Chapter 4: A Different Perspective
Zim and Dib sat down on two of the little, cushioned stools lining the Pokemon Center. Dib leaned back in his chair, his Oshawatt sitting obediently by his feet. Several young trainers had their eyes glued to a television screen, which was broadcasting a report of a drive-by in Saffron City, Kanto.
Zim snickered quietly.
"What's so funny?" asked Dib, a bit offended that Zim was laughing at something like this.
"Oh, I'm not laughing at the shooting," said Zim, leaning back in his chair. "I'm laughing at the absolute stupidity of humans."
"What do you mean?" asked Dib.
"Humans: Turning on their own kind rather than working towards a common goal they're self-destructive! Much better things could be done with technology than using it to kill each other. Oh, sure, nothing's wrong with a bit of friendly competition, like these Pokemon Battles, and every society's bound to have it's discrepancies, but do you guys really need to settle your matters like this? On Irk, there's almost nothing that can't be solved through civil discussion, you know," he replied matter-of-factly.
"I didn't know you were so philosophical," said Dib. "Do you really think things are like that?"
"Think about my words a bit longer; you'll see there's quite some truth to them."
Dib thought about this a while. It actually did make sense. He thought, if anything, Zim would have a completely imperialistic mentality, thinking that things could only be solved through destruction. Apparently, he was wrong.
"You know, I actually told My Tallest that it would be easier to wait a few hundred years, and you'll probably all have killed each other by then," said Zim, smiling rather wickedly.
"A few hundred years?! How old are you, anyway?"
"Would you like that in Earth years, or Irk ones?"
"Earth, I guess."
"Well, that would make me...one hundred and fifty-nine."
Dib's jaw dropped. "How old are you on IRK?!"
"Sixteen. Irk years are quite different than the ones you're used to, for one thing, our orbit is further than the sun we're held to by gravity. For another thing, we simply have much longer lifespans. As a rough estimate, one year on Irk is ten years on Earth."
"So, in ten years, when I'm twenty-six, you'll be-"
"Yup, Seventeen. Maybe it's the short lifespan of humans that makes them so immature and stupid. You know, if you weren't around to screw everything up, Earth would be long gone?"
"You know, normally I'd disagree with you, but to be honest, it probably would."
Zim set down Lillipup, who had jumped into his lap. "Anyway, let's get going. We have a Pokemon League to conquer."