WALL-E: Disposal
WALL-E
Disposal
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WALL-E/EVE
Spoilers for the movie.
Why was she calling him? What was the goal?
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.
Wait... WALL-E!
“WALL-E!”
The room began to rumble. She tried again, more loudly this time.
“WALL-E!”
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 away.
She saw him there, so close and yet what felt like forever away in her current state. He said her name, or the name he called her anyway. That was fine. She was really starting to like that name more anyway for some reason. Maybe it was the voice behind it. That voice was calling to her, and she saw the owner of the voice that huge cube over from her. Now that she heard it, a part of her wished it hadn't. It was still his voice, which made something inside of her dance like an idiot, but it was so weak. So incredibly weak, especially in comparison with the cheerful and optimistic voice he usually had when he said that name. The light in his voice being gone grabbed another part of her and stole the light from its very heart.
Yet, he was still calling it. The words behind the voice hadn't changed a bit. Despite his condition, he was still calling out to her and reaching her way. Both parts of her, the dancing and the dark, refused to let that voice down.
In what would be considered a clear sign of a defective (not to mention insane) model to any diagnostic robot, she caught herself in her own explosion, blasting away all the debris around her and immediately zooming over to him. He didn't look any better close up, and she worried about pulling him out. He looked so fragile, like he'd snap in half if she put even the smallest amount of pressure on him. She tried to work around him, removing the garbage holding him as she stroked him comfortingly. This actually seemed to be working.
Then the doors behind her shut, and she had to hold onto him for her life.
She prayed internally, and wouldn't let go. She refused to let go. If she let go of him, he'd take her heart with him and she'd follow.
She wouldn't let go.
Her prayers were answered by a small, cleaner bot keeping the door from closing.
She wouldn't let go.
She grabbed onto him with her free hand.
She wouldn't let go.
Soon, she and WALL-E fell to the floor, and the doors started opening back to relative safety.
She wouldn't let go. Not now, not ever.
Disposal
K+
WALL-E/EVE
Spoilers for the movie.
Why was she calling him? What was the goal?
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.
Wait... WALL-E!
“WALL-E!”
The room began to rumble. She tried again, more loudly this time.
“WALL-E!”
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 away.
She saw him there, so close and yet what felt like forever away in her current state. He said her name, or the name he called her anyway. That was fine. She was really starting to like that name more anyway for some reason. Maybe it was the voice behind it. That voice was calling to her, and she saw the owner of the voice that huge cube over from her. Now that she heard it, a part of her wished it hadn't. It was still his voice, which made something inside of her dance like an idiot, but it was so weak. So incredibly weak, especially in comparison with the cheerful and optimistic voice he usually had when he said that name. The light in his voice being gone grabbed another part of her and stole the light from its very heart.
Yet, he was still calling it. The words behind the voice hadn't changed a bit. Despite his condition, he was still calling out to her and reaching her way. Both parts of her, the dancing and the dark, refused to let that voice down.
In what would be considered a clear sign of a defective (not to mention insane) model to any diagnostic robot, she caught herself in her own explosion, blasting away all the debris around her and immediately zooming over to him. He didn't look any better close up, and she worried about pulling him out. He looked so fragile, like he'd snap in half if she put even the smallest amount of pressure on him. She tried to work around him, removing the garbage holding him as she stroked him comfortingly. This actually seemed to be working.
Then the doors behind her shut, and she had to hold onto him for her life.
She prayed internally, and wouldn't let go. She refused to let go. If she let go of him, he'd take her heart with him and she'd follow.
She wouldn't let go.
Her prayers were answered by a small, cleaner bot keeping the door from closing.
She wouldn't let go.
She grabbed onto him with her free hand.
She wouldn't let go.
Soon, she and WALL-E fell to the floor, and the doors started opening back to relative safety.
She wouldn't let go. Not now, not ever.