A/N: Hello fellow readers! I have had this idea for a while, and I finally found enough time to write this up. I love WALL-E, and while I love our two stars, I felt as if the other AI have so much to offer, so I started writing this fanfic with the purpose of looking into the other bots' minds and relationships and how these relate to and conflict with their directives. I will be basing this fanfic around GO-4 and AUTO, but I might be doing it directly through their perspectives, or the perspectives of others.
This is the first time I posted a fanfic online, and I am by no means an great writer; Some of my weak points are grammar and pacing, so I am sorry for any mistakes. Also, I am new to writing for WALL-E, so I apologize if any characters are OOC. If you find any errors, please tell me and I will do my best to fix them. Alright, enough of me rambling. Enjoy!
Rated T to be safe.
Disclaimer: I do not own WALL-E. It belongs to Pixar.
TYP-E hung silently, his pointer-like hands resting above the touchscreen keyboard. Every so often, he would press a series of keys, executing a command or writing down a part of a report. His hands would move slowly, almost lazily, across the screen, as if he was weighed down by the repetitiveness of the motion. It was not that he didn't like his job. After all, to every robot, directive is everything. Order and objective.
On some days though, like today, it could feel excruciatingly tedious. The typing bot stared down at the screen, before pressing another button.
Hands always perpendicular to the board. Always the same action.
A sudden voice caught his attention, breaking him out of his thoughts and the monotony of his work. Missing the words, the typing bot dragged his gaze upwards, searching for the owner of the voice. A familiar, small, red and white bot met his gaze. Go-4, TYP-E recognized. The bot was hovering a couple centimeters off the ground, glaring impatiently at TYP-E. The small, dark optic of the head of security drove deep into his own large, red one. Knowing better than to keep GO-4 waiting, TYP-E lowered his gaze to the screen and pressed a button. The force field blocking a door shut down, letting the little robot enter. GO-4 passed through, neither looking back nor showing gratitude.
TYP-E stared dully after him, feeling irritated and to his surprise, slightly amused. Everyone, human or robot, knew GO-4 was not a bot who tolerated games for long. Strict and stiff, the head of security and his team of Stewards tracked down whatever was causing the trouble, putting an end to it as efficiently as possible. It's either you comply with him, or you are forced. No questions asked.
And even though GO-4's work did keep the ship safe, he was not the most popular bot around. Rude, other bots called him when he wasn't listening. Arrogant. Antisocial. Given his duty, TYP-E had dealt with GO-4's attitude enough that he was no longer fazed by the rudeness. Irritated, sure, but not as upset as other bots might be. Besides, even if he hadn't, he wouldn't have said anything anyways. His work might seem to consist of mindless typing, but that didn't make him dull. He knew his place.
TYP-E looked back down at his screen, staring at the lines upon lines of keys thoughtfully. 400 years was more than enough time to get to know the patterns and behavior of the bots that frequently came up here. GO-4 was activated a few months after the Axiom took off, when it was decided that the captain needed more than just AUTO. Even then, GO-4 was not much of a talker. As time passed, though, GO-4 came and went, his visiting times becoming longer and more frequent as the humans became more and more incompetent.
Movement crossed his field of vision, and TYP-E looked up just in time to see GO-4 glide out and make his way to the elevator. He stayed longer than the last time he came, TYP-E mused. Longer than usual. This wasn't the first time it happened. Yes, the humans were getting increasingly incompetent, but the meetings were increasing almost exponentially with every visit, both in count and in length. There were dips in the data, sure, but the pattern was there. In addition, TYP-E felt something different about GO-4. It was subtle, and he could not figure out what it was.
Hopefully, there was nothing wrong in the Axiom. None that he had heard of, anyways. Even though word traveled much slower than they had in the beginning, he still manage to know what is going on around the ship.
GO-4… TYP-E felt like he knew something about that little bot, but at the same time nothing. He decided that he would not interfere. He would wait and watch, and time should reveal everything.
He looked down at his screen and resumed his work.
Well, hopefully that went alright and wasn't hard to read. I would really appreciate it if you leave me a review. I love constructive criticism. Saying that I am a bad writer will not help me. Anyways, hope you enjoyed that, and thank you so much for reading.
