A/N: I tried desperately to find a way to make my creation in this story not look like a self-insert, which is not what I want. Then I found a way. A way to ecstatically brilliant that it amazes even me! Want to know what it is? Read and find out. :P
Disclaimer: pfft...
Simulation 'Dib'
Small thin hands tapped gently on metal and plastic. Bits of glass were scattered around. The monitor had broken earlier. A poor handle on his temper had caused that.
"Computer, run simulation 'Thirty-Red'."
The computer sighed but did as directed.
Off to the left a hologram pad came to life. Laser splitters hummed into action and a small green form appeared.
Obviously Irken the creature was naked the fact that it was male was only told by the lack of eyelashes and sharply angled antenna.
Zim blinked at it. "Computer, make that 'Thirty-Blue'."
The Irken shifted to become female.
"Now, raise height three inches, eye color red."
The computer complied with each direction.
"Curl the antenna more. No, more. Make them longer. Add civilian dress, level seven."
A uniform similar to Zims' own but lacking stripes appeared over the female body.
"Thank you computer." Zim said clasping is hands behind his back.
He stared at the image for a long time in that stance. This is what he did when he felt homesick. Though logically he should have designed a male Irken since there were more males.
But Zim had always liked the sight of females, most males did. Especially short ones, they tended to have a harder time suppressing primal urges, even with medication.
And Zim was very short.
His hands left his back and curled up together in front of his chest. His antenna drooped submissively as he took a step forward.
He remembered when Tak had first shown herself as an Irken. He'd been too shocked to realize she was a female Irken. Though his brain had shut down upon this realization, he was ashamed he'd proven idiocy to one so, beautiful.
But he did prefer females with more rounded antenna to the angled curls Tak had. They were still the right length.
He reached out a hand to the female image. Saddened that it didn't react and disappointed when he touched only light.
His antenna twitched and he jerked his hand away. "Shut down simulation."
The lights vanished and so did the female. He turned and walked away. It was time for skool.
Long after Zim had left, Gir dropped unceremoniously onto the lab floor. Confused on how he'd come from the ceiling to the floor at such a fast rate he sat there numbly. Then screeched and got up.
Such a simple little creature, but cute.
Gir popped up into the control chair looking over shattered glass the computer had yet to clean up. "Hello!" He said waving to the unbroken screens. They hummed to life recognizing the greeting.
"Hello Gir." The computer said drowsily.
Gir only blinked and pushed random buttons squealing happily all the while.
Eventually the hologram projector came to life with the last image loaded into it.
The female Irken stood unblinkingly on the pad.
Gir cooed. "Pretty." He scrambled to the projector and stared up with true awe smeared across his face. "Hi." He drooled.
The image didn't respond.
Confused once more Gir screamed 'HI!' to the image. Still nothing.
He then pulled a long wire from his head and plugged it into the base of the projector. As the little SIR scanned the image finding it to be just that. An image.
Well, that simply had to be fixed.
Cyan eyes turned red and the small 'bot scrambled in a search for A.I. programs. It found three. One was the house, one was Gir and the other was the 'Dib' program used in simulations for Zims' plans. The first copy had been too brutal to actually be Dib and had been tinkered with to better predict the Humans reactions.
Gir squeaked as he selected this one.
The image of the Irken female blinked now but did little else.
Gir consequentially became bored. But a new idea seemed to spark into the robots head. "Computer." He said sweetly clasping his hands and looking cute again.
"What Gir?" The computer asked.
"Uh..." He'd forgotten. "Never mind." He bounced across the room smashing over terminals. Great sparks of electricity arched between monitors breaking a few more.
"Command recognized." The computer wheezed.
A machine in another part of the lab whirred to life as the image of the Irken female faded away. A small holding chamber inside the machine filled with lights and great sloshing sounds. Gases hissed out of cracks in the design. The temperature of the room rose thirty degrees in the process.
"Physical copy complete."
The doors to the holding chamber opened suddenly. Pink fluids rushed out dumping a thin green figure onto the floor.
It gasped and flailed surprised at its surroundings. The gasps became more labored and panicked as time went on.
The computer monitored the new creatures life signs and found a problem. "Design error." It announced. A pair of arms came down form the ceiling descending on the figure. It screamed in a female tone as the utility pack was drilled into her back.
