WALL-E: If You FallFalling...through the depths of Space...towards the Earth...how and why were unknown, but that was where WALL-E was: plummeting into the atmosphere.He could feel the blazing heat of his descent begin to spark and build and consume him. Bits and pieces, melting away or falling off...it was terrifying. It was blazing hot, but it was also chillingly cold...like AUTO's taser in his chest, but amplified a million fold.Death.The End.He could sense their approach...he only wished...Wait.Through the funnel of red that waved past him into the ever-shrinking darkness of Space, he saw...a star? No...it was...moving...toward him. A blue star. A BLUE star!"E...v...ahhhhh..." he squawked, voice inaudible to the roar of his own body in the heat."WALLLLLLLL-EEEEEEEE!!!"A desperate, determined cry. The blue star swept down toward him, penetrating the crimson waves with ease. He could see in the flickering lights of her eyes that...through the heat and the cold and the push and the pressure...i
WALL-E: The Universe AwaitsRunning his hand through the ice crystals streaming overhead, WALL-E had to wonder at this amazing expanse of lights and colors called Space. It seemed to be an impartial, unfeeling thing. But it had given him life with the light of one of the many Suns it possessed. It had given him inspiration by allowing him to peek up at its many stars every so often through the fog of Earth's sky.It had given EVE something to travel through.And now, floating through its cold depths, it seemed almost to be showing off its many wonders just for him. Such things were, of course, silly, but silly dreams were an old specialty of WALL-E's.He'd learned how to have them because the universe taught him.
WALL-E: ContradictionPrimitive tank-treads for transporatation.Limited movement capabilities.Covered in rust and dirt all over.Utilized mostly obsolete technology.WALL-E was, in purely Robotic terms, something of a Dinosaur. EVE recognized that, too. But she still loved him. Not despite the fact, but partly because of it.A contradiction? Perhaps. But for her, it was the most beautiful contradiction imaginable.
WALL-E: My Thought Alone"Who am I?"It was never a question to which WALL-E had given much consideration. He was himself. The precise details of what "himself" meant were unimportant; all that mattered was that he knew he was. He just...knew.But, like everything else in his world, that changed after he met EVE. For the first time, wondering about who she was made him wonder about who HE was. Why did he spend all his time gathering trash? What was it about "Hello, Dolly!" that made him watch it so much? Why were his brief glimpses at the stars in the sky so important to him?Why did EVE make him feel so...whole?He pondered those questions for hours and days, wanting to understand them better.Because he wanted EVE to get to know him. And he wanted to make sure the "him" she got to know was real.
WALL-E: Gotta Catch 'Em AllWALL-E had never wandered this far away from home, past the city limits and into a barren landscape that his databanks told him was once a forest. But then, he'd never had much reason to go looking this far before. Today, however, he had seen...tracks. Not tire tracks, either, or Hal-tracks. But real tracks, like the kind animals made in those old picture books he liked to read on occasion. They had wandered out of the city, and WALL-E had followed, eager to discover just what left them.All this had led him through the desert-forest to what appeared to be a hand-crafted home. It was made of strange, thin, white-yellow objects WALL-E had never seen before, in various shapes and sizes...like building-blocks, almost, but with sticks instead of blocks. There was a small entrance in this odd construction, big enough for him to fit through if he squeezed himself close to cube-mode, and so he sidled inside......only to have one of those building-sticks tossed right into his face! It didn't
WALL-E: Toward the FutureRobots did not measure time the same way humans did. To humans, time was divided into what was, what is, and what was to come. To robots, however, their ability to perfectly retain all information they encountered and absorbed made time into a sort of single thing, an all-encompassing Present that treated what was as simply videos in memory banks and what would be as simply data not yet encountered.Yet for the first time, EVE found herself measuring time more like humans did. The videos in her Memory Bank that played out her past with crystal clarity felt like another lifetime, something to look back upon and truly consider rather than simply look up only for one bit of data or another. What would be, meanwhile, felt like an exciting promise, a comforting dream of things not yet decided. Life for EVE, in other words, had become divided into the Past, the Present, and the Future, because for the first time, there was a true landmark to make the differences between them more clear.Ther