Author's Notes: So here we are again! A new chapter for all my fans! Thanks for reading and have a great Fourth of July!
With that said please enjoy!
(Four months later…)
Patience was never his strongest virtue…
However, not even the most patient of people could stand six months of The Doom song! "Doom, doom, doom, doom~! Doomy, doomy doom~! Doomy doom~!" GIR sang happily.
"GIR would you please stop singing, I'm trying to concentrate here." Zim growl, only growing more annoyed when the robot continued as if he hadn't spoken. It was the last straw, he had put up with the constant song, if saying a single word over and over could even constitute as a song, for half a year! Half of which he spent trying to memorize information from Earth.
Zim crouched ready to pounce and attack the singing robot when the ship gave a few notifying rings before saying "Proximity Warning. Planet EARTH ahead."
Zim froze before glancing down at the computer curiously and found that they had reached their destination, with a grin he looked out of the window and saw the green and blue planet that they were closing in on. "GIR, we're here! We're finally here!" he called, turning to the still singing robot.
GIR held a finger out to him, indicating that he waits as he sang a few more lines "Doom, doom, doom~ doom, doom the end! Oohh what's that?" GIR asked childishly.
"Planet Earth." Zim said rather annoyed. "You know the one we're supposed to conquer!"
"Oh YEAH!" GIR exclaimed.
"You still have no idea what I'm talking about do you?" Zim asked knowing all too well.
"I have no idea." GIR admitted.
Zim shook his head. Why did he even bother? "Right! The first thing we need to do is set up a base. Now GIR focus and use your information gathering skills to collect more data on what is considered normal for these 'humans' while I find a place to set up."
With a quick "Yes my master!" GIR rushed to stare out of the window of the ship, watching the streets with red glowing eyes as Zim looked for an ideal spot to build their base.
After spotting an empty space between two human houses Zim shouted "HERE! WE BUILD HERE!" he landed the ship and ran out to check if anyone had noticed their arrival and come to attack them. A quick glance around the empty streets proved that no, they hadn't. The Irken let out a small sigh of relief, happy that they weren't about to be ambushed. He called out to his minion. "GIR get out here!"
GIR nodded excitedly and tried to jump out of the ship, only succeeding in tripping and landing face first on the ground.
"Alright GIR what did you learn?" Zim asked.
"I saw a squirrel." GIR said. "It was doing like this!" He then proceeded to copy the squirrel's every move.
"No GIR I mean what kind of things do I need to build a house!" Zim snapped.
"OH yeah!" GIR said pulling out a notebook of some kind and began to draw a picture for his master. "You need a little house like this." He said. "And windows, with a door, and some little animals on the front! Like that!" He handed his master his work.
Zim was rather surprised that the drawling wasn't half bad. "Good work GIR now for our disguises."
"I wanna be a mongoose!'" GIR spoke up.
"SHH! We have to be QUIET!" Zim insisted, holding a finger over his mouth.
GIR's eyes turned red as he saluted. Zim carefully made his way over to his ship as it turned over itself and transformed into the necessary form needed to make disguises. Now two pods stood on either side of him like an open eggshell.
A display screen popped up showing Zim's figure. Then it showed a human disguise of a kid with red hair, glasses, a dark jacket, and big boots. "Too ugly," Zim remarked. The next one was a rather large teen wearing a teal sweater and glasses. "Too stinky!"
"Sir, all humans are imperfect." His computer reminded him. "So just pick one already."
"Fine I will go with the next one." Zim decided.
The next one popped up as a tall pale teen with raven black hair, wearing a blue and blacked striped shirt, black pants, and boots.
"He'll do." Zim said.
"Very well." The computer said as the two pods enclosed Zim and the transformation work began. Light began to pour out of the cracks.
"OOOOOO!" GIR said in awe as he watched the amazing light show.
And then...POOF! The pods pulled apart, showing off Zim's new disguise.
GIR was confused. He looked around worried. "Master? Where'd you go? Where are you?" He asked.
"I'm right here, GIR." Zim said, putting a hand on his chest. "'It's ME."
"Master, you look just like them!" GIR praised.
"Yes, GIR that's the point." Zim said, looking at the new device on his arm.
"It's a disguise modulator." The computer explained. "I had to weld it onto your arm so nothing could take it off and reveal what you really are."
"Wow this is much more advance than what we use to use." Zim admitted, admiring the device. He had used one once before, but even that one was ancient compared to this new model.
"Yes, nothing can take that off but me." The computer assured him.
"So how do I turn back to an Irken?" he asked.
"See that dial on the side?" The computer asked. "Twist it to the right to go human, twist it left to reappear as your normal self."
Zim did as instructed, and the device did as it was supposed to do. "Perfect, now for you GIR."
"I want to be a mongoose." GIR repeated from earlier.
