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Death is a part of all existence, not just that of humans. Even stars, eventually, die. Their fantastic implosion into nothingness is somewhat akin to a human death. Someone who questions this analogy has never been dead, not even for a moment.
Colors, shapes, sounds... Things that are impossible for one with limited human methods of communication to name. All of these things were at the surface of Dib's consciousness as his soul voided his very body. Synapses fired within his brain that may never have before been used. He remembered his grade school locker combination. The smell of his nanny's perfume. Realizations that had never before occurred to him poked at the back of his eyelids, solutions to problems long-since forgotten...
At some point, Dib supposed he had died. But he couldn't pinpoint exactly when. All he could recall was the horrible pain, the dizzying spiral into unavoidable fate. Zim's cries. Then maybe that famous light at the end of the tunnel. Or not. More colors, more sounds, more horrible pain.
Consciousness returned to him after what seemed like mere moments, but was more realistically many months. He couldn't open his eyes or move his body, but he knew that he was awake. Conversations were occurring in his head. At first he thought them a hallucination, but he could feel that they were stemming from an outside source.
"Our efforts are failing."
"Something is syphoning off the energy. Eating it up."
"I think I've found it, sir!"
More pain, and then the spiral into nothingness began again.
After some more time had passed, he awoke. This time he could finally open his eyes. Bright lights accosted his pupils but were soon blocked by some alien creature looming above him. It was bright blue in color, almost translucent, with eyes as black as pitch.
There was a voice in his head again. "I am most sorry to have to wake you so soon. But... Your attention is required in this situation, immediately." Dib surmised the voice belonged to the creature above him. It sounded female, and was actually very beautiful.
"Where... am I?"
The female helped him sit up. He was on the floor of some vast room filled with many sparking electrical devices. Other aliens floated about, seemingly examining him. None of them looked like the one at his side. They all were, instead, creatures composed of bright white energy. He had seen these aliens before! Now, where was that...?
"You are on the planet Meekrob," the woman explained. "As a favor to you, for all you've done for this universe, we reclaimed your body and repaired you..."
"Repaired me?" Dib asked, scratching the back of his head as she pulled him to his feet. He noticed then that he was nude, and the room was very cold. She didn't seemed concerned about his lack of clothing, however. The meekrob, being pure energy, didn't have a need for such things... He tried to remember what he could of their race. Long ago, Zim had introduced him to them via some virtual reality program...
The woman ushered him out of the room into a hallway, where they slowly made their way. As Dib's mind cleared, he felt more and more sensation tingling throughout his body. His chest, his head, all of him was in terrible pain... But it all seemed distant to him, like his body belonged to someone else. A disgustingly numb, prickling sensation was coming from his left arm. He reached over to inspect it, idly, and remembered his arm was gone when his right hand met nothing but air.
Swallowing hard, Dib whispered, "I died, didn't I...?" The events that transpired before his death came rushing back. What had he done for the universe? There must be some terrible misunderstanding, but he didn't question it. For all he knew they would turn around and kill him again.
"You did."
Another few feet and he heard the sound of a baby crying. Simply curious, he looked into the next doorway they came to for the source of the sound... Surprisingly, the woman led him into the room. A group of Meekrob were gathered around the cause of the noise. As Dib approached, they parted and he looked down.
Lying on its back on a small table was... A baby. It had four arms, a pair of legs, and a small thatch of blueish hair atop its head. Two curly antennae. It was female; it had human secondary sexual characteristics. It was howling, little fists shaking as its body strained to release its dissatisfaction.
"This parasite was found inside your body, feeding off of your organs and your energy..." one Meekrob said to Dib, distaste plain in its voice. "We were going to catalogue it, then destroy it. But Ninnehla thought you might not want us to..." He sounded as if the very idea were absurd.
The woman, who was obviously this "Ninnehla" person, touched Dib's shoulder, gently. "It is a parasite. This is true. However... It has your DNA. Yours... and that of an Irken."
Dib felt all of the blood drain from his face. Half human, half... Irken? Was it even possible? Well, of course it was possible. He was looking down at one. If so... then... was it Zim's? Did Zim put this thing inside of him? Maybe after he died? He felt dizzy. Rubbing his forehead, he peered down at the little creature. She was certainly unhappy in her current predicament.
"Being a halfbreed... I suppose-- that I sympathize with it," Ninnehla sighed as her collegues looked on with disapproval. "Because it has half of you inside it... I thought maybe you would prefer to decide its fate."
Nodding, Dib continued to study the baby. Parasite it may be, it didn't have any control over what it was or what it had done. The helpless fashion in which it was currently flailing proved that. Shaking his head, he amended his thoughts. "She." It was female. It was a baby girl.
