A Tale of Two Dimensions
Rated T for language and scientific jargon
I've thought about doing this one for some time. The basis for this story started when someone asked me if I though interdimensional travel were possible, and I, being both a scientist and a rabid Invader Zim fan, replied: "If you had the know how and the right technology, and with the proper application of physics mankind doesn't even understand yet, you could probably bring Tak into our world if you wanted to." Then, I started thinking: What if? What would be the implications of such an act? So, I wrote this. In this story, an OC (yes, he's based on meeeeee!), is able to create a device that opens up a tear between dimensions. In doing so, he brings Tak into our dimension, and just what ensues? Read on to find out. I do not own Invader Zim or Tak, but the OC's Ana and Ashton are mine, and especially the one that technically IS me just renamed with better funding.
CHAPTER ONE: CROSSING THE FABRIC
"Is the proton accelerator coming along?" I asked, turning to Ashton, my lab assistant, scribbling numbers into my notebook.
"It's calibrated and uplinked to the Cray bank now." Ashton replied, not even looking up from his computer screen. His workstation, like his clothing, was meticulous, a sign of someone who still thought appearance was the key to being a good scientist. He had short, blonde hair, and wore a labcoat over a starched white shirt and red tie, black slacks and shined oxfords. I, on the other hand had long black hair, tied back into a ponytail, wore a wrinkled lab coat, a dark grey shirt unbuttoned far enough to show my silver druidic sun necklace pendant, black jeans, and a pair of black dress shoes that fastened with a single strap and buckle, and looked as though they came from a victorian era doctor's closet. Why not? After all, I was in charge of the lab, a semi-well respected scientist even at my young age. Not many people find themselves in their mid 20's running a lab with people that are ususally in their thirties and fourties. Propriety be damned, If I can get away with it, I do it.
"Ana!" I called. A young woman poked her head out from behind a small bank of Cray supercomputers. Her black hair was in double braids, revealing her four silver rings in each ear, and black-rimmed eyes. She blew a bubble gum bubble through her black painted lips, popping it loudly.
"You bellowed, Dr. Doom?" She said with her usual sarcastic chipperness. Her calling me "Dr. Doom" all of the time was cute, but rather annoying.
"Ana, if you're quite finished, could you bother checking the Element 115 in isolation? I need it ready for proton bombing as soon as possible." She gave a small, cheerful salute. "Thank you...Abbey." What? I could call her names of fictional characters I thought she resembled, too. She gave me a narrow-eyed glance, and stood.
"So are we testing today?" She asked.
"If everything is ready for a test." I replied. Hint, hint. Ana turned and walked toward isolation, her knee high combat boots resounding on the tile floor.
"I don't know why you put up with her, Doctor Drake." Ashton said, turning from his computer.
"She's good at what she does." I replied, checking my notes.
"She's a smart aleck."
"She's a genius." I corrected.
"She's goth." He stated.
"Really?" I said facetiously. "All I see is a brilliant ITT graduate who can program Crays and work out bugs better than both of us combined. She's one of the best programmers I could get on our budget, and I think I got more than my money's worth. Dress, principles or way of life have nothing to do with it."
"Yes, sir." Ashton said sheepishly. "Sorry." He turned back to his computer and began typing again. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. I would have to get a brilliant computer programmer and a highly dedicated theretical physics expert, and have it turn out to be the bloody Odd Couple. I walked across the lab and plopped into the chair in front of my computer. I read and reread the numbers for what seemed like the ten-millionth time. If my theory was correct, then introducing dark matter into a contained area of space at just the right level might actually counteract the known laws of space and time. Because matter and antimatter react like an acid and a base, I was hoping that the resulting reation may induce a sort of wormhole effect, like a manmade black hole. I admit, it was a little reckless, but I was attempting to open a portal into another dimension.
The only problems with this plan were that: A) If the calculations were incorrect, even by the slightest degree, the procedure would unleash a power greater than an atom bomb, and it would be the 1908 Tunguska blast all over again, and B) We know nothing of other dimensions, nor of what might live therein. So, we could be responsible for creating a hundred killometers of destruction, or unleashing a twenty meter cybornetic scorpion on the world. Well, they say the fun is in the exerimentation, huh?
