Sound
Well Howdy, Y'all! Joined not that long ago, and thought it was finally time to let you guys know I was here. I figured I'd start with a nice, simple little one shot, which I hope you enjoy. ^_^
Title: Sound
Character(s) and/or Pairing(s): WALL-E
Warning/Spoilers: No Spoilers, set prior to the beginning of the movie.
Summary: What WAS this strange black rectangle?
"Without music, life would be a mistake."
-Friedrich Nietchze
Silence.
Day in and day out, all WALL-E ever heard was silence. Oh, there were the little noises (the sound of his own treads creaking along the ground, Hal's occassional chirps, the blowing wind), and things got QUITE loud whenever a sandstorm rocked along, but all in all it was dead quiet everywhere the little robot went. Sometimes he would find himself beeping random noises just to leven the atmosphere. He remembered a time when things were a bit more lively, back when there were others like him...all the sounds THEY made had worked together to create a chorus of noise the little robot could listen to as he meandered through the daily grind. Now, however, he was all alone. In a world of silence.
On this particular day, even the wind seemed quieter than usual. That meant the odds of WALL-E getting a chance to gaze at the stars that night were poor; no wind meant no cloud movement, and no cloud movement meant no little holes though which to see those wonderful little dots of light in the sky that so fascinated the trash-gathering machine. Still WALL-E plugged away at his job as he always did: diligently and without complaint. Sifting through the waves of scattered scrap and junk that provided the backdrop of his existence, he tried to take something out of the rhythm of clanks that accompanied the gathering of items into his body, but it was no use; it was so soft...so meager...it barely even registered on WALL-E's audio sensors. That was when it happened: while pushing the next batch of garbage toward him, his claws bumped into a strange object. It felt..harder...than the scrap surrounding it. "Oh?" WALL-E chirped curiously, pulling the item into view.
It was a dusty black...rectangle...thing. WALL-E looked it over, rotating it around to get a full view of it. On the front, there were two small glass panels through while he could see rolls of some thin, dark brown material wrapped around in two circles, one for each panel. The back side had a pair of white holes that seemed to correspond to the panels on the front. "Ooooooooooh." the robot whistled, stowing it into his lunchbox immediately; THIS item beared further investigation.
That night, when WALL-E had come home from the day's work, he inspected the object with even greater care. Poking it, prodding it, trying to sift through the massive objects he'd collected already...the robot exhausted all his resources trying to figure the device out. After extensive trial and error, he began to get the idea. It was some sort of Media device meant to relay images and sound through another machine. The CD player, though, would not fit it. Neither would the DVD player. Finally, WALL-E came to an old clunky device he had never used before, but knew to be called a VHS player (it said so right on the front). "V...H...S..." he enunciated haltingly, looking at the rectangle; could THAT be what he'd found?
Hooking the device up properly, the robot pushed his newfound discovery inside and pulled out the Viewscreen Monitor. Normally, the screen was used for old BnL instructional videos, but those had stopped playing a long time ago. Now, WALL-E waited for it to play...well, whatever it was that was on this VHS thing. The screen flickered to life, and images appeared there. People, in gaudy clothes, walking cheerfully down the street. No, no, not walking...something else. Something more...lively. They were making noises too, but not just ANY noise. This noise was...special...
Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out!
Strut down the street and have your picture took!
Dressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn about,
That Sunday shine
is a certain sign
that you feel as fine as you look!
WALL-E sat, mesmerised by the colors, the motion...the sound. Ooh that SOUND. It was unlike anything the robot had ever heard before, but he could not stop listening to it. It made him want to tap his treads on the ground, to spin about and rise and duck and swirl and run and move. It was magical. Clicking his claws together in time with the bouncy music, he realized he could take this sound with him from now on! Looking down at the recording device installed in his upper body, he clicked the button with the red circle on it and simply let it take in all the sound he wanted.
The next day, when WALL-E went to work, the canyons and buildings of trash and dust echoed with that magical noise. The robot moved with a little hop in his treads, making small beeps here and there to go along with the recording. He was still alone. Now, though, he was alone in a world of sound.