"Thank you... For allowing me to decide," Dib said, quietly. "I... appreciate all you've done for me. And I'm sure someday she will too." They all looked pointedly at him. "If it's not too much trouble... I would prefer... for her to live. And... since she was a part of me... I will keep her."
"Very well," the first Meekrob replied. He waved some of the others away and they left the room. Dib approached the baby and reached out... Then remembered, again, that he was without an arm. Blushing, he turned to Ninnehla and said, "Could you... Possibly... Pick her up for me? I can't do it with only one arm. Um, please and thank you."
The other Meekrob were gone and it was just he and the woman. Smiling warmly, she helped him situate the baby in a way that was comfortable for him. When she was safely nestled in the crook of his arm, she quieted considerably.
"We did the best we could," Ninnehla said as they both looked down at the girl. "We managed to repair most of the major damage, but... Your arm will take a lot of time and effort to regrow. It will be up to you."
Dib was surprised. "Regrow? You mean, I can regrow my arm?"
"If you choose to, yes."
He could have cried, he was so relieved. Luck was certainly on his side today. Smiling at the baby, he thought to himself, "And yours too."
After a moment of reflection, Ninnehla touched his shoulder again. "I'm sure you're exhausted, Sir Dib. We have a necessary room set up for you that you might want to partake in."
Dib and baby were led to a spacious room full of soft, fluffy furniture. There was also something resembling a toilet in the corner. Dib blushed at the thought of using it out in the open, but who else was around to see?
"Make yourself comfortable," Ninnehla urged him, holding out her arms. "I'm sure you'll be hungry soon... I'll arrange to have some biologically compatible comestibles sent in." She turned to leave.
As Dib sat on a small couch, he called, "Um... Miss Ninnehla, ma'am?"
Returning her attentions to him, she replied, "Yes?"
"Do you... have any information on my family? Or Zim?"
"Zim... was revived just as you were. You probably don't know this, but he crashed a ship into the side of the planet Irk as a means of destroying it."
Dib gasped.
"Luckily, our forces saw his descent and, after realizing what he had done, managed to approximate his location and pull his body from the wreckage. If they had taken much longer to find him he probably would have been incinerated..."
"Where is he now?"
Ninnehla shrugged helplessly. "We are unsure. We had trouble locating your body... He became distraught and left here to look for himself. We ended up finding YOU, but not him..." Smiling sadly at Dib's forlorn expression, the woman added, "As for your other question: I have no answer. But I will help you find it." Heading for the door again, she finished, "Rest now. You've been through a lot." Then, she was gone.
The baby had already drifted off to sleep. Laying back against the side of the couch, Dib sighed and stared down at her. Before he had much time to think, he had fallen asleep as well.
The smell of food and the sound of his growling stomach forced Dib to awaken. He rolled his head to the side, looking over at the service cart Ninnehla had just pushed in. The baby had worked herself snugly between the crook of Dib's arm and the couch's material.
"I'll feed little--uh..." As she picked the baby up, she looked sheepishly at Dib. "--What have you named her?"
Such a simple, yet monumental task he had simply forgotten. Though most parents had nine months to decide on a name for their child...
"I... haven't named her yet," Dib laughed awkwardly as he sat up. "I'm a terrible father, aren't I? Already!"
"You've just been brought back from the dead!" Ninnehla laughed as she sat down on the other end of the couch. She grabbed a small bottle from the cart and nudged it into the drowsy baby's face. It instantly began to suckle. "But you must keep in mind that she is partially Irken. And without a Pak! So she is going to need to eat often. Lots of sugar and calcium."
Picking up something that resembled a sticky bun, Dib inspected the little tyke. "I wonder if I can possibly be able to... raise a child.."
"You'll learn how to do it. Mother nature has a funny way of ensuring these things," Ninnehla answered him, smiling. Despite feeling uncertain, Dib couldn't help but smile back. She was so terribly sweet, unlike anyone he'd ever dealt with, save Valerie. Was this just how aliens were in general? Maybe humans and Irkens just acted like jerks. He thought back to his time on the Goddess... how scared and alone he felt... When really he was just one in a universe full of people, alien races that he could have easily reached out to, explored, if he had just gotten the faculties to do so. Really, his time on the Goddess should have represented a new hope. Isn't that what the Goddess herself had originally been for the Irken people? A new hope?
Maybe there was still a chance. To start anew...
"Little Goddess," he said, quietly, poking at the baby's feet. Calling her that seemed a little egotistical, though. Maybe... "Goddess" in another language. He tried to think of any other languages he knew.
He could only recall some old videogame Gaz had imported ages ago from Japan... "Shin Megami Tensei," it had been called. "True Advent of the Goddess."
