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Hey guys, I'm back. Sorry I haven't written in a while; I had so much going on it was impossible. However, I'm sure you're much more interested in hearing about what my dear friend Bobby Bledsoe has been up to all this time, so it's back to the story for the time being. Hopefully with no more droll interruptions from "real life." (knocks on wood)

Alright. I, Elana Vital, do not own any of the characters from Invader Zim. I do "own" Bobby Bledsoe, Sally, Gloosh, Sklubb, and Jitt, or rather I own them as much as they own me. Onward…

Bobby hung suspended in the air by an enormous machine that had buzzing wires, cables, and cords spread across the great, round computer chamber. Two enormouse cables were plugged into his PAK and as he hung there, all of his information was uploaded into the Great Irken Database. Dr. Jitt was on the other side of the chamber with a strange sort of virtual reality goggles over her big blue eyes. She wore two huge gloves with cords that attached to the computer and seemed to be pushing buttons in the air.

"Well sir, look at that. It appears that when we uploaded your information into the Database, the Irken News picked right up on it. They're doing a story on you right now on the Irken Newscast. Have a look," said Jitt, pressing a button in the air that made a giant holoscreen apppear in front of Bobby.

"…stranded on a primitive enemy planet, the young smeet had endured a turbulent life raised by savage alien monsters known as Hue-Mens, a carniverous, disease-ridden species with disgusting fur-covered bodies…"

Bobby's face quickly flashed on the screen.

"Hey cool. I'm on TV," he said, squirming uncomfortably. "So… how much longer do I have to stay plugged in like this? My back is getting sore."

"We're almost finished, sir. Then you will most likely be allowed to go to Irk to receive your assignment encoding and report for duty."

" Wait…Report for duty? What do you mean?"

"You know. Your purpose. Your job. Everybody in Irken society has a job assigned to them. The Control Brains are the ones who determine what you will be doing for the rest of your life by encoding your duties into your PAK," said Dr. Jitt, removing her goggles. She looked up at him, her head cocked to the side thoughtfully.

"You're very tall and very strong. You will most likey be sent to Devastis to be trained for some sort of higher military position," she said, thinking.

"Whoah wait. The military? But I don't want to be a soldier…" Bobby began.

"You're also considerably handsome," she said, smiling. "They might want you in some sort of public position as well, if you're lucky…"

"Well, thanks. I mean, that's very nice of you to say, but I'm not really"-

"You could even be sent to work on the Massive!" Jitt continued, beginning to get excited for him. "Perhaps even come into the service of the Almighty Tallest themselves!"

"But wait a minute! Hold the phone there! Don't I get a say in this? What if I don't want to join the military? I don't believe in wars. I'm a Pacifist."

Jitt just looked up at him, blinking her long eyeslashes.

"With all do respect, sir…. Are you mad? Who wouldn't want to join the Irken Military? That's….That's top of the line in Irken Society. Everyone grows up dreaming of one day serving in the Irken Armada….. It's all anyone could ever hope for… You're very lucky, sir. You won't ever have to worry about ending up like me," she said sadly, her curly antennae drooping. With a heavy sigh, she put back on her goggles and went back to work. Bobby watched her, frowning.

"You wanted to join the military?" he asked softly.

"Yes."

" Then… why don't you?"

"Is that a joke, sir? Obviously, I can't."

"Why not?"

She froze and peered up at him over her goggles incredulously. "Look at me! I'm far to short and ugly to be considered for the military. On the planet Irk, the shorter you are the lower in status you are. And there are very few that are shorter then I. The Control Brains decided I should become just a mere doctor drone instead." She focused on her work.

Bobby hung there, fidgeting absent-mindedly with his fingers. After a time, he spoke.

"Well… Back home on Earth…T-They consider a doctor to be a pretty important person. Doctors heal people, and…in my opinion… that's a big deal…Better then shooting a bunch of people in some stupid war…and…and I don't think you're ugly at all…I think…I-I think you're… I think your eyes are very beautiful…and…well…back on Earth, petite girls are considered to be… kinda cute," he said shyly, blushing.

She said nothing but continued on her work, her frwon deepening.

Bobby sighed, silently kicking himself. "Real smooth," he thought to himself, "now she thinks you're an idiot."

That's it for now, but I expect I'll have more coming soon! 

E.V.