End
Title: Sound
Character(s) and/or Pairing(s): WALL-E
Warning/Spoilers: No Spoilers, set prior to the beginning of the movie.
Summary: What WAS this strange black rectangle?
"Without music, life would be a mistake."
-Friedrich Nietchze
Silence.
Day in and day out, all WALL-E ever heard was silence. Oh, there were the little noises (the sound of his own treads creaking along the ground, Hal's occassional chirps, the blowing wind), and things got QUITE loud whenever a sandstorm rocked along, but all in all it was dead quiet everywhere the little robot went. Sometimes he would find himself beeping random noises just to leven the atmosphere. He remembered a time when things were a bit more lively, back when there were others like him...all the sounds THEY made had worked together to create a chorus of noise the little robot could listen to as he meandered through the daily grind. Now, however, he was all alone. In a world of silence.
On this particular day, even the wind seemed quieter than usual. That meant the odds of WALL-E getting a chance to gaze at the stars that night were poor; no wind meant no cloud movement, and no cloud movement meant no little holes though which to see those wonderful little dots of light in the sky that so fascinated the trash-gathering machine. Still WALL-E plugged away at his job as he always did: diligently and without complaint. Sifting through the waves of scattered scrap and junk that provided the backdrop of his existence, he tried to take something out of the rhythm of clanks that accompanied the gathering of items into his body, but it was no use; it was so soft...so meager...it barely even registered on WALL-E's audio sensors. That was when it happened: while pushing the next batch of garbage toward him, his claws bumped into a strange object. It felt..harder...than the scrap surrounding it. "Oh?" WALL-E chirped curiously, pulling the item into view.
It was a dusty black...rectangle...thing. WALL-E looked it over, rotating it around to get a full view of it. On the front, there were two small glass panels through while he could see rolls of some thin, dark brown material wrapped around in two circles, one for each panel. The back side had a pair of white holes that seemed to correspond to the panels on the front. "Ooooooooooh." the robot whistled, stowing it into his lunchbox immediately; THIS item beared further investigation.
That night, when WALL-E had come home from the day's work, he inspected the object with even greater care. Poking it, prodding it, trying to sift through the massive objects he'd collected already...the robot exhausted all his resources trying to figure the device out. After extensive trial and error, he began to get the idea. It was some sort of Media device meant to relay images and sound through another machine. The CD player, though, would not fit it. Neither would the DVD player. Finally, WALL-E came to an old clunky device he had never used before, but knew to be called a VHS player (it said so right on the front). "V...H...S..." he enunciated haltingly, looking at the rectangle; could THAT be what he'd found?
Hooking the device up properly, the robot pushed his newfound discovery inside and pulled out the Viewscreen Monitor. Normally, the screen was used for old BnL instructional videos, but those had stopped playing a long time ago. Now, WALL-E waited for it to play...well, whatever it was that was on this VHS thing. The screen flickered to life, and images appeared there. People, in gaudy clothes, walking cheerfully down the street. No, no, not walking...something else. Something more...lively. They were making noises too, but not just ANY noise. This noise was...special...
Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out!
Strut down the street and have your picture took!
Dressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn about,
That Sunday shine
is a certain sign
that you feel as fine as you look!
WALL-E sat, mesmerised by the colors, the motion...the sound. Ooh that SOUND. It was unlike anything the robot had ever heard before, but he could not stop listening to it. It made him want to tap his treads on the ground, to spin about and rise and duck and swirl and run and move. It was magical. Clicking his claws together in time with the bouncy music, he realized he could take this sound with him from now on! Looking down at the recording device installed in his upper body, he clicked the button with the red circle on it and simply let it take in all the sound he wanted.
The next day, when WALL-E went to work, the canyons and buildings of trash and dust echoed with that magical noise. The robot moved with a little hop in his treads, making small beeps here and there to go along with the recording. He was still alone. Now, though, he was alone in a world of sound.
End