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WALL-E 2.0 Day37 Down to EarthWALL-E and EVE emerged safe and sound from the Repair Ward several hours later. By then, things had mostly settled down. Everyone, human and robot alike, was now outside the Axiom, glad to excercise their freedoms again. Repairs on the damaged areas of the Ship were already underway (including a lightstick on the Ship's outer hull being attended to by a fastidious BURN-E...though it hadn't been damaged during the day's chaos...). For all that had happened over the course of the last few hours, it would be impossible to guess that anything had happened at all looking at things as they were.
Up on the Bridge, Auto kept his eye on the security camera to monitor everyone's safe exit. McCrea, however, now stood over a silent, motionless, expressionless Milton Forthright. As EVE floated into the room, WALL-E in hand, the Captain spoke in a voice sterner than any the probe had ever heard him use before...e
WALLE2.0It Only Takes A MomentThe fight was over.
Without the EVEs, Milton no longer had any way to protect himself, and with the continued threat of the (fictitious, unknown to him) Emergency Deactivation Code still looming over him, he had been forced to relinquish the Command Codes back to Auto. A-113 had been deactivated. The Forthright who had caused all the trouble was now restrained in Energy Bonds.
That left just one matter.
MO, now back to normal, had been ordered by the Captain to get into the Elevator Shaft to the Bridge. Despite his own desire to go down, McCrea did not want to use the Elevator and risk crushing those who he hoped MO would find: the incommunicado WALL-E and EVE.
The small scrubber quickly did as he was asked, making his way to the Entrance Hall. There, he saw the Elevator Shaft...burned, broken, and battered from tip to toe. Recoiling a bit at the thought of the degree of violence it must have taken to reach that shape,
WALL-E 2.0 Day 35: StaticOn the bridge, McCrea looked down in shock as WALL-E and EVE flew down the elevator. He quickly restrained himself, however. "We've got to help them, Auto!" he said.
The wheel twirled in agreement. "Options?" the Captain asked...and only silence answered him. "Oh...crud."
Meanwhile, within the chute, EVE kept WALL-E held to her. "Ready?" she asked grimly.
WALL-E simply nodded.
Keeping her eyes ahead, EVE saw their obstacle: the other EVE probes. All of them. Together. "Hang on." she then said, giving WALL-E one last spark before charging headfirst into the cluster. Taken off-guard by their sister's direct move, the probes did not react immediately, but that didn't last long. Soon, the elevator shaft was filled with criss-crossing blasts of Ion fire, cutting through the metal walls and shattering the glass.
Back on the bridge, McCrea felt the r
WALL-E 2.0 Day 33: ThrustEverything that happened next was a blur.
The door opened.
A shot was fired.
Another shot was fired.
One was from Milton's gun, the other EVE's cannon. Which was which was impossible to tell.
Screeching echoed all across the Bridge.
A blur of noise and sight...and then it was over.
One part of the console had a hole in it. Milton's gun lay on the floor, a melted puddle. McCrea lay face down on the floor. EVE floated triumphantly, WALL-E close behind her. Auto watched over them all, unmoving and without visible reaction. Milton clutched his burned hand, hissing in pain. The swift moment had passed, and time slowed down to normal. "WALL-E! EVE!" McCrea called to his friends gleefully. "You made it just in time!"
As WALL-E used his welding laser to break McCrea's energy bonds, EVE kept her eyes locked on Milton, cannon still at the ready. "Knees." she told
WALL-E 2.0 Day 32 HolodetectorWALL-E and EVE waited patiently in the Captain's Quarters, tension thick in the air. While WALL-E worried about the Captain's safety, EVE had...other concerns.
It was hard to believe for the probe, looking back at it all now, but even a few weeks ago, those concerns would not have existed. She had been as loyal a servant aboard the Axiom as one could have ever found, and that had meant loyalty to Auto, given the degree to which he controlled the Ship. She respected the Captain too, of course, and it wasn't as if she had a particular affection for either of them, but then she hadn't had a particular affection for anyone back then.