She twitched violently on the floor. Usually these packs were attached before start up. It was very painful.
She crawled away from the arms and hit a wall, then curled up beside it. She sat there shivering, staring in fear at the room around her.
Creation has always been a traumatic experience.
* * *
Zim trudged into the base. What a day. He'd been scaled by the meat loaf. Which was a surprise even do Dib. He was sure that meat loaf had no meat in it. Though honestly it could have been the massive amount of ketchup in it.
He collapsed on the couch groaning as hurts he'd gained today made themselves known.
"Stupid stink Dib." He muttered dragging himself up. He would have to use the regeneration chamber tonight be ready for tomorrow.
"Computer take me to the regeneration room." He said dully. The computer complied.
The room was unusually warm when he entered. "Computer has the environmental monitor failed in here?"
"No, recent usage of generation chamber caused a raise in temperature."
"Usage? I've not authorized any regeneration recently."
"Authorization was received."
Zim tilted his head. "And what was generated?" He asked.
"Simulation 'Thirty-Blue'."
Zims' eyes nearly bulged right out of his head. "But there was no A.I.! That would be an empty shell!"
"Negative, an A.I. program was selected prior to generation." The computer responded.
Too confused to ask which program Zim demanded to know where the copy was.
"Copy of 'Thirty-Blue' is in emergency medical room C."
"Take me there!"
The floor under Zim rose and took him to the upper parts of his medical ward. It left him standing outside the room he had specified.
He waited. What would he find? Was she even properly formed? Which A.I. had been placed inside her head?
He took a step forward and the door slid open.
Green lashes turned to him showing ruby eyes. Long curled antenna perked upward as she took notice of him. She was dressed in a medical gown since the requested civilian uniform had been nearly impossible for the generation chamber to make. The computer was working on a set for her now.
His hand clasped unconsciously in front of him and his antenna dropped back.
"W-hoo Arre, yhoo?"
At first he didn't recognize the question. But it only made sense that her speech skills were minimal at this stage.
He took a deep breath then reminded himself of who he was. "I am Zim. Who are you?"
Her antenna twitched. "I." She paused. "I, am, Dib."
Zim blinked. The realization of which mind was inside her head hit him with the force of the 'Massive' slamming into a planet.
He promptly fainted.
Disclaimer: pfft...
Simulation 'Dib'
Small thin hands tapped gently on metal and plastic. Bits of glass were scattered around. The monitor had broken earlier. A poor handle on his temper had caused that.
"Computer, run simulation 'Thirty-Red'."
The computer sighed but did as directed.
Off to the left a hologram pad came to life. Laser splitters hummed into action and a small green form appeared.
Obviously Irken the creature was naked the fact that it was male was only told by the lack of eyelashes and sharply angled antenna.
Zim blinked at it. "Computer, make that 'Thirty-Blue'."
The Irken shifted to become female.
"Now, raise height three inches, eye color red."
The computer complied with each direction.
"Curl the antenna more. No, more. Make them longer. Add civilian dress, level seven."
A uniform similar to Zims' own but lacking stripes appeared over the female body.
"Thank you computer." Zim said clasping is hands behind his back.
He stared at the image for a long time in that stance. This is what he did when he felt homesick. Though logically he should have designed a male Irken since there were more males.
But Zim had always liked the sight of females, most males did. Especially short ones, they tended to have a harder time suppressing primal urges, even with medication.
And Zim was very short.
His hands left his back and curled up together in front of his chest. His antenna drooped submissively as he took a step forward.
He remembered when Tak had first shown herself as an Irken. He'd been too shocked to realize she was a female Irken. Though his brain had shut down upon this realization, he was ashamed he'd proven idiocy to one so, beautiful.
But he did prefer females with more rounded antenna to the angled curls Tak had. They were still the right length.
He reached out a hand to the female image. Saddened that it didn't react and disappointed when he touched only light.
His antenna twitched and he jerked his hand away. "Shut down simulation."
The lights vanished and so did the female. He turned and walked away. It was time for skool.
Long after Zim had left, Gir dropped unceremoniously onto the lab floor. Confused on how he'd come from the ceiling to the floor at such a fast rate he sat there numbly. Then screeched and got up.
Such a simple little creature, but cute.
