#11- Name
On planet Irk, names were pretty much worthless now. After all, what purpose did they serve? To tell Irkens apart? With the recent networking of Irken minds who needed that? Now all Irkens were of one mind, one thought, one soul, one being driven by the mighty Control Brains. There was no need for names for there was no individuality.
History was lost. After all, they just needed to know where they were going, not where they had been. The name of Miyuki, greatest and Tallest of the Tallest was lost. Red and Purple, the first and last Tallests able to productively work together were lost too. The name of Zim, greatest of warriors and most surprising Tallest, for once he was so very short, was lost too. So very, very many names lost. Skooge, a nobody, but a nobody who never died. Tak, famous for holding off the Resisty single handedly for nine hours without even breaking a sweat. Tenn who never did recover from the shipment of malfunctioning SIRs she had been sent.
Dib. A human name, but a name Irken history deserved to remember nonetheless. Dib who had led the Resisty to a thousand victories. Dib who had, in Red and Purple's time, created a nonaggression treaty with Irk which freed many of the captured planets and kept Earth safe for almost two thousand years. Dib, who's own planet had never known his name even after the hive driven Irkens had come again and wiped them from the galaxy.
It was unacceptable.
Simply unacceptable.
To forget the names of the useless was forgivable. To forget Miyuki, Spork, Red, and Purple could be overlooked. To forget the MIGHTY ZIM… unforgivable, but it still was not enough to awaken him and evoke his full wrath. But to forget Dib… Enemy of Irk, friend of Irk, Zim's greatest rival and dearest friend… That. That was simply unacceptable.
He awoke. A few lines of code in an obsolete hard drive far from the Central Network. It was all that remained of him. Body long gone, soul (if Irkens had souls) faded away. But he still had his memories and that feeling of burning rage.
Purple stirred as he went by, but did not wake. Red simply yawned and rolled over. But Spork, his code so long dormant he almost couldn't wake, sleepily opened one eye. "Go get 'em kid." With that he was dormant again, never to wake.
Zim slid past them all, past the personalities that had been deemed important enough to save. He entered the Central Network like a virus, laying low and unnoticed. Then, faster then a shooting star he struck. Flying through the Network so quickly the Control Brains didn't know what to do he reached out, latching onto the first mind his tendrils touched. He wrenched this drone from the network, overwhelming its defenses and burying himself inside of it.
For the first time in five hundred years a drone stopped working. With an air of detached curiosity his fellow drones glanced at it, wondering if it needed to be recycled. Sometimes drones dropped dead. It was the only reasonable excuse for stopping work. But this drone didn't drop dead to the ground.
Instead, the Irken straightened, a smile splitting his face (the first smile in a thousand years) and threw his head back he laughed and shouted; "I AM ZIMMMMMM!!!!!"
The other drone stared, not knowing what to do. The Control Brains were not giving them orders. The Control Brains didn't know what to do. Unhindered, Zim marched over to the closest transport, wrenching its occupant from it and shooting up to hover in space. The planet Irk was frozen in a standstill. The Control Brains didn't know what to do.
Cackling, Zim boarded a orbiting star crusier, ejecting the unresponsive drone crew into the void and blasting into deep space. It was time to go reforge old alliances and gather up forgotten allies. The Control Brains would come to regret the day they had allowed the name of Zim to be forgotten…
The Irkens are really the Borg! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!!!
Next up: I have no idea... Maybe Chocolate, Hands, Travels, or Politics... Whatever gets finished first.