The Almighty Error.

Sector Eleven.

               Zims' Perspective.

The Dib and I separate when we get to his home, my feet continuing to walk toward my base. I scoff after entering through the door, removing my contacts and wig, before wiping the ridiculous makeup from my face. Then afterwards, pulling off the humans' clothes which revealed my uniform underneath. My antennas instantly perk up when they're set free, and I feel relief wash over my shoulders.

"Finally. Phase three can truly begin. Gir! Take the earthly fabrics and.. do something with them!"

"Okie! I'm gonna make arts and crafts with it!!" He runs over and grabs the clothes in a bundle, scurrying to the kitchen and was about to take scissors to the filthy fabric.

"Wait—!" I approach the table and take the trench coat back. "On second thought—Zim will keep this one."

Smiling to myself, I make way down into my lab while holding the collar of the coat in my closed fist. Once at the bottom, I step out of my elevator and immediately realize what I've done.

"Ergh—Disgusting!" I throw the article of clothing down and make gagging sounds, scurrying away from the item as if it were poisonous. "Why did I have a good time tonight?! I enjoyed being near the Dib?! Doing the human dancing ritual?! What on Irk is wrong with me?! Also—" I reach up and touch my antennas, growling. "Why were they so twitchy under my wig when I did the ritual?! I don't understand!"

My mind tries to justify the thoughts and feelings that overcame my body throughout the dance, but it's impossible to justify any of it.

"Am I getting a bond with the Dib-Human?! No—! Impossible! Irkens have bonds with NO LIVING THING!"

Hissing in disgust, I march over to the blank blueprint sheets that have been spread across a long table for weeks. Trying to forget about everything that happened, I start making designs and upgrade ideas.

"I could trick the Dib into making—no, he'll see through that one.. ooh! What if I—no...that one's obvious too."

I pause, thinking back to when the Dib and I were dancing just hours earlier. A smile crawls it's way upon my lips, but the moment I realize what's happening I screech in horror and drop the pencil in my hand.

"ERGH!! WHY DO I KEEP THINKING ABOUT IT?!"

I hold the sides of my head and shake it back and forth slowly. What was happening to me? Why could my thoughts not stop going back to earlier tonight? Why did I enjoy tonight in the first place?

•••

It's been hours since the dance ended and I had arrived back to my base. There were now scattered blueprints surrounding my body where I sat in the middle of the floor. "None of these will work! He is going to be too smart and see these are plans to destroy Earth!"

My eyes look toward the Dibs' trenchoat that I'd previously brought down here and kept still bundled up by the elevator.

"Hm.."

I get an idea.

I start to scribble down a rough sketch of my Voot Cruiser, then adjust certain things about it. Double the size, give it more power in the engines, and I could easily turn my cruiser into a weapon of mass destruction after those two vague upgrades. I could add a powerful ray to change the rocks' atmosphere. Or, use the cruiser to retrieve an asteroid and hurdle it toward the planet! Perhaps just flying across the globe and simply wrecking havoc by destroying everything would be enough to satisfy the Tallest. There were so many possibilities of how to use it for the domination of earth.