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Origins	By : LaChatteNoire Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Het- Male/Female Views: 2469 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I’ve heard that this sometimes happens. You’ll know the ‘this’ I’m talking about when you hit it then try to crawl through your computer screen to destroy me.

Dib’s mental development is equal to a genius I know, no exaggeration, in fact I toned it down a little bit. I'm serious. You won't believe me but you don't have to, lots of people don't believe reality and they get along just fine.

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Epilogue

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At eight months old, Dib was considered the terror of Membrane Labs. He was barely crawling, but his genius was obvious from his very first words. He rarely ever cried and never uttered the baby talk expected of someone his age. Instead, his first words had meaning and were strung into sentences with a vocabulary and diction any 4 year old would be proud to have. He had the habit of staring at a person, almost gazing into their soul, before accepting them as worthy of his presence. He often picked up books belonging to the Professor and stared at the words on the pages, frustrated at the secrets those fuzzy black lines held from him. And he was driving the Professor batty.

“My god, Simon, how do you raise a genius?” Professor Membrane sat at her desk, head in her hands. She looked in the corner at Dib playing with lettered blocks. She could swear he was spelling out simple words. “I mean, no one’s ever gotten it right before. It’s like no genius can be raised properly.”

Simon Simmons lounged on the couch and gazed at Dib. He too saw the words the child was attempting to spell. “I don’t know if there is a right way.”

Dib picked up a block. “Sim mins, what tis letter?”

Simmons looked at the block Dib was holding up. “That’s a ‘Q’, Dib.”

Dib looked at it. “How do I use Q?”

“If you put it in front of a ‘U’, then the two of them together make a ‘kw’ sound.”

He put the Q in front of a U. “Like ‘Quick’ or ‘Quiet’?”

“Exactly!”

The adults watched with a disturbed fascination as Dib put together “Quik” and clapped his little hands in pleased accomplishment.

Membrane looked at Simmons with a disturbed pleading. “Simon, I think I want the opportunity for something normal, random.”

“Daddy, what is ‘nor-mal’?”

The adults looked away in a sudden fit of despair at Dib’s innocent question.

“What is ‘nor-mal’? Is ‘nor-mal’ bad?”

“Daddy, tell me!”

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In the end, Membrane initiated a second pregnancy, one created out of a donor egg and donor sperm. A true wild card, no one had any idea what to expect.

Until she was born.

Membrane lived with the constant sounds of demanding screams. Nothing she tried ever seemed to calm the violet-haired she-demon she’d carried. If it weren’t for the fact that this was the normality she had craved, she’d surely go insane. As it was, what grip she held on her sanity was quickly slipping.

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Membrane collapsed in her desk chair and let her head fall on her desk with a thud. Gaz was being fawned over by the second floor. Dib was in the corner reading a book through his thick glasses. Simmons was watching over the second floor to make sure nothing went wrong with Gaz. And Membrane was exhausted.

Dib looked up from his book. At 22 months old, he’d figured out the whole reading thing almost a year before. He’d weaned himself by the age of 12 months. However, he knew when a situation called for drastic measures. He toddled over to his parent. “Daddy?”

Membrane laid back in her chair and groaned. “What is it Dib?”

Dib took the opportunity of an outstretched leg and climbed into her lap. He stood on her lap and wrapped his little arms around her chest. “I love you, Daddy.”

Membrane sniffed and wrapped her arms around his tiny form. “I love you too, my son.”

Dib leaned back and with clumsy fingers undid the buttons on her labcoat. He leaned against her full breasts and hummed.

Membrane shivered and looked down at him. “Dib?”

Dib looked up into her eyes and undid her dress shirt and the nursing bra she wore underneath. “Yes Daddy?”

“But you don’t nurse anymore.”

Dib smiled. “I know. But you like it. You need this more than me.” He leaned against her, took a nipple into his mouth, and started to suck.

Membrane leaned back into the chair and ran her hands over his back. “Dib…”

He closed his eyes and hummed into her chest. She smelled like she always had, like what he figured a mother should smell like. He sucked softly and snuggled up to her as she stroked his back and neck. He sucked hard and felt her hands leave him to grip the chair, heard her moan like she did when Simmons sucked on her neck, noticed the mother smell intensify.

Membrane gripped the chair. No, she wouldn’t let this happen. Not again. It’s embarrassing. She held back a moan.

Dib let the nipple fall out of his mouth and started on the second breast, now two cup sizes larger than the smaller one he had finished. The mother smell surrounded him, made him feel comfortable. He hugged her tighter.

She gave up.

Dib felt her lap tremble beneath him. He heard her keening whine. Her scent changed into something very unlike mother but not at all unpleasant. He pulled off and burped. He looked into her face.

She was biting her lip, eyes closed in ecstasy. Her face was flushed, her knuckles white, her legs still trembling.

“Daddy?”

She let go of her lip and opened her eyes. She looked down at him. “Yes Dib?”

“Feel better?”

She smiled. “Much. Thank you.”

He plopped down onto her lap. “Who am I Daddy? Who am I really?”

She wrapped her arms around him. “Why Dib, you’re you.”

“Am I?”

She tensed. “What have you heard?”

Dib bowed his head. “I heard the others. They called me a clone. I’m a copy. Of you.”

“Oh, my son. That’s not how I wanted you to find out.”

He squirmed out of her arms and turned from her. “It’s true.”

She swooped down and picked him up again. “Of course it’s true. I cloned myself to create you. Your body is a copy of how mine used to be. But try as I might, I couldn’t copy my mind. Your mind is your own, Dib. And in the end, that’s all that matters.”

He relaxed a little. “Really?”

She nodded and hugged him. “You’re much smarter than I am. I want you to decide that for yourself. But do me a favor. Never tell your sister.”

“Never ever?”

“Ever.”

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