"Megami," he said aloud. That was rather pretty. It had a nice ring to it. And he could call her "Meg" for short. "Megami," he repeated, looking at Ninnehla. "Do you like it?"
"The important thing is that YOU like it," she answered, taking the empty bottle from the baby's mouth. She then wrapped some cloth around her bottom as a sort of makeshift diaper.
"In other words, you don't like it," Dib laughed. But it was too late now. She was forever a Megami in his eyes. Examining the stump shortly below his shoulder where his arm used to be, he mused, "Now if only I could pick her up on my own..."
Placing Meg on a nearby chair, Ninnehla stated, "I can help you with that." She reached out and took hold of Dib's injured arm. "You have been imbued with the power of our people, and as such, you are able to use it at will now." She slowly pulled her hand back, smiling as a thin bolt of blue energy arched between the skin that had touched. He shuddered, looking up at her as her fingers curled in midair. A small creature composed of that energy, almost resembling a butterfly, bloomed in her palm and drifted off toward the ceiling.
"How... Could I use it to my advantage?"
Ninnehla pointed a finger at Megami and she began to rise from the chair. She snapped the finger and the girl was sitting atop a soft blue cloud. "Whatever you wish to do, Dib..." Finally Meg landed in his lap, and Ninnehla patted him on the shoulder. "Tomorrow I will begin to show you how to harness the gift we have given you." She stood. "We know you will put it to good use..." Gesturing to a small box with a button on it atop the cart, she finished, "If you need anything this evening, just push that button and someone will come for you." Then she was gone.
As Dib finished eating, he tried to remember back to the simulation Zim had put him in. How did he use those powers again? It seemed so long ago... He had only ever used them offensively. Of course the Meekrob probably had a much more complicated system for it... It was possible they used it in every aspect of their everyday lives.
Meg was asleep again. She would probably need to be changed soon... Hopefully nobody would mind when he pushed the call button for THAT. Picking up the box and sitting it on the back of the couch within reach, he somehow managed to pull Megami into the crook of his arm again and lay back. The pain... it was a constant buzz in the back of his mind. It could have easily been unbearable, but he kept pushing it back, closing his eyes and trying hard to concentrate on anything else. "Go away... Go away..." he whispered. A warm, tingling sensation eventually melted through his veins and the pain disappeared briefly. Maybe this was that power Ninnehla spoke of...
He was cold. After some debate, he pressed the button, and a Meekrob came to see him... "Is there any way I could have... some clothes?" He looked down at Meg. "And her, too. She might be cold as well."
"'Clothes'... Oh, I know what you mean. Let me see what I can do."
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When Ninnehla came to him the next day he beamed at her. He was wearing a loose tunic and pants, no shoes, but at least he was covered. Meg had been given a long shirt that he wrapped up around her feet at the bottom. She had been quite annoyed by having something put over her wings, so it had to be altered a bit.
"Are you well-rested, Sir Dib?" Ninnehla asked, smiling back at him. As she picked Megami up for an inspection and a cuddle, she continued, "The lessons I am going to begin teaching you will be very difficult."
Getting to his feet, Dib nodded. "I'm... as good as I can be, I suppose. I'm still-- in some pain. And of course Megami woke me up a few times to be fed..." He gazed lovingly down at her as she lay, content, in Ninnehla's arms. "But she's not too much trouble."
"Follow me," Ninnehla said. Dib did so, and he was led outside the facility to a small courtyard. Their planet was somewhat cool, the sky mild... From what he could see so far, it was lovely.
A small carriage of sorts had been prepared for the baby. Placing her in it, Ninnehla turned to Dib. "I have inquired about your family. They are all safe, on Planet Nirvana." After seeing the hopeful look on Dib's face, she saddened. "But... You must know that you are held partially responsible throughout the universe as the Destroyer of Irk. You have many friends... as well as many enemies. Among those being the pockets of Irken survivors our allied forces have yet to route." She clasped her hands together. "For that reason, we feel that you should fully understand your powers as quickly as possible so you can defend yourself..." Dib nodded in agreement. "To that end, you should remain here with us until you are ready. We are better equipped to protect you... As well, you should refrain from contacting your family until that time. If someone were to intercept that communication, you life would still be in danger... At the moment, nobody is aware of your resurrection outside of Meekrob."
Dib couldn't quite fathom the concept of someone going out of their way to eliminate little old Him. Except for Zim, of course... But he wasn't going to argue with Ninnehla. "How... long will it be before I master this stuff and can go see my family?"
"Well... that all depends on you," Ninnehla answered, smiling serenely. She gestured towards a table wth a small metal ball atop it. "Shall we begin?"
"Absolutely," Dib replied.