"It's all prepped, Dr. Drake!" Ana called, reentering the room. "Element 115 is ready for particle bombardment. Are we all gonna die?" I heard Ashton sigh angrily.
"Shall we begin, Dr.?" Ashton asked. I stood and closed my eyes in indecision. The moment of truth. The first test of all of our hard work. I sighed.
"Seal the test chamber, Ashton. Ana, I want all data loggers doing what they do best."
"Logging data?" Ana said sarcastically. I raised an eyebrow to display my newfound impatience, and Ana walked quickly to a large computer, and began typing furiously. The computer gave a beep to assure that all systems were in working order.
"Do you want me to get on the phone?" Ashton asked.
"No." I replied. "I don't want the investors here until we're sure of our progress, and if it goes critical, I'd rather the rest of the team not be demolecularized. No, it's just us three. Ashton, fire the big harlot up if you would." Ashton typed in a command. The computer accepted the command, and a whirring from the sealed room in the back broke the stillness of the lab. Ashton typed in his password, and clicked "excecute". The whirring became more pronounced."
"Powering up, sir." Ashton said. He stood to join me as I walked to the foot-thick safety glass window overlooking the experiment. Ana joined us, and the three of us watched as the enormous cylinder hummed loudly behind the thick walls of the room. Without the soundproofing of the walls and glass, our eardrums would've probably been bleeding out of our ears at that point, a constant reminder of the power we were working with. The huge machine now emmited a deep, constant whir. It was ready. I turned to Ana.
"Do it." I said solemnly. Ana grabbed the large switch on the wall. I inserted a key into the safety lockout and turned it. The lock disengaged with an audible click, then a beep. We all looked at each other nervously for a moment. "Go."
"Here we are now." Ana muttered. "Entertain us." She threw the switch, and there was a sound like a deep, booming roll of thunder. Several loud cracks made us jump. The cracking became louder and closer together until it resembled a deafening ripping sound.
"Christ, bloody hell," I shouted over the din, "The whole bleedin fabric's tearin' open!"
"Kill it?! Kill it?!" Aston was screaming.
"No!" I yelled back "It's ripping open reality. It's what we want!" Ana stood, her teeth clenched, a look off fear on her face. Suddenly, there was a blast, resembling a sonic boom from Hell. The entire building shook, and we were thrown to the floor.
I stood and looked around. Nothing seemed to be destroyed. I noticed that the sealed room was filled with a pale smoke or fog, which seemed to be dissipating.
"Am I dead?" Ana asked, standing. "Do I look dead?"
"Only every time I see you." Ashton replied, straightening his tie.
"At least I know I'm not in heaven." Ana said cockilly. "'Cause you're here, neatfreak."
"Quiet you two!" I ordered. They turned toward the glass that I was peering through intently. "I think there's something alive in there." Ashton immediately ran to a computer monitor.
"No radiation, and no biological contaminants are present..." He paused and looked at me wide-eyed. "There is something in there." It took a moment for the statement to register in my head. It was a success! We'd brought something through! I ran to a locked metal cabinet, and punced in a four digit access code. The lock disabled, and I threw oppen the doors. I reached in, and retrieved a shotgun, still unsure as to the nature of what we'd brought through. I handed Ana a large duffel bag of first aid gear, and we turned to the room.
The room was still a little foggy when we entered, the overhead lighting giving the room a sinister glow through the vapor. We walked along the catwalk beside the proton accelerator, toward the "Stargate" as we jokingly called it. Through the fog, we could make out a form, laying on the metal floor, barely moving. I readied my weapon, preparing for God-knows-what to leap up and try to bite our faces off. We cautiously crept upon the form, when Ana dropped the duffel bag, and put her hands over her mouth, stiffling a very emotional laugh. I looked at her questioningly, then looked back to the form on the floor. Green skin, two black antennae, purple and black clothing. There was something odd. Something I couldn't put my finger on. The figure stirred, and two purple eyes slowly opened, looking at me weakly.
"No." Is all I could say. Ana was still giddy. She nodded happily and giggled. I turned again to the creature. Invader Zim, the cartoon, the bloody cartoon! It couldn't be! "No, it...it's...
