Love is identifying qualities of the other being without running painful tests on them? Zim thought about that red shade of her eyes in the sunset. He thought about how much it had annoyed him when his ID PAK had forced him to run home yesterday. It couldn't be possible. A mighty Irken invader, swayed by such disgusting and primitive emotions? Did this have to do with the fact he was a defective?
Zim knew how hard it was for him to keep his thoughts orderly. Ever since The Trial he had been trying his hardest to repair himself; he had been lucky to escape with his life.
Happy was an acceptable emotion for Irkens; destroying one's enemies was supposed to bring you great joy. The only thing you were really supposed to want was victory and doughnuts. An invader was not meant to care about any opinion other than that of the Almighty Tallest. This had to be the fault of his defective PAK.
Coming to that realization, Zim decided that to continue to repair himself he should simply ignore these feelings.
Zim had spent this time thinking leaning against a wall of Dib's garage. Dib had simply continued working because by now he knew that it took Zim some time to process new information. It was a small explosion from the engine that brought Zim back around, while also blasting Dib out of the garage.
"See? Have I not told you that Irken technology is far too complex for your pitiful human mind to comprehend?" Zim mocked as Dib brushed himself off and realigned his glasses.
"I'll figure it out eventually." Dib walked back over to the engine to see what he could salvage. "So have you figured anything out yet?"
Zim pretended to casually study his boots. "Possibly… I have determined that love is an unnecessary emotion for an Irken. The only reason I may accidently feel it would be due to the errors that occurred during my I.D. PAK's original programing. Therefore I plan to simply ignore this PITIFUL HUMAN EMOTION and continue on as if nothing has changed." Zim once again struck a confident pose.
Why was the Dib-human shaking his head?
"Do you really think you'll be able to just ignore it?"
Zim continued to stare at his boots. He did not like being labeled a defective. He no longer had any enemies to destroy so he no longer had a reason to be happy. This was the proper punishment for a Defective.
"I don't really have much other choice. Do you really think she would be able to accept me as what I truly am?" Zim couldn't believe what he was saying. Revealing his identity was a threat to his life, if no longer having a mission. It was something he could not do.
Dib just smiled and wiped a spot off his glasses. "You'll never know until you try. Right?"
The engine started to overheat again, forcing Zim to step in before there could be any larger explosions. The two of them worked mostly in silence, with Zim occasionally attempting to explain some of the machinery to Dib, leaving Zim to his thoughts.
But I do know. After all, how could she?
Zim has made his decision. Will Kam remake it for him? This story is getting so intense I can't get myself to take a break between chapters!
What do you think? Is the story moving along too fast? I'm kinda wondering about that because my other story is much longer but it's also based off a much longer seires. Well anyway I wonder what's going to happen now!
