Inside one of the Victory's space distortion/evaluation chambers, a tall spire rose hundreds of feet. Had an outside existed for it, it probably would have been quite imposing. It's walls were jet black, only lit by the sparsely spread purple candles, which cast eerie shadows across the grotesque sculptures carved into it's sides. Morbidly obese piggies, skulls, and Dibs clawing at their heads with rabid weasels slithering out their ears glared at the room's occupants.

Gaz was playing a Gameslave3, trying to ignore the lizard sitting across from her. The only reason she wasn't clubbing him was that he had told her how to make her 'idyllic' environment.

Said lizard was regretting this.

"Does this really make you… Comfortable?" He asked.

"I'm in my element." Gaz growled.

"Alright then… You have been selected as an example for the human race in a serie-" Scly began.

"No."

"You don't even know what I'm talking about!"

"I don't care."

"You do realize that your actions will effect the future of the human race, don't you?"

"I don't care about the-Aaagh!" Gaz screamed leaping out of the chair, and rubbing a spot on her back as if stung.

"Sorry that hurt. I didn't think you deserved any anesthetic." Scly said with a smug on his face.

"What was that?" Gaz spat, a cold edge in her voice.

"A nano robot infusion, which is now targeting every nerve cell in your body, ready to send some pain signals to your brain. I am not above torture if it means the safety of my people and yours."

Gaz opened one eye, and stared at Scly. She found what she was looking for, and grinned, "You're bluffing."

"Nevertheless," Scly sighed, "I can simply pull what I need from your memory, and that will hurt."

Gaz growled and sat back in her chair, wary of the syringe. "What do you want to know?"

"Well, ah… Do you think you are a typical human?"

"Biologically."

"But mentally?"

"No."

"How so?"

"You might say I have a… darker outlook on life."

"I see. And what about your brother?"

"He's an idiot."

"He seems fairly intelligent."

"Well he acts stupid."

"How?"

Gaz growled again, "Could you stop sticking your nose into my life?"

"I'm sorry, it's part of the evaluation."

Gaz growled a third time, "He keeps involving me in all his paranormal stuff. I really don't care if the neighbor's dog got sucked dry by a chupa-whatsit. And Zim! Day in and day out, it's always Zim! 'He's an alien Gaz!'," she mocked, " 'He's gonna destroy the earth!' 'To defeat my enemy, I must think like my enemy, then become my enemy, then move in with my enemy, then wear my enemy's clothes-' Yadda, yadda, yadda! I wish he would just leave me alone!"

"Don't you care that Zim wants to obliterate your species?"

"He's bad at it. Very bad."

"So I've heard… Still, though what about ethics? There isn't any reason for you to help Dib? What about religion?"

Gaz growled yet again, and started playing her Gameslave, "Religion isn't a factor."

"Isn't there any religion in your life?"

Gaz sat there quietly for a while, "Mom used to take us to church."

"Used to?"

Gaz stiffened.

Scly realized what this meant, and amidst a wave of guilt, apologized, "I'm sorry. I didn't know."

Gaz started to tremble, "You want to know the worst thing. Worse than dad nearly forgetting about us, worse than Dib bugging me, worse than anything? They're doing the exact same things. Running around for the sake of science, doing the same kinds of crazy experiments that caused the accident in the first place."

Gaz began to shake. "You know," She said savagely, holding back tears, "my dad tried to get his old perpetual energy generator up and running again? That thing caused the accident in the first place."

She lowered her head, in obvious grief.

Scly hesitated a while, then quietly said, "I think I know enough. I'll leave you alone."

He silently stood up, and disappeared.

That was pretty dark... I always wondered about Dib and Gaz's mother, and I thought it was a little weird that such a dangerous machine was named after a woman. Please review.