"It's Tak." Ana said happily. Upon hearing the name, the being looked up at us questioningly. It pushed itself up on it's arms, attempting to stand. It gasped.
"Help...me." It said, then collapsed.
"Wha...what's wrong with Tak?" Ana said, worried. I knelt beside the creature, feeling for a pulse, shining my penlight into her eyes.
"Balls." I muttered, half panicked. "I think she's dying. Ana, we've got to get her back to the lab. NOW!" Ana slung the duffel bag over her shoulder and grabbled Tak's ankles. I grabbed her wrists, and we lifted her off of the floor. I was surprised at the lightness of the creature, but we had no time to bother with such thoughts. We hurried toward the lab, carrying Tak between us.
"What the hell?!" Ashton said in surprise as we burst into the lab. "Is that a...cartoon?"
"Well, it's not a bloody cassaba melon, Ashton!" I said in annoyance. "We've got to get her on life support, stat." Ashton nodded, and rushed to the medical room, returning with a metal gurney. We lifted Tak onto the gurney. She was unconscious, and breathing in jagged, raspy gasps. Ana held Tak's small hand in hers, and I could see tears forming in her eyes. We rushed the gurney to the room set up for biological research.
"She's bad." Ashton said, placing diodes on Tak's now bare chest. "She's got a dangerously low pulse, breathing's erratic and shallow..."
"Adrenaline." I ordered. Ashton handed me a syringe from a cooler. I popped off the cap, and plunged the needle into Tak's heart, injecting the adrenaline into her system.
"How much are you giving her?" Ana asked, still holding Tak's hand. "Will that kill her?"
"God, I hope not." I replied. It wouldn't do for my first successful experiment to die on the table in my care.
"What's wrong with her?" Ana asked emotionally.
"My guess is, crossing the fabric into our realm isn't like crossing the threshold from one room to another. Her body isn't built for our dimension, where all rules are different." I inserted a tube into Tak's mouth, directing down her throat, working it into one of her lungs. Ana cringed, while Ashton connected the hose to an air supply system, and switched it on. He looked at me, and with his eyes, motioned toward Tak.
"Look at her skin, Doctor." He said gimly. I noticed it too. In fact, I'd noticed it before. The black outline around Tak was fading, while her green skin was becoming darker. I racked my brain for an answer. Then, it hit me.
"Of course!" I excaimed, making the others give me a puzzled look. "She's becoming real! We tore her from a world...uh, rather a universe, a dimension where everything was animated. The laws here are different. Her body is trying to adapt to our world. Ashton, what does physics teach us that everything is constantly trying to find?"
"Right!" I laughed. "Her matter is rearranging to suit the physics of our reality." We watched as the dark lines faded out on Tak's body, and the color of her skin became more realistic. She began to look more and more like a real being.
"We've...we've got to call someboby." Ashton said.
"No!" I exclaimed. "We're not calling anyone yet. This is our find, and until we're well and trully certain of the outcome, no one is to know." Okay, so I get a little of the mad scientist in me sometimes, but we had Tak, on a table, in a biological research room, in a lab built to bring biological entities across a dimensional portal, in a world that would probably burn us at the proverbial bloody stake for what we'd just done. What would you do?
"Doc," Ana said softly. "I think she's waking up." Ashton and I looked at Tak as she faded finally into a real-looking alien being. Her eyes slowly opened. I looked into the dark purple eyes. They narrowed in confusion. Then, suddenly, she sat up. She coughed and gagged, and feeling the tube in her mouth, pulled it out, and with disgust, threw it away. She began coughing. She looked around, panicked. Looking down, she realized that Ana still held her hand. She jerked it away and curled up with her head on her knees.
"Who are you? Where am I?" She asked, both anger and fear in her voice. She looked at her skin and shrieked. "What have you done to me? I'm an Irken invader, you know! I'll make you pay. I'll..."
"Tak." Ana said comfortingly. Tak looked at her suspiciously.
"Who are you, and how do you know my name?" I stepped closer.
"It's a long story, I'm afraid, Invader Tak."
Well, Tak has been brought into our world. What will happen now? I won't give it away, you'll just have to read more and find out yourself. So, what did you think? I'm trying not to get too scientific with this one, and later chapters will be...well, better. Review, please.