"Talking"
'Thinking'
Stressed/MemoriesGaz sat in the small café with her hands gripping the coffee mug. The heat didn't bother her; in fact, it kept her tied to reality. She was finally going to meet Akam in reality to string together a business deal. Gaz smirked, she could really break away, but a good partner always eased the stress. She stared into the murky brown liquid of her cup and grimaced, Bloaty's should have never expanded their territories. Gaz closed her eyes and sighed, she could just rest a minute.
"Gaz-Human!"
Her eyes snapped open and raised the cup to her lips. She knew that her sanity would one day snap much like her elder brother's. Gaz choked the liquid down and sighed. She closed her eyes again and this time kept them closed.
She had been going to his base ever since he had saved her life. He didn't call it saving; he referred to it as "necessary actions." Zim had also claimed that the she would be the only human to make a decent slave. Still, they would watch movies together and worked on various projects that Zim claimed to be to complicate for her "brain meats," but she figured it out faster than him. It was a week after she had been saved and she had found him furiously working on his PAK.
"What are you doing now?" Gaz questioned as she stepped off the flat disk known as an elevator.
He had jumped and fumbled to get his PAK back on. It attached with a soft click and he turned his crimson stare to her.
"None of your business," Zim muttered.
"None of my beeswax?" Gaz mocked.
"Bees!" Zim shouted. "Those evil things are horrid!"
"Zim, what's wrong?" Gaz demanded.
"Your brain meat could never understand this," Zim assured as he glared at her.
Gaz looked around the lab and sighed. She had helped him with various experiments. Her amber eyes widened in alarm as she watched his eyes stare at the metal table he had been working in confusion.
"Computer!" Zim screamed. "Repeat test results!"
"Why?" The computer yawned. "They haven't changed."
"Just do it," Zim grumbled. Gaz raised an eyebrow and smirked, she wished all technology were like this.
The computer sighed before it jadedly answered, "Defects within the PAK are becoming unstable…termination is imminent."
She froze; it was like the time she learned she had no mother. Her amber eyes turned to Zim and she found her gaze upon his PAK. It was such a simple thing, and yet it had the power to ruin her life.
"Gaz?"
"Gaz?"
Her amber eyes snapped open breaking away from the memory. A girl blinked large brown eyes at her. Her hair was long and braided and hung over her right shoulder. She smiled displaying perfect teeth. Gaz raised an eyebrow at the woman. The woman's smile dimed before she sighed.
"I'm Akam," she introduced.
Gaz wasn't expecting that one. She knew that some people preferred to switch genders in her game. Her amber eyes recognized the woman from somewhere. She couldn't place it, but she was familiar.
"You may know me…I knew your brother…I'm Gretchen," she introduced.
"Take a seat," Gaz simply replied.
She remembered the girl as she watched her. It was hard to forget the girl that stalked Dib and left weenies stapled to their door. The girl had truly been obsessed with Dib. Gaz smirked at how the past was slowly coming back. Gaz glanced at her watch and looked to Gretchen.
"You have five minutes to whore yourself to me," Gaz calmly said.
The girl's eyes widened and she nervously chuckled. She pulled a smaller version of the visor out of her bag and set it upon the table. Gaz turned her gaze to it and took it into her hands. It was lightweight and had no wires whatsoever.
"It works like the internet, it needs a special chip to connect to your mainframe," Gretchen quickly explained.
"Production cost," Gaz demanded.
"Cheaper than those pods," Gretchen replied.
"Do they break easily?" Gaz questioned as she pulled it over her head. It adjusted to her face.
"No, but they will require maintenance," Gretchen answered.
Gaz nodded and wondered about this. It would take time to mass produce these and market them. Gaz tilted her head to the side while in thought. She smirked and looked to Gretchen.
"I can have the first shipment out in two months," Gretchen quickly replied.
Her eyebrows raised in surprise. She wasn't expecting it to be so quick. Gaz looked to the visor once more and sighed.
"How are you able to produce them?" Gaz questioned.
"My dad owns Lucid Tech, he plans to invest," Gretchen replied.
Gaz nodded and figured that she could have the few lawyers she owned work out the finer details. She leaned her head back against the seat and knew that advertisements had to be quickly made. This product would have to sweep through the world by the end of the week. Gaz smirked; it could be done. Gretchen had left once they had agreed on some minor details. Gaz leaned back in the seat and sighed. She raised the coffee to her lips and choked down another gulp. Gaz left some money on the table and pushed out of her seat. It was time to leave; she couldn't stand the smell of coffee anymore. Her eyes scanned the small café and she snorted.
Tak had watched her all morning, following her. She hoped to find something about the past, but nothing had shown. Gaz had met with a girl that Tak had recognized from Ms. Bitters' class and than had left. She was now wandering the streets with no real destination. Tak scowled at this and jumped down from the building and behind Gaz. The human made no attempt to acknowledge her. Tak knew that Gaz knew that she was there. Tak remained silent as she followed Gaz. She followed her though every twist and turn of the city. Her fake human eyes blinked as she recognized the area she was being led too.
"Zim's base," Tak whispered.
Gaz didn't turn around. She continued her walk to the empty lot. Tak and her came to a stop at the edge of where the door would have been. Gaz kneeled down and ran her hands through the dirt. She closed her eyes and let her head fall forward a bit. Her hand grasped the dirt and squeezed. Tak watched the strange action, if the girl wanted to be close to dirt than she could take her to the planet of it. Gaz let the dirt fall from her hand and turned her gaze back to Tak.
"If you want off this planet…you'll dig," Gaz simply said as she began to walk away.
"Dig?" Tak questioned. She had vowed to never do that again after escaping Planet Dirt. Gaz stopped and glanced over her shoulder.
"The lower labs may exist…I know for sure that the upper levels are gone," Gaz spoke as she walked away.
Tak sighed and looked to the dirt.
Author's Note:
Happy 4th of July!
I still don't understand what Emo is...I know it was a type of musical movement...sigh...
Thanks to those that reviewed!
