A/N: Special thanks to nny777slavelabor. (LIZ) Thankyouthankyouthankyou!
I appreciate it greatly. I am pleased you like it, and hope you enjoy how
it progresses. I gratefully listen to any ideas and accept any constructive
criticism you may have.
Standard Disclaimer: Mr. Vasquez owns Invader Zim. And unfortunately, so does Nick. I own a cupcake. Well, I did a few moments ago anyway.
Moving right along. ~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dib. Tiru Atos.
Night One.
Dib opened his eyes slowly, and groaned. He found himself sitting in an uncomfortable seat in the middle of a room whose walls were actually large blank computer monitors. Panic surged thru his system as he recognized immediately where he was.
"Oh great." He muttered sarcastically, fear evident in his voice.
It was one of those reoccurring nightmares he had for as long as he could remember. Lately, it seemed, this particular dream had been occurring on a regular basis, about twice a week, maybe more. He couldn't really remember. Sure this one varied from time to time, but it was basically the same dreadful dream. He knew pretty much what to expect. Just as he knew there was no chance he'd be waking up anytime soon.
Tiredly he rubbed his eyes, not surprised that his glasses were missing. In this nightmare, he didn't really need them. Here he could probably see better than most people he knew, but seeing better didn't make the dream any better or his fear any less. With a sigh of resignation he waited for the colossal monitors to come to life. He didn't have to wait very long.
The monitors flashed brightly three times, like they always did, blinding him momentarily, like they always did, then each screen ran a seemingly unending list of unscientific and meaningless schematics about some type of organic machine, like they always did.
Although the displayed information was written in a language that looked totally alien to Dib, he could read the words. Even so, they held no real meaning to him.
"Organic Harddrive: fully operational." "Organic Slavedrive: reserved." "Standard Brain Implants: fully operational." "Specialized Brain Implants: fully operational." "Nervous System: fully functional." Secondary Nervous System: reserved." Circulatory System: functioning at capacity." "Secondary Circulatory System: reserved."
The long list scrolled down the screens at an incredible pace. He was amazed he could even make out what it was saying. But what it said was boring, and totally meaningless. His scientific brain knew nonsense when it saw it.
Organic Harddrive: fully operational? What the heck was that suppose to mean? And who had an organic harddrive anyway, except maybe Zim. If he could have a squeedly spooch, and ocular implants, why not an organic harddrive? If his 'brain' was in his back pod, couldn't he have an organic computer in his head? He could think without his back pod, he just couldn't think for very long. Wasn't a brain just an organic computer anyway? Does that mean Zim has two brains?
But he knew the list wasn't talking about Zim. He had read it thousands of times before, long before Zim ever showed up. He knew what it said by heart, just a lot of meaningless crap.
This was the boring part of the dream. It was always the same. But at least it was harmless. It was what happened next that he was afraid of. The next part caused pain, and lots of it. After this particular dream, he always woke up with a migraine. One that make even the slightest movement painful, and made light and sound nearly intolerable. He hated this dream.
The list ended as abruptly as it began. The words "Subject Acceptable. Commencing Program." scrolled down the screens in a final message before three more blinding flashes heralded the next stage of the bizarre dream. Seemingly random images started to flash across the screens each accompanied by audible, seemingly random word.
At first Dib could recognize them:
A picture of a piece of toast filled the screen and the word "anger" could be heard. Next was a picture of Earth. He heard the word "loyalty ". A picture of a green monkey. - "Fear." His sister. - "Obey!" A storm cloud. - "Caution." A scary looking Chihuahua . - "Safety." A green dog. - "Ignore." An alien. - "Aware." Z? - "Knowledge."
But that soon changed, as the images were flashing across the screen at an ever increasing rate, and the words began to blend together. Dib moaned in protest as the images flashing across each screen reached a rate that made it impossible for the conscious brain to interpret. He covered his ears as the barrage of words became nothing more than white noise.
Dib squeezed his eyes tight against the onslaught of images, but he could still see them. The intensity of the images flooded his conscious, the sound of the blended words seeming to grow louder by the second. Dib fell to the floor, curling into a fetal position near the chair as all of this slowly forced him into a state near insanity. In then end, it was Dib's own screams that woke him.
