I am the Enemy pt 7

Carved into the disembodied carcass left in your room by Invader Sideos. Wow, I have absolutely nothing to do. My friends aren't online. I have no e-mails to answer to. No homework/coursework to finish. Even torturing the wall man has become slightly tiresome Tazer's wall man. Sighs and walks back to computer I hope my bored mood don't reflect in this chapter.

"Maybe you could let me go hu? That may be fun right?"

"No wall man, your here to be shocked and tortured, so be quiet!"

Yea so this could be the last chapter I'm not sure, depends how I write it. I'm taking a shower before writing this as it helps clear my head and I'm gonna consume loads of chocolate. Oh and listen to Ode to Joy by (who else but) Ludwig Van Beethoven and the ones who first inspired me. The Levellers.

I don't own Zim...Nick (said with great hatred) do.

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Dib ran into the base. Zim was nowhere to be seen, but Gir was sitting happily on the couch. The moment the robot saw its second master run in it launched itself at him.

Gir smashed into Dib's head, grabbing with an iron grip only a robot could manage. "Master DIB! Give me a HUG!"

Dib stumbled round with the insane little robot on his head, smashing into many objects. "GIR, get off my HEAD!"

The little robot was oblivious to Dibs panicky anger. "But it's sooo BIG and WARM!"

Dib stopped wobbling slightly at the weight of Gir on his head. "Gir, if you don't get off my head I wont give you your suck monkey."

Instantly the little robot let go and instead dived into the bag for his suck monkey. "YAY slurp slurp Master is in the slurp slurp lab working on the...I don't know. slurp" Dib gave Gir a strange questioning look, before heading quickly down to the Labs through the toilet. Once there he quickly located Zim. He was typing away, drawing up and finalising notes on a project he and Dib had worked on about turning all water into jelly.

As Dib rushed in Zim looked up and cast a half smile. "Ahh, Dib. Look, I think we need to increase the amount of-"

"NO TIME!" Dib interrupted, grabbing Zim by the shoulders. "Zim, in a few hours Gaz is going to arrive here with a small army! She found me at the store and we...talked." Dib stopped waving his arms about at this, amazingly the idea of him and his ex-sister arguing still hurt him.

Zim, oblivious to this, spun round at lightning speed to look Dib in the eyes, an angry panic showing through them. "What did you tell her?"

Dib relayed the whole conversation to Zim, who after Dib had finished, flopped back into his chair. "DAMM THESE HUMANS! We need to get out of the base before she gets here, even the base cannot hold off a force of that size. Come on, we'll grab what we can and escape into the space station." Dib nodded in agreement, but Gaz's question still hung in his mind.

Safe above the earth, Zim watched as the earth media ripped his base apart; the defences had stopped them at level 2. Should they get any further then that, they would begin to encounter the human experiments and that wouldn't be good.

They had arrived as Gaz said they would. She had apparently told them that the house belonged to a group of suspicious looking terrorist types. It had only taken 10 minutes for them to arrive. The defences had attacked and a sort of mini battle had ensued. It was almost funny watching the police being beaten by lawn gnomes. But then they had attacked with force, using tanks and S.W.A.T teams to move in.

The top level had been destroyed, but the defences of level 2 were holding them off, if just for now. Dib and Zim stood side by side, watching the humans attacking the place that they had lived in for so long. They had managed to escape with the majority of the important equipment, the lasers, teliporters, etc and anything they couldn't transport into the space station had been destroyed.

Dib had been sad to see the way they had to destroy all that equipment, but something else was bothering him. Gaz's proposition still hung in his mind. Should I turn back against Zim? We've become so close lately. And the mission, the Empire and my Tallest? What about them? He crossed one arm round his body and held one hand to his mouth, giving the impression that he was deep in thought.

He jumped out of his thoughts as Zim spoke suddenly. "Look at them. Stupid humans, they never responded to the real threat of an Irken invader, but tell them there's a bunch of stink beasts living near with a bunch of ideals different from the state's and they arrive in their dozens."

Dib nodded wryly, that much was true.

Zim carried on, oblivious of Dib's odd silence. "I hate these filthy, smelly, stupid things so much!"

Dib suddenly, without thinking, muttered "They're not stupid."

"I mean…what?" Zim stopped giving Dib a strange, confused look. "What did you just say?"

Dib kept his eyes on the screen, but his voice grew harder and louder. "I said they're not stupid."

Zim didn't seem to know how to react to this. He looked like he was ether going to shout at Dib, or laugh at him. In the end he chose to laugh. "Ha ha ha, good one Dib."