Nonetheless...it had been hard for EVE to not feel...betrayed, to an extent, when Auto had chosen to try and keep the plant away from the Holo-Detector. She'd served under him for years, followed his orders to the letter, and his reward for all that was to try and murder WALL-E twice and toss her down a garbage chute without even blinking. It was a deep
WALL-E 2.0 Day 31: TiltTilt
Auto returned to the Bridge, looking for all the world as if nothing had happened. It was a talent of his. "There you are, you slowpoke." Milton teased, eyes fixed upon the Security Screen. The Search Team had begun to enter the ship. It was time. "Now come over here, wheelie. Time for me to take control of the ship."
Auto tilted slightly, trying to hide his emotions...in this case, irritiation. "Explain."
"You've served your purpose, Auto...time for you to take another nice nap." To emphasize his point, Milton teased the trigger of his gun, its nozzle still aimed at McCrea.
Crimson light flickered angrily across the wheel's eye. Arrogant...! If nothing else, having feelings meant he would have the satisfaction of putting this wretch in his place! Speaking of which... "Acknowledged." he said blankly. "However, it would be faster and more efficient to allow me to start the Ship's Launch Systems first."
Milton cocked a brow, not entirely convinced...but what thr
WALLE 2.0 30 March of the GelsAuto suspected the WALL-E and the rogue EVE would like his plan about as much as he did, which was to say not at all. However, his practicality was still ingrained into his program, and ultimately the wheel knew it was their best bet. EVE, however, was not so convinced. Her gun remained firmly aimed at Auto, eyes slitted in anger. "Directive?" she asked sharply.
Auto tilted slightly, eye focusing on EVE cautiously. "...Negotiations." he answered. "Safety of the Cap...Ship has been compromised. Coordinated effort is necessary to avert danger."
This caused the probe to blink in confusion. Was he...proposing an alliance? With him? WALL-E rolled over to the wheel cautiously, feeling his chest tighten somehow at the sight of the ominous autopilot. He hummed a bit, motioning for Auto to explain further. "The Forthright is in control of the Ship'
WALL-E 2.0 Day 29 Rogue Robots"Ah...it feels so good to have things back on course!"
Delightfully watching the streams of data circle through Auto's eye as the Command Protocols finished their transfer, Milton kept his gun levelled at McCrea. Soon, the datastreams faded away. The crimson eye that had held them dimmed briefly, lighting up again soon after. "Transfer of Command Protocols...complete." he reported, voice still flat and dutiful...but there was a new note of regret to it as well.
"Auto...?" McCrea asked softly.
Milton rolled his eyes, cocking the gun threateningly. "Uh uh uhhhhh..." he warned testily, "No talking from the Prisoner."
Moving to the console, gun still aimed squarely at McCrea, Milton activated the communication line for the Axiom Robots. "Attention all Axiom units who are currently off the Ship, report back to the Lido Deck immediately. We will be launching off Earth soon."
Just then, a loud whistle came over the Bridg
WALL-E 2.0 pt 28 Fixing WALL-EI just keep on going, don't I? Hard to believe there are only ten days left, but I hope I can make them count. ^_^ Don't forget, twenty-eight prompts to pick from for you guys too.
As soon as she was in the Captain's (eerily empty) Quarters, EVE placed WALL-E on the ground, putting objects in the chute's exit hole as quickly as she could. It wouldn't be long before her sisters followed, and she needed time to set up a proper plan for storming the Bridge. Auto, after all, had the homefield advantage there, and after how the last face-off she'd had with him on it had gone...EVE had no interest in reliving that experience. Her barrier was...less than ideal (a model globe and a toy ship were not terribly effective deterrents), but it would have to do for now. "Plan?" WALL-E asked cautiously...quietly...afraid Auto might hear him from above, illogical though that was.
EVE considered just how to respond...what to do next.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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