|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
WALL-E 2.0, Day 7: Eye Surgery"Whatever you want, it's yours to take."
That was the Forthright family motto. Reach for the stars, and hold them tight once you grabbed them. Generation after Generation had honored that creed, and now Milton intended to do so as well. The Captain...Markison or some silly name like that...had allowed him a full tour of the Home he and the Axiom's passengers were making for themselves on Earth, an offer Milton had graciously accepted.
After all, doing so meant he could get on board the Axiom without arousing suspicion.
For the most part, the Ship was empty. With the exception of the occassional worker 'Bot (including a BURN-E unit that was holding onto a lightpost very tightly for some reason), Milton's long travel through the titanic Starliner was quiet and uneventful. From his perpsective, that was for the best. Witnesses just made things messy.
At last, he arrived at his destination: the entrance to the Br
WALL-E 2.0, Day Six: ThrustWell, THIS was quickly turning into an odd morning.
Captain McCrea found himself sharing a most uncomfortable handshake with the surprisingly fit Milton Forthright, a massive crowd gathered to greet them both. As questions and exclamations filtered out into his ears, the Captain simply had to wonder just what this man wanted. "And now I meet the third and final piece of the Axiom's descent to Earth!" the man...Milton, he'd called himself...exclaimed as their shake ended. "Captain Maculkin himself!"
"Uh, that's McCrea, sir." the Captain offered meekly, not yet sure quite what to make of Milton.
"Of course it is." Milton laughed cheerfully. "Now Captain, there's something...very important I need to talk to you about. It's the reason I'm here, in fact."
"And that is...?"
"Well, see, the Axiom wan't the only ship out in Space. Alllllll over the galaxy, there are BnL Star Liners cruising the Quasars." Milton wrappe
WALL-E 2.0, Day Five: EVEEVE continued to look untrustingly at the strange man walking so proudly off the ship. His surname was recognized by her Databanks-Forthright, C.E.O. and President of Buy 'n' Large Incorporated-but something about the man nonetheless put her at ease. Shivering a bit behind her, WALL-E seemed to share the feeling. "Directive?" EVE prompted again, hoping for a slightly more descriptive answer this time.
Rather than provide one, however, the man...Milton...simply strode up to her, that too-good-to-be-real smile still stretched on his lips. "Hmm...you must be the EVE Probe that caused all this trouble. Pleased to meet ya!" he said cheerfully, eyes roving over the white probe's sleek shape; it made her discomfort all the worse. "I'd imagine, since your 'success', the other EVE probes are currently offline?" Milton asked, complete with cloying air quotes.
EVE gave an annoyed hum, eyes slitting down; now she knew sh
WALL-E 2.0 pt 4: The Spaceship"Hello."
Now that he had to interact more often and to a greater degree with humans than he was used to, WALL-E had decided it was time to learn how to speak their language a bit better. He understood it already, of course, but his Vocal Processes were not used to actually saying human words for the most part. The Captain had reccommended he take lessons with the Teacher Bot who had helped eductate the children born on the Axiom, but WALL-E had known from the start there was only one teacher for him. EVE had already taught him her name, the name of the Planet he lived on, and just what "Directive" was. Who else but her could help him with the rest? The pair had talked it over and settled on trying for one word each day when WALL-E came home from waking Captain McCrea up. Each day, they would pick a different place to practice; today, that place was on the roof of the Tr
WALL-E 2.0, Day Three: WALL-EIt was a familiar road, this city street leading to his home. But WALL-E liked the familiar. He liked the unfamiliar, too, of course, but the familiar held its own special charm, a comfort weaved in and out through days spent in the same places, doing the same things. It was a comfort WALL-E treasured, a comfort that had gotten him through a little less than 700 years of extended isolation (Hal had shown up a few months after the other WALL-Es shut down).
And as the familiar messages of all that "space out in space" and BnL putting "the Star in Executive Starliner" played out next to him, the little robot began to think about how scary things were going to be from now on. He liked the Captain, of course, and no one on the Axiom seemed dangerous; indeed, its Robot Crew had become fast friends with him. But with their arrival, the familiar world WALL-E had known his whole existence was going to change fundamentally. This w
WALL-E 2.0, Day 2: 2815 A.D.It was the natural quality of the light that remained the most pleasant surprise.
Looking out from The Axiom's bridge out into the city ahead...out to his new home...that was what McCrea still found himself focused on. Soft, natural light. A Day that wasn't controlled by a switchboard. The people would be waking up soon...coming out of the ship to explore the city again, tending to its needs and helping to further cement their place back on Earth, but for now...the Captain could simply enjoy the serene image of the home he'd worked so hard to get back to. "Yoho!" a little voice beeped by his side.
"Hm? Oh, hey WALL-E." he chuckled to the robot. "Yeah, you can go home now. Thanks for the wake-up call."
Nodding, the waste allocator rolled back inside; a few minutes later, McCrea saw him wheeling out toward his truck home. The Captain could see the well-worn tread prints of WALL
WALL-E 2.0, Day OneOut There...
There's a world outside of Yonkers,
way out there beyond this hick town, Barnaby...
There's a slick town, Barnaby!
With a happy sigh, Captain McCrea rose out of Bed, with the familiar lyrics of his newfound Wake-Up Call guiding him along. To most, rising out of Bed would not seem a particularly stirring occassion...but having spent most of his life off his own two feet, the plump Captain still found something quite awe-inspiring about getting up on his own power. He giggled a bit as his feet touched the floor next to his bed. From there, he walked over-walked over, it was still so hard to believe-toward his closet, passing the Holographic Images of the Captains who had come before him. "Morning, Sirs..." he greeted with a salute. "Hope I can make you all proud today."
Opening his closet up, he took out his Captain's garb and hat. It was still...a bit tricky...to get it on right...but...there.
Keep in Touch!