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Smeet and Spice! chapter 6“Computer, analyse!”
A great light rained down and smothered the tiny PAK in its embrace. At the edge of the rays Zim lingered close by, chewing at the dry skin of his lip. It wasn't the tiny PAK however that set his spooch on edge. In the corner of his eye the larger PAK seemed just that much more obvious. It had been taken apart and now rested in one piece again. It did nothing however to soothe Zim's nerves.
“Scan complete. PAK has passed all theoretical tests and shows no sign of toxins,” The computer's great voice filled the laboratory. “I calculate a 99.8% chance of it successfully supporting the Irken/human hybrid smeet's life.”
Zim nodded. “I see . . .” He turned, and took the other PAK into his gaze. The first, forgotten. “A-and this one?” His voice trembled, fighting back the fear. He was an Irken soldier, after all. Fear was not an option.
No scan was required this time; the computer spoke confi
Smeet and Spice! chapter 5With a simple twist of the key the engine died. Chic as the wind she slid the helmet away; there waves of deep purple danced to the wind's ancient song, and all eyes turned to the source of impeccable beauty.
“Idiots.” Gaz Membrane shook out her hair so the breeze might swim through her dark locks. She was not at all oblivious to her feminine charms. She knew that all boys stared, their gazes filled with wanton longing, and a great grasping of fear and respect – though whether for the female gender, or she herself, Gaz was unsure. She turned her back, uninterested in the silly boys, her heart sought only her greatest love. After all, video games and pizza would never break a girl's heart.
She pushed her key into front lock. Only the tiniest crack was needed for Gaz. Laughter racked through the hallway and in its wake, it killed her tranquil dreams.
“Good God, why's he here?” Gaz slammed the door behind her, alerting all to her presence.
Smeet and Spice! chapter 4With each step came a giant pounding into his head. Zim groaned through clenched teeth; pain wrecked his body and sprung tears to his eyes. “D-Dib-worm . . .” He clutched feebly at Dib's shirt.
“I know it hurts,” Dib cooed and soothed Zim as one might a frightened child. “Just hold on a bit longer. See? We're in the lab now.” As the words fell into the air so did the elevator descend, and touched the floor of Zim's laboratory. A cold room filled by extraordinary alien machines, blue-prints and creations far beyond human understanding. A thick chair stood at the foot of the computer screen. Dib lay Zim into the seat. The sharp points of his army boots scrapped the floor and clacked into the sleeping GIR's head.
“MASTAH, MARY, YOU'S HOME!!!” Just like that he was awake, and clinging to Zim's legs in delight. “Mastah, what's wrong? You look awwwlll sick!” GIR's antenna drooped. His eyes swelled with tears, mere mome
Smeet and Spice! chapter 3Three months later
Zim was used to pain. It was drilled into every Irken at the instant of birth. They crashed to the ground and were zapped into life – the first thing they ever knew was a burst of white-hot agony.
Life was painful. Smeethood was filled with cuts and bruises and broken bones. Every ounce of pain in the known universe, the Irkens knew it all. It was in their very history.
Oh yes, Zim was used to pain. But nothing like this.
His head pounded beyond recognition; with each sound his whole world shuddered, and threatened to see Zim scream. Searing fire burned his head and travelled all the way down to his stomach. It was there the pain lingered.
Nothing stayed down. Breakfast had long since boiled up to the surface, and still it hurt! It twisted his spooch like a mad thing, writhing this way and that. He groaned once, hand resting upon the source of discomfort.
“Zim! Class is dismissed. You can go for lunch.”
He glanced up. There his teacher stood