. I heard you say something about your leaders, and the massive. What's going on? If I'm going to have to help, I want to know something about it."
"You're seriously pissing me off, so I'm leaving now," Dib said sullenly, slinking off.
"What's happening, Zim?"
He sighed, red eyes focusing on the floor.
"You don't know enough about Irk, about how it works, about the tallest, to do anything. I need help. Doing what is right for irk. And that's where you come in."
"So that's what I was? A soldier? I'm your son! Doesn't that mean a thing to you?"
"No. It really doesn't. Irkens come from tubes, kid. We don't have parents, we don't have kids. All Irken females are sterile. Bred that way genetically, so the Tallest can keep tabs on the whole population. You have to understand Irken mentality. There is no emotion for us. There is triumph, and there is a loyalty to our planet. That's all."
"Tell me about everything. It's not like we don't have time, it's not like anyone is spying. Tell me."
Zim sighed.
"Fine. Irk is a regulated planet. Irkens are basically machines. We live in our PAKs. Everything saved in there can be put on another body, no problem. We cannot die unless our Pak is destroyed. It's been that way since our births. We all come from the birthing facility. This is because we need to have an army, a military supply at all times."
He tapped his head.
"This brain, this body, was stolen from a lesser race, Irkens did not always look like this. But this is the most able body we could find. Put with our minds, we are the true Aryan race you humans search for. But Irk has fallen on bad times. The last thousand years, the Tallest have been obsessed with controlling the entire universe. They trained huge numbers of invades, sending to all corners of the galaxy. I was one of these. Untill I realized what he planets I had conquered, what was happening to them. They were destroyed, made into giant parking structures, or simply stripped of their recources and left to float, cold and empty, in the void." "But if you knew this was happening, why would you keep doing it? What made you hate the Earth people so?"
"I was told to. The PAKs, they can regulate thought, emotions. It's like brainwashing to the extreme. I was literally programmed to follow directions. Until I found the chip, while repairing the Pak. I took it out to examine it, and I suddenly realized that everything I had ever felt was fabricated. I'd never had a single real thought in my life. The tallest knew I had done this, and so they set about trying to kill me. They had to do it before I told the other Irkens, and there was a rebellion. But they failed. I had been trained well, and I escaped. I've been on the run for years. And I don't want to run anymore. The only way to fix this whole thing was to kill the tallest. By any means neccisary."
"I had no idea…"
I looked up at him, my face set.
"I'll help. But you have to teach me how. I can't do half the stuff you do."
He grinned, a slightly frightening, feral sort of smile.
"I can teach you."

Thenks for reading! More up soon. Everybody say a prayer for Terri Schaivo, K?