"No GIR we need an ordinary pet, and keep it down! Do you wanna wake up the whole planet?!"
"I do." GIR admitted.
Zim rubbed his chin. "See, for you, I'm thinking maybe...a dog disguise." He told his robot.
"Can I be a mongoose dog?" GIR requested.
"Sure." Zim said looking through several breeds of dogs, before finally selecting one. "Today...we become...the enemy." Zim told GIR as he placed him in the pod seconds later GIR was transformed into a golden furred puppy with a mongoose looking face.
"GIR's collar works the same way your watch does." The computer explained.
"Genius!" Zim proclaimed. "Now...all we need is to make a home."
He pulled out a capsule from the ship and it opened up to form a doodle pad! He took an electronic pen and began to form a copy of the house GIR had drew earlier. "Some windows...yes, a door, and a couple little animal things out front...and…THERE." He was finished. He put the pad into a capsule with a drill, Zim pushes the mini drill into the ground and ran for cover, dragging a clueless GIR along with him. He watched as the house and the base below was constructed before their very eyes, cringing at the amount of noise it made.
Once it was constructed, the house was mint green with a purple roof. It had a number of lawn objects such as little men with cone hats and spiky fish on sticks, not only did they look amazing, but they also doubled as security for the house.
Now that the house was built a few humans had ventured outside from nearby to check what was making so much noise, Zim grits his teeth was his cover already blown?
"Sir your ocular implants were also upgraded in your sleep." The computer said.
"Really?" Zim said surprised that he actually found time to sleep during his travels.
"Yes, with your eyes tell them everything is fine; they will change color and are supposed to have a slight mind-altering capability."
Zim did as ordered and quickly ran over to them, trusting his computer. "Everything is alright everyone." He spoke.
The crowd gasped as his eyes changed to a swirling blue color.
"You will all return to your dwellings and continue with your normal lives. This house has ALLLWAYS been here, and I am your new neighbor, and this is my dog GIR. I have recently arrived here, and everything is normal." He insisted in a clear voice, tense as he tried to predict the human's next moves.
For a moment, the crowd looks dazed.
Did it work? What are the side effects? How long will it last? These types of thoughts ran through Zim's head as he waited for the humans to react.
The humans blinked a few times before turning and heading back to their respective homes, with a loud sigh of relief Zim made his way towards the house "Come on GIR, lets settle in."
The robot, which was now a small puppy barked happily and led Zim into his home. Once the door opened Zim was greeted by two realistic looking human adults.
"These are your android parents Sir." The computer informed him through his watch this time since the ship was now hidden up in the attic of the home. "All children live with parents, of course they are not real humans, but they feel real to the touch, and are downloaded with the latest parent behavior skills." The computer explained. "They even eat real food, as well as dispose of it properly, I will ensure they have jobs by the end of the week, so you have a steady income of this planet's currency to survive in this world."
"Thank you, computer." Zim said.
"Sweetie." The mother bot said. "I am Carrie Richards your mother."
"And I am your father." The dad bot said. "Alan Richards."
"And you are Norman 'Miz' Richards." His mother said.
"Now you should get to bed young man." His father informed him. "School is first thing tomorrow."
"But I have documents to forage!" Zim argued.
"Already done dear." His mother said holding up the folder. "Your past transcripts, dental records, allergies, and family history are all in this folder."
"I had these made for you soon after I designed the parent bots." The computer said, still talking through the watch.
"You've been very busy I see." Zim said.
"Yes, Now I advise you to study your family history before bed, humans are very nosey and will ask you about your old life." The computer went on.
"Very well." Zim said. "I will be in my room, mother, father." He said to the parent-bots. "Good night."
"Good night son." They spoke.
"I'll have your lunch waiting in the fridge for you sweetie." His mom added.
Zim nodded and went upstairs to his room which turned out to be a nice spacious place with navy blue walls, and a matching bed set. Along with cherry wood floors and a matching office desk, and dresser. Zim moved over to inspect his closet only to find several black jeans, and black and blue striped shirts. "So, I am obsessed with black and blue…great." Zim thought out loud.
He then turns back to his desk and sees a laptop. "Oh, these are one of those personal computers you taught me about." He said to the computer as he opened up the laptop.
"Yes, I am currently making you a social media site on Facebook." The computer said. "You do remember what Facebook is right?"
"It's a social media site where humans show off their lives and personalities." Zim said. "You can also blog about your day, or favorite shows, music, and such. Or you can just chat with friends."
"Very good sir." The computer said. "Since your family history states your father is a travelling construction manager, I am photo shopping you and the "Family" with several background pictures from all around the world."
"A traveling construction manager." Zim said. "And you got all the documentation he needs to get that job by the end of the week?"
"Yes Sir." The computer answered. "They make good money, which means you will have plenty to fuel your research, and keep this operation going."