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Standard Disclaimer: Mr. Vasquez owns Invader Zim. And unfortunately, so does Nick. I own a cupcake. Well, I did a few moments ago anyway.
Moving right along. ~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dib. Tiru Atos.
Night One.
Dib opened his eyes slowly, and groaned. He found himself sitting in an uncomfortable seat in the middle of a room whose walls were actually large blank computer monitors. Panic surged thru his system as he recognized immediately where he was.
"Oh great." He muttered sarcastically, fear evident in his voice.
It was one of those reoccurring nightmares he had for as long as he could remember. Lately, it seemed, this particular dream had been occurring on a regular basis, about twice a week, maybe more. He couldn't really remember. Sure this one varied from time to time, but it was basically the same dreadful dream. He knew pretty much what to expect. Just as he knew there was no chance he'd be waking up anytime soon.
Tiredly he rubbed his eyes, not surprised that his glasses were missing. In this nightmare, he didn't really need them. Here he could probably see better than most people he knew, but seeing better didn't make the dream any better or his fear any less. With a sigh of resignation he waited for the colossal monitors to come to life. He didn't have to wait very long.
The monitors flashed brightly three times, like they always did, blinding him momentarily, like they always did, then each screen ran a seemingly unending list of unscientific and meaningless schematics about some type of organic machine, like they always did.
Although the displayed information was written in a language that looked totally alien to Dib, he could read the words. Even so, they held no real meaning to him.
"Organic Harddrive: fully operational." "Organic Slavedrive: reserved." "Standard Brain Implants: fully operational." "Specialized Brain Implants: fully operational." "Nervous System: fully functional." Secondary Nervous System: reserved." Circulatory System: functioning at capacity." "Secondary Circulatory System: reserved."
The long list scrolled down the screens at an incredible pace. He was amazed he could even make out what it was saying. But what it said was boring, and totally meaningless. His scientific brain knew nonsense when it saw it.
Organic Harddrive: fully operational? What the heck was that suppose to mean? And who had an organic harddrive anyway, except maybe Zim. If he could have a squeedly spooch, and ocular implants, why not an organic harddrive? If his 'brain' was in his back pod, couldn't he have an organic computer in his head? He could think without his back pod, he just couldn't think for very long. Wasn't a brain just an organic computer anyway? Does that mean Zim has two brains?
But he knew the list wasn't talking about Zim. He had read it thousands of times before, long before Zim ever showed up. He knew what it said by heart, just a lot of meaningless crap.
This was the boring part of the dream. It was always the same. But at least it was harmless. It was what happened next that he was afraid of. The next part caused pain, and lots of it. After this particular dream, he always woke up with a migraine. One that make even the slightest movement painful, and made light and sound nearly intolerable. He hated this dream.
The list ended as abruptly as it began. The words "Subject Acceptable. Commencing Program." scrolled down the screens in a final message before three more blinding flashes heralded the next stage of the bizarre dream. Seemingly random images started to flash across the screens each accompanied by audible, seemingly random word.
At first Dib could recognize them:
A picture of a piece of toast filled the screen and the word "anger" could be heard. Next was a picture of Earth. He heard the word "loyalty ". A picture of a green monkey. - "Fear." His sister. - "Obey!" A storm cloud. - "Caution." A scary looking Chihuahua . - "Safety." A green dog. - "Ignore." An alien. - "Aware." Z? - "Knowledge."
But that soon changed, as the images were flashing across the screen at an ever increasing rate, and the words began to blend together. Dib moaned in protest as the images flashing across each screen reached a rate that made it impossible for the conscious brain to interpret. He covered his ears as the barrage of words became nothing more than white noise.
Dib squeezed his eyes tight against the onslaught of images, but he could still see them. The intensity of the images flooded his conscious, the sound of the blended words seeming to grow louder by the second. Dib fell to the floor, curling into a fetal position near the chair as all of this slowly forced him into a state near insanity. In then end, it was Dib's own screams that woke him.
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