Dib didn't laugh. "I'm serious. Humans are not stupid."

Zim suddenly lost all his humour. His eyes narrowed and his voice grew quietly angry. "Dib…have you lost your mind? What you're saying is wrong and you know it. We Irkens are better then them." And he pointed to the screen where the S.W.A.T teams were beginning to breach the 2nd level.

Dib closed his eyes and simply said. "You know, Zim...we're not."

Zim exploded with anger. He advanced on Dib and shouted down where his ear would have been. "WHAT! WE ARE THE PERFECT RACE!"

Dib snapped round and shoved Zim back, his expression breaking out into a furious anger of his own. "No, Zim you're wrong. Your whole damm system is wrong. Sure we have perfection, but at what cost? What is the point of perfection when you cannot question that perfection?"

Zim growled and his voice went dangerously low. "What are you saying, Dib? Are you suggesting that our way of life is wrong? Are you questioning the authority of the almighty Tallest? Of the control brains?"

Dib scowled and turned away from Zim, he couldn't stand to look at him. "Think about it, Zim. You've been taking orders all your life, but have you ever questioned those orders?"

He heard Zim growl behind him. "I never needed to. I do whatever the Tallest tell me to, for the good of our entire race."

Dib spun round again to stare at Zim coldly. He needed to see the Irken's reaction to his next question. "But has it ever been for your own good? Irkens don't have any choice any more; our whole race is just pointed in a direction and told to go forward without a say in the matter. And the saddest thing is…we do."

Zim raised himself to his full height, which wasn't much. "Dib, look around you. So what if we follow orders without thinking? Look at what doing just that has achieved! Nothing can stand against us. We are perfect and by rights we should rule the universe, humanity is just another civilisation to be crushed underfoot by a better civilisation that has beaten them to the finish line."

Dib looked down sadly. "What about freedom of expression…of choice…of opinion?"

Zim smirked nastily. "Expression? Choice? Freedom? They are only tools for disillusionment and a weakness to a race that is perfected. Yes, the humans have the freedom of opinion and expression, but look where it has got them. Different opinions form different ideas that form discussions, which leads to arguments, which leads to fighting, which leads to needless violence on your fellow species. Individuality is pointless when it halts the overall progress of the people."

Dib didn't want to admit it, but he could see the horrific logic in Zim's statement. He began to review the last few month's, his life had changed so much on that day. His appearance, his feelings, his beliefs. Living with Zim and not giving a toss about the safety of the human race had been...fun. He hated to acknowledge it, but he had truly felt like he belonged. However, he had seen what was going on. He had seen the cost of perfection.

Gaz's voice rang through his mind. You've been brainwashed. He didn't want to face it, but deep down he realised she was right. A single tear sparked in his eye as he remembered all he had done and thought against his beloved planet. But another part reminded him of all that his beloved planet had done to him, all the sneers and ignorance it had shown him. His heart was torn between his old loyalty to his true birth place and the one that offered acceptance in exchange for slavery. Dib was so captured in his internal struggle that he didn't notice when the small green invader walked to his side.

When Zim spoke he was no longer angry, but comforting. "Dib, we must all make sacrifices for the greater good. You once said that you would die to defend the Empire and I still think you would do that, however."

Zim walked over to the middle of the room. Dib looked up at him, his face sad and confused. Zim however, stared at him coldly. "I'm going to give you a choice." And he slowly cast one hand to his right. "Over on the right keyboard is a button that will cause the base to explode with the power to annihilate earth. Designed as a fail safe to make sure that no filthy alien scum could get their hands on our technology. If you chose this you will be throwing away your old life forever." He cast one hand over to his left. "On the left is the door out of this room and towards the escape pods. You can take one and leave to go back to earth forever and I will leave and go back to Irk. You can live on earth in peace without me trying to destroy it. Maybe even one day you find a way to turn yourself back." He snarled. "To lower yourself back to them."

Dib looked from left to right, his mind torn in two by the twisted choice of options. His mind raced. What should I do? Disappointing freedom, or enjoyable slavery? Acceptance with aliens or rejection with my own, true, kind? Is it right to sacrifice my own free will for my own personal peace?

Zim stood patiently as he watched Dib mentally weighed the pros and cons of each decision.

Then finally Dib looked straight into Zim's red eyes. "I've made my decision."

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Well? How many out there wanna stab me with forks? Go onto my authors notes if ya want to see my views on it all.