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Disposal, by Netbug009Spoilers for WALL-E
Garbage towered above her on all sides, threatening to bury her even more and allowing little light to slip through to her optics. She was so small compared to all of it, and now that her feelings were getting a grip on her, she realized how lonely and desolate it all was.
At that moment, EVE saw exactly what WALL-E's life was like.
The room began to rumble. She tried again, more loudly this time.
Then she was picked up in the garbage and the irony. But she kept calling out to him, though she wasn't entirely sure why. Was she expecting him to save her? He didn't look ready to play hero last time she was him. Did she want to save him? Well, of course she wanted to, but could she? Or maybe, she just wanted to hear his voice in all of this. Maybe, she just wanted to not be alone, and for him to be alive even for one more moment.
Maybe, she just wanted to know she was near him.
It turned out she was only a cube awa
Angel, by Netbug009Spoilers for the movie "WALL-E
As she held his crunched body close to her, the world around her was spinning. At least, it was as close to a world as the Axiom could be. It was the only world she had known for more than a few days. None of it mattered now. She barely even noticed it jerking around like mad as they tore through space. She just saw him in her arms.
What was he thinking?! So what if the holo-detector closed?! So what?! Why did he do it?! What was it to him if they never got back to Earth if he was dead?! What was it to him if she had a directive?! What was it to him if she was happy or sad or even existed?! What could he have possibly gained from all of this?!
He had followed her around like a puppy dog, no matter what got in his way. She never had figured out how on Axiom... no, how on Earth. She liked his world so much more than hers. She'd never figured out how on Earth he'd followed her back to the Axiom in the first place, much less why.
Define Weather, by Netbug009Spoilers for WALL-E
72 degrees and sunny. It was always that way on the Axiom. 72 degrees and sunny. That was supposed to be the perfect weather. It was supposed to make the world that was the Axiom the perfect place to live. For most people, this plan was an incredible success
Captain McCrea looked out the window of his bridge into that world, and for the first time realized how boring it was.
Rain, his computer had told him. Also known as precipitation. A weather pattern during which droplets of water fall from clouds in the sky that they were formerly evaporated into. The definition was accompanied by several pictures, including a few with humans in them. Most of those humans seemed displeased by the rain, and he couldn't figure out why. The computer told him rain wasn't usually toxic when he asked if it was. What was the problem?
It got him looking at more types of weather. Snow, wind, hail, humid, the list went on and on. The more he learned about Earth, th
Compassion, by Netbug009WALL-E spoilers ahead!
The day that EVE asked about WALL-E's 700 years alone, she realized he'd been waiting for that question to come up a while. Within moments, he was giving her a prepared abridged version of his story the best he could with his dialect. But by a few minutes in, she wondered why he'd ever wanted to tell her. Was it that important to him that she knew?
After all, and he sat next to her on a bench, he was throwing his heart on the ground in front of her. It was as if he was just now realizing how much it had hurt. She nodded and listened, nodded and listened, a compassionate look on her face as she held his hand.
It felt so fake right now.
Compassion was partly the act of feeling somebody's pain. To feel somebody's pain, you must have at least an imagined idea of what the pain was like. But this, the story WALL-E told her with one of the most serious looks she'd seen in a while from him, went beyond her imagination.
When he first star
WALL-E: Space, by Netbug009WALL-E Spoilers
That was the first word that came into EVE's mind, hitting her even before her directive's commands could. Space, and tons of it, awaited within her reach on this forlorn planet known as Earth.
The development center, the room where a Buy n Large robot first receives it's programming, is quite different from the repair ward. Instead of having a jail cell likeness looming over it, the room is completely surrounded by windows. The inner windows looked into a tunnel of the Axiom, as if to scream look at the great new robots we're working on for you! There were also the windows that looked out of the ship, into what would be complete darkness if not for the stars and the glow resonating from the massive star-liner. That was all EVE had known, being the first of a new set of EVE probes produced after humanity had long been away from Earth. EVE remembered receiving her programming in that room. There were so many times when EVE was being programmed, feeling
Boxes, by Netbug009WALL-E (spoilers!)
WALL-E was the world's slowest packer. He would stop on almost every item he packed and messed with it for a little before sadly putting it into a box, as if parting with a good friend for a while. Though EVE couldn't help have compassion for WALL-E whenever he wasn't happy, a small part of her was rolling her eyes internally at what she felt was overreacting a little. After all, this had been his idea.
In fact, WALL-E had insisted. With humans starting to build real homes that were a good double the size of the truck even for one human, WALL-E couldn't help but feel self-conscious. No matter what EVE said, he had thoroughly convinced himself that he was not providing well for EVE by having them both cramped up in the truck. EVE could easily tell when it was one of those few times that the trash compactor's choice was beyond even her persuasive reach, so she went along with it. WALL-E was more attached to the truck than she was anyway. She didn't feel the need for a