SMEETY TAK =3

“Welcome to life, Irken child. Report for duty.” A robotic voice echoed, and a small, purple-eyed smeet looked up at the arm. She says nothing, only blinks and looks confused. The screen flashes, and the same smeet is sent through a chute, and ends up being plopped into a chair. “You are two minutes old, smeet. Be prepared to be filled with the whole of the IRKEN KNOWLEDGE!” Still, the smeet says nothing. A machine attaches to her, and she shuts down for a few minutes, the information being sent into her Pak. “Upload complete! You have been given a name. IDENTIFY YOURSELF.” The smeet opens her mouth, trying to comply, but she only closes it and makes a confused sound. There is silence for a moment, and after a bit, the robot pushes her out of the chair. Soon, another smeet drops out of the chute and into the chair. The little female smeet can do nothing, but follows the new smeet when the upload is finished. The screen flashes again, and this time the smeet appears to be in an Irken-style hospital, with several taller and older Irkens surrounding her. “It’s been a while since there’s been one of these.” A male with dark green eyes says. “Get the anesthetic.” The smeet can do nothing, only lays on a gurney, and drifts into unconsciousness. When she woke up, she shouted out. “Owie! That hurts!” “It looks like she’s awake, sir.” A female with light red eyes (though not quite pink) said to someone behind her. “Good, you are dismissed.” The female walked out of the room. “Hello, little smeet. What’s your name?” The male from before said, but not quite kindly. “Tak, of course! Now lemme out of here! I gots to go to my invader training!” She shouted, leaping out of her cot, and would have gotten away if not for the male grabbing her and putting her back on the cot. “We’ll have none of that. Now, Tak, listen to me. You have a bad genetic disease. You may never be able to become a soldier, or an invader, or an Irken elite.” He said, very gravely. “Dookie! I’m gonna be the bestest invader ever!” She said, a little irritated. “You don’t understand. Your disease keeps you from functioning properly without that cybernetic implant in your head.” At that, Tak looked startled and reached up, feeling the cold metal that penetrated her head. “It might be a better idea if you do not go to your military training, and instead go to some training for a less dangerous job. Like a food-service drone.” “NO! I’m gonna be an invader!” She protested, getting angrier. “You have to understand, you’re never going to be as good as the others!” “You’re lying!” Now she was shouting, and her little fists her shaking. “Stop that, and listen to what I’m saying! You will never be-ARGH!” The smeet-Tak had launched herself at the Irken doctor, and was biting at his antennas. “GET OFF! That hurts!” The doctor flailed around, trying to get her off, but the more he thrashed, the tighter she held on. Suddenly, he slipped, and banged his head on a tray Tak let go when he fell unconscious, and the nurse re-entered. She tsked at the doctor for being so careless with a smeet in the room, and walked out. *** “What’s that thing sticking out of your head?” A little female with dark pink eyes scoffed, looking at a Tak, now in a regular Irken outfit. “It’s a special implant that makes me better than you.” Tak answered, annoyed. She hated it when people mentioned it. The trainers all knew what it was, and they way they looked at her with a mixture of pity and shame was bad enough. But the other students, who did not know what it was, often imagined something much worse. “If you need one, then you must be really weak! I betcha they won’t even let you take the test for the Irken Elite!” The green-eyed girl taunted. Tak’s eye began to twitch, and if it had been Zim he would’ve shut up. Unfortunately, this female wasn’t as informed on Tak. “You’ll probably end up a food-service drone!” Her struggle for control was promptly lost, and she threw herself at the female, using the same technique as she had on the doctor several years ago. Only this time, she was slightly bigger than her victim, so instead of holding, the antennae was torn in two. “AIEEEEEEE!” The female screeched, clamping her hand over the shredded end of her antennae. She started to sob, and collapsed onto her knees. Tak spat out the part she had torn off, and gave the cowering girl a cold glare. “Let this be a lesson to you.” The pictures on the screen began to flash quicker. A video of Tak punching the lights out of a boy with red eyes who had made fun of her implant, of her biting the leg of a female with elegant, curving antennas who had tripped her, of her tackling a boy who had pushed her lunch out of her hands… It went on for several minutes, before stopping and showing a video of Tak, being taken from a Control Brain room. Her sentence was clear- she was to work on Planet Dirt on a janitorial squad until the next test for the Irken Elite, in seventy years. On the Planet Dirt, it showed Tak building her own ship, using the old frame of a Spittle Runner. She was doing the opposite of what most Irkens believed- if it was broken, throw it away. She was making something new from old and worn down materials. And it had worked. *** “It must be Tak. She’s the only female with Cranaritis.” He said, sounding rather grim, a disturbing change from his normal sarcasm. “Yeah…she’s a Defective, isn’t she?”

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