"Very good." Zim said. "What job did you have in mind for mother?"
"She is a realtor or real estate agent." The computer answered. "She sells houses and property to humans, and all of her documentation is in order."
"Perfect!" Zim exclaimed. "After all I will need this money to start my plans."
"What is your plan sir?" The computer asked.
"Well, you see I haven't found a way to take over this planet safely with just my small numbers here. So, I've decided to start gathering resources that the Irken military will need to help finish the war, as well as take over this planet. With these resources the Tallest will have plenty to fall back on just in case they run out far quicker than they had previously predicted." Zim explained.
"You think the war will last longer than predicted." The computer asked.
"Computer war always lasts longer than we predict; I'm only being proactive. Besides the Tallest won't last in a war against this planet if they only use whatever they have left from the current battle."
"Yes, I understand your point." The computer agreed. "I approve of this plan."
"Good now tell me more about how this Facebook helps me look normal." Zim ordered.
"Well In order to stay in the good graces of the teen population you have to at least spend a good several hours online each day." The computer told him. "And upload new pictures of your day-to-day life."
"Well, I suppose once I start making what these humans call friends, I will have plenty to take pictures on." Zim said.
"Yes sir." The computer nodded. "I advise you to be an Irken invader at night, and a normal human being during the day. To be withdrawn in such a judgmental environment such as Earth might not pan over well, and we already had one close call today." He reminded him.
"You're right." Zim agreed. "Shouldn't be too hard, heck it's not like I sleep anyways!"
"Very good sir." The computer praised his Irken master before a slot opened in the wall. "I have created a phone and camera for you." The computer said.
"And if people ask me about them?" Zim asked, looking at the gadgets.
"They are perfect replicas of the iPhone, and Sony digital camera." The computer said. "Without the hassle of paying for data, or internet. Speaking of our WIFI passcode is IRKENS RULE spelled backwards"
"Cool!" Zim said opening his history file. "My name is Norman, Norman Richards, but I prefer to be called Miz… Wait this is what I say to introduce myself in front of class tomorrow?" he asked.
"Yes." The computer answered. "Miz is an old child dog of yours that passed away." The computer answered. "She was your first dog and GIR's mother, and you were very close. So close that you started calling yourself Miz after she died, and demanded everyone to do the same."
"Oh well I guess I'm very passionate about my pets then." Zim said.
"Some humans go as far to treat their pets like a member of the family rather than a lower life form." The computer explained. "And since you carry a torch for a dead dog you should probably come off as an extreme animal lover, and refer to GIR as an equal and treat him like your brother rather than a pet."
"Oh yes, I remember reading a lesson about that." Zim said, recalling the lesson well. "So, any way back to studies. My name is Norman, Norman Richards, but I prefer to be called Miz. I was born on October 29th, 2000, and I am 17 years old."
"Okay now let's add a bit more personality to it." The computer advised. "Say a favorite hobby?"
"I enjoy taking walks in the park with my dog GIR and fighting against the machine! Wait machine as in video games?" Zim asked.
"They're not that hard." The computer assured him. "In fact, they are much like the virtual training seminars you took in the academy. You get thrown into a virtual world and you complete certain task to win the game. We'll play a few games tonight and see what kind you're into."
"Very well." Zim said, and moments later he and the computer brain were neck deep in a game known as 7 Days to Die! "What is it with humans and Zombies?" Zim screamed as he took on the horde.
"Your guess is as good as mine sir." The computer answered.
Zim rolled his eyes, but in all honesty these survival games weren't so bad, they were actually kind of fun, and maybe, just maybe they could help him when he got too bored. That way he wouldn't end up doing something stupid like say accidentally blow up the planet.
Yeah, that would be bad. Very BAD!
Suddenly, after what felt like moments later an alarm sounded signaling to Zim that it was time to get ready for school.
"What already?" Zim exclaimed.
"So, we are addicted already, hu sir?" The computer mused in a joking manner.
"Place a timer on the TV." Zim ordered. "Make it turn off when I've played enough for one day."
"Right away sir." The computer answered.
With that taken cared of Zim turned on his disguised and dressed for the day making sure to pack some gym clothes and a jacket just in case he got cold. Zim of course had a nasty habit of getting too cold at times.
"Well, I am off to school." Zim said to his parent bots as he headed to the front door.
"Now sweetie parents drive their kids to school on the first day." His mother said. "Besides your dad and I are going job hunting so we're already going to be out of the house."
"Okay." Zim answered. "GIR, you remember what to do?"
"Go around town and search for information my Irken lord!" GIR exclaimed, eyes glowing red, before he changed into his own disguise.
"Alright then let's go." Zim ordered his parent bots and soon the three were in the car on their way to school.
-To Be Continued