Standing next to the table, she launched into her lesson. "The energies of all Meekrob are very difficult to quantify. A single man's prowess and mental abilities determine the extent of his power. Your body is composed of countless microscopic particles that communicate with eachother via electrical pulses. Every time you think about something? Your brain cells are pulsing. Move your leg? Muscles pulsing. The key to harnessing this power is to take control of those pulses, magnify them, reconstruct them, until they are able to evolve into something much bigger."
"The way you phrase it is as if anyone could use this power if they were skilled enough. Not just Meekrob."
"As a carbon-based lifeform? Absolutely," Ninnehla answered. "What we have done is given you a head start by reconstructing the damaged cells in your body and supercharging the healthy ones. By utilizing your powers to encourage cell growth, you could very easily regain your arm. As well, your other injuries will fully heal and your phantom pain will be gone." She tapped her head. "It's all up here. Your brain is linked to everything else via electrical pulses. It tells your spinal cord to tell your nerves to tell your muscles to move your finger, which touches particles in the air that all drift together and connect, eventually, to this ball here. Or that blade of grass. Or that building. Do you see?"
"It's all interconnected. Through a chain of cells and particles my brain is actually connected to that ball on the table."
Ninnehla grinned. "You got it!" Then, she reached out her finger and a small bolt of energy issued from it, zapping the ball. "Your first assignment is to move this ball without touching it."
"Sounds... easy enough," Dib replied, flexing his fingers.
After two hours of concentration and coaching, he was finally able to get a little spark from his finger. Two more hours, a rest break, and 45 minutes later and the ball finally rolled half an inch.
"It gets easier and easier from here," Ninnehla cried as she patted him on the back.
When he wasn't caring for Megami, Dib constantly worked on improving his skill with the Meekrob. The scientists were able to construct an unwieldy prosthetic limb that he learned to control with a combo of his muscle movements and powers.
Within a month he was able to block the phantom pain. Two weeks later, he finished healing any internal damage he had remaining including his scars... though he kept the scar on his stomach from whence Megami had come. Inside three months he could create an arm out of thin air composed entirely of energy... The only problem was that if he lost his concentration it disappeared. So he stuck with the prosthetic. In six months he could lift objects off of the ground and throw them with the flick of a finger.
Meg's constant presence, of course, caused him to become incredibly attached to her. He would have never believed on that first day that he would grow to live and breathe for her every smile, every serene moment. His thoughts were always centered on her.
His relationship with Ninnehla grew as well. As they continued to work together he began to ask her about herself, her life outside of the facility... And she asked him questions in return. She was fascinated by Earth, its people, its languages. Being so far out and isolated as it was, the Meekrob didn't have a lot of information on it.
"So strange to think of a people so multi-talented, so flexible," she said to him one day. "You humans lead yourself to believe that from day one you have unlimited potential..."
"Is there something wrong with that?" Dib had asked, bouncing Meg on his leg. She giggled merrily. She had always been a happy child, if very demanding of attention.
Shaking her head, Ninnehla answered, "Just rare, is all. So often you see societies where you are given a role, a status to fulfill and nothing ever changes you." She sighed, her face propped on her hands. "Take the Meekrob, for instance. We are scientists, occasionally philanthropists... We are thinkers, doers. We do not embrace romantic concepts like the arts... In fact, many shun them."
"What about... your other half? The other species you hail from?" It was an honest, innocent question... He didn't expect her face to show such pain when he asked it.
"Crystalline-- people treasure beauty, perfection, above all else." She looked away. "As a half-breed, I do not meet their standards. So, I am here, now, on Meekrob. My father, before his death, was a scientist in this lab."
Putting his hand on hers, Dib growled, "Well, fuck what they think. I find you to be perfect. I find you to be beautiful."
She smiled, and then... spoke. Aloud. "Thank you, Dib."
Taken aback a little, Dib stopped bouncing Meg. "Wow. I... didn't even know you could speak aloud."
"I have vocal cords," Ninnehla laughed. "But Meekrob don't... And most find vocalization to be irritating." Blushing, she leaned back against the chair she was sitting in. "I'll tell you a secret, though... I would love to leave here and become a singer."
This admission was even more surprising to Dib. A little rudely, he asked, "Well, are you any good?"
Ninnehla laughed. "I don't know! Maybe someday I'll have enough money to buy an intergalactic ship... Or become powerful enough that I can travel between planets by phazing. And then I'll try my luck."
"I'll cross my fingers for you." Dib grinned. "If you ever make it big, let me know and I'll come see you."
"Definitely," Ninnehla chirped. Then her face became a little sad. "Yes... The time is soon upon us where you'll be leaving us, isn't it? I daresay I'm going to miss your company."
Chancing to run his fingers up her arm a little, Dib said, "I'll keep in touch. I... I really appreciate all you've done, Ninnehla."
Megami spit up all over her shirt. Then laughed.
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