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Chapter 50: A Dazzling Performance

Late in the evening Zim watched the tracking screen that showed the progress of the Irken Armada on their way towards Earth. It had been five months since the humans had begun building his fleet, and the number of functional craft was at about four hundred and thirty. He was quite pleased with their progress; also, Dib was right about his tools making the process quicker.

GIR came up behind him and cooed, pointing at the tracking screen. “I love that show.”

Zim smiled, reaching out and patting his SIR unit on the head. “I know you do, GIR. I know you do.”

“They’s coming real fast now, aren’t they, Master?” GIR pulled his squeaky squid toy out of his head and squeezed it a few times.

Zim pursed his lips. “Yes, they are…right now it looks like they’re running at a speed of—” Zim frowned suddenly. That couldn’t be right… “GIR…”

GIR blinked up at him. “Yes?”

“GIR, go and wake the Dib-human. Tell him I need him down here, NOW.”

“YES SIR!” GIR saluted, his eyes glowing red as he ran off.

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Dib jogged into the lab in his boxers, adjusting his glasses. “What’s wrong?”

Zim stood and showed him the calculations. “We only have two weeks left, not four.”

Dib looked over the data, his brow furrowing. “Shit…we’re still seventy ships short of the mark, and more than one hundred of the completed ones still aren’t equipped with long-range weapons. What are we going to do?”

The Irken sat down again and looked at the monitor. “I think it’s time we told the humans what they are building, Dib.”

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The next morning, Dib and Zim stood at the door that led onto the stage with the podium where they would address hundreds of members of the press and the entire board of NASA engineers.

Dib straightened his tie, standing with his shoulders back. “Are you ready?”

Zim sighed, looking down at the black suit he was wearing. “I hate these clothes.”

Dib smiled and kissed him softly. “Don’t worry…I plan on getting you out of them as soon as we’re done.”

Zim smirked, his teeth showing. “Then let’s make this quick.”

As they walked out onto the platform, camera flashes went off everywhere throughout the room, and there was a loud clamor of voices. Zim took the podium and tapped at the mic, then spoke steadily.

“People of Earth…” he waited until the noise died down and then he continued. “My partner and I have come to you on this earth day to share with you the purpose behind the construction of this fleet of ships.”

There was scattered murmuring, and Dib flipped a switch to lower a projection screen as Zim began to speak again. “Your world is in very grave danger. We have known this since we made our first demands, but did not share it with you until now because we could not afford to create worldwide hysteria. Be advised that as of today, you DO have sufficient resources to fight this oncoming threat to your world.”

Dib flipped another switch and the first shot came up, a general sketch of the Irken Armada.

Zim pointed to the ships in the picture. “These are Irken ships. The Irkens are a race of aliens who seek to invade all planets of the universe and subjugate or destroy all of the inhabitants of those planets.” He looked back at the crowd before him. “Your world, it would seem, is next on their agenda.”

One of the reporters stood, holding a pad of paper and a pen. “What led you to this conclusion? How do you know it’s this planet they’re interested in?”

Zim sighed. “This planet is rich in resources that they are no doubt hungry to seize. Also, the high population of your planet draws their interest as potential fuel for their labour force.” He absolutely hated talking this way about his own kind, but he had to make it believable to get the humans to fight for him.

Again there was more scattered conversation, and the tension in the room began to rise.

One of the NASA engineers stood. “Mr. Zim, you say these aliens are…Irken? What race are you, then?”

Zim tried to remember what Dib had told him…about making a convincing performance… taking a deep breath, Zim lowered his antennae and looked down at the podium as if he had been reminded of an old wound. “I…am Irken as well.” He murmured, just loud enough for the mic to pick up.

Dib walked up behind Zim and made a show of squeezing his shoulder as the crowd broke out into a low wave of murmuring.

“Then why are you helping us to fight them?” One of the reporters spoke up.

Zim gently pushed Dib away, lifting his head, trying to look as wounded and abandoned as he could. “I am an exile. There is no home for me among my people. The Earth is my home now. And it would not do to just sit idly by and watch your world be destroyed if I can prevent it.”

Dib grinned inwardly. Keep it up, Zim, keep it up…

There were loud murmurs throughout the room, and reporters began to take a different style of notes.

“So…you’re saying that you’ll fight your own race in order to help us?”

Zim nodded, raising his antennae and standing proudly. “Yes.”

The talking grew louder, and one by one the engineers began to stand. “We will fight with you, Zim. To save the Earth.” The chief of the Board of NASA Engineers spoke loudly. There was applause, and Zim smiled genuinely. The foolish humans were playing right into his hands.

Zim nodded eagerly, then gestured for quiet. “Please, please…we must now discuss the nature of this impending threat to your world…” He looked over at Dib. “Bring up the diagram of the Irken Ripper vessel.”

*****

A few hours later the conference finally drew to a close, and Zim and Dib walked towards the exit. Zim received several pats on the back, and Dib watched with a grin. As they hopped into Tak’s ship, he flashed Zim a proud smile. “You deserve an Oscar for that performance, Zim. They totally bought it.”

Zim took off, flying back towards the base, a grin on his face as well. He suddenly turned his head, blinking at Dib. “Who’s Oscar?”

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