Gir popped up into the control chair looking over shattered glass the computer had yet to clean up. "Hello!" He said waving to the unbroken screens. They hummed to life recognizing the greeting.
"Hello Gir." The computer said drowsily.
Gir only blinked and pushed random buttons squealing happily all the while.
Eventually the hologram projector came to life with the last image loaded into it.
The female Irken stood unblinkingly on the pad.
Gir cooed. "Pretty." He scrambled to the projector and stared up with true awe smeared across his face. "Hi." He drooled.
The image didn't respond.
Confused once more Gir screamed 'HI!' to the image. Still nothing.
He then pulled a long wire from his head and plugged it into the base of the projector. As the little SIR scanned the image finding it to be just that. An image.
Well, that simply had to be fixed.
Cyan eyes turned red and the small 'bot scrambled in a search for A.I. programs. It found three. One was the house, one was Gir and the other was the 'Dib' program used in simulations for Zims' plans. The first copy had been too brutal to actually be Dib and had been tinkered with to better predict the Humans reactions.
Gir squeaked as he selected this one.
The image of the Irken female blinked now but did little else.
Gir consequentially became bored. But a new idea seemed to spark into the robots head. "Computer." He said sweetly clasping his hands and looking cute again.
"What Gir?" The computer asked.
"Uh..." He'd forgotten. "Never mind." He bounced across the room smashing over terminals. Great sparks of electricity arched between monitors breaking a few more.
"Command recognized." The computer wheezed.
A machine in another part of the lab whirred to life as the image of the Irken female faded away. A small holding chamber inside the machine filled with lights and great sloshing sounds. Gases hissed out of cracks in the design. The temperature of the room rose thirty degrees in the process.
"Physical copy complete."
The doors to the holding chamber opened suddenly. Pink fluids rushed out dumping a thin green figure onto the floor.
It gasped and flailed surprised at its surroundings. The gasps became more labored and panicked as time went on.
The computer monitored the new creatures life signs and found a problem. "Design error." It announced. A pair of arms came down form the ceiling descending on the figure. It screamed in a female tone as the utility pack was drilled into her back.
She twitched violently on the floor. Usually these packs were attached before start up. It was very painful.
She crawled away from the arms and hit a wall, then curled up beside it. She sat there shivering, staring in fear at the room around her.
Creation has always been a traumatic experience.
* * *
Zim trudged into the base. What a day. He'd been scaled by the meat loaf. Which was a surprise even do Dib. He was sure that meat loaf had no meat in it. Though honestly it could have been the massive amount of ketchup in it.
He collapsed on the couch groaning as hurts he'd gained today made themselves known.
"Stupid stink Dib." He muttered dragging himself up. He would have to use the regeneration chamber tonight be ready for tomorrow.
"Computer take me to the regeneration room." He said dully. The computer complied.
The room was unusually warm when he entered. "Computer has the environmental monitor failed in here?"
"No, recent usage of generation chamber caused a raise in temperature."
"Usage? I've not authorized any regeneration recently."
"Authorization was received."
Zim tilted his head. "And what was generated?" He asked.
"Simulation 'Thirty-Blue'."
Zims' eyes nearly bulged right out of his head. "But there was no A.I.! That would be an empty shell!"
"Negative, an A.I. program was selected prior to generation." The computer responded.
Too confused to ask which program Zim demanded to know where the copy was.
"Copy of 'Thirty-Blue' is in emergency medical room C."
"Take me there!"
The floor under Zim rose and took him to the upper parts of his medical ward. It left him standing outside the room he had specified.
He waited. What would he find? Was she even properly formed? Which A.I. had been placed inside her head?
He took a step forward and the door slid open.
Green lashes turned to him showing ruby eyes. Long curled antenna perked upward as she took notice of him. She was dressed in a medical gown since the requested civilian uniform had been nearly impossible for the generation chamber to make. The computer was working on a set for her now.
His hand clasped unconsciously in front of him and his antenna dropped back.
"W-hoo Arre, yhoo?"
At first he didn't recognize the question. But it only made sense that her speech skills were minimal at this stage.
He took a deep breath then reminded himself of who he was. "I am Zim. Who are you?"
Her antenna twitched. "I." She paused. "I, am, Dib."
Zim blinked. The realization of which mind was inside her head hit him with the force of the 'Massive' slamming into a planet.
He promptly fainted.