The first rays of sunlight stretched across the practical desert. There wasn't a piece of trash for miles. A dream come true for a small, white robot sleeping in an old, rotting shack, the
only building in the desert.
At first glance, you would think that the robot was an albino Barn Owl. At second glance, you would still think that. In fact, it was almost impossible to tell that she was a robot at all.
And she was no ordinary robot. Most of her dreams were images of events in the future, ranging from hundreds of years away to a few minutes away.
As the first few rays of sunlight touched her closed eyelids, she quickly made a short schedule of the things she would do that day. The first thing that she would do was fly to a city
that was thirty miles away. She had had some more of her prophetic dreams last night and she wanted to find somewhere where she could paint them on a wall or something like
that. She always had a better time understanding the images if she painted them onto something.
Her flight to the city was, as she expected, uneventful. When she got there, she chose suitable places to paint her images. She had a lot to put down, so it took several days.
She didn't have to worry about getting caught by any human. They had been gone for 700 years. They weren't extinct, they had just evacuated into space on huge star-liners to
escape the trash-ridden planet. She hated seeing how much trash they had left behind: therefore, being somewhere where there wasn't any trash was a dream come true. The
humans had built thousands of robots called WALL-Es, which would compact the trash into cubes and then stack the cubes into huge towers, which would soon be taken apart and
burned by huge incinerators. However, after five years, the time by which the humans thought the trash would be all gone, the humans that remained on Earth, to ensure that
things were going as planned, realized that toxicity levels had risen to a point where organic life was unsustainable on Earth, and the remaining humans evacuated the planet, but
not before the "BnL CEO" sent out a message to the autopilots of the star-liners telling them to keep the ships in space and to not tell the captain and passengers about the
message. The humans left the WALL-Es and incinerators active "in case the plan ends up working at a much later date" as the "BnL CEO" put it. However, as time went on, one by
one the WALL-Es and the incinerators shut down permanently. She thought that all of them had long since shut down…until she had a dream about her being with an active WALL-E
unit, along with one of the "EVE" probes that the star-liners used to check for signs of plant life on Earth once every year.
Finally, she finished the last painting. She then looked at them trying to see if she could understand them any better. She stopped at one that seemed to be of her, the WALL-E unit,
and the EVE probe hugging each other. She was in a shady area, so she didn't notice the thing that made a huge shadow that suddenly loomed over the city. She did, however,
notice the shaking and loud sounds that the thing made when it landed. When everything was quiet again, she looked again at her paintings. Some of them seemed even clearer
than before, so clear that she now knew what some of them were: robots with red devices attached to them, a filthy EVE probe in a few of the paintings, humans that looked like
huge babies, a spider-like robot, and the clearest painting was of the WALL-E unit and the filthy EVE probe apparently talking to her. In the background of the same painting were
various robots looking at paintings that she had made. When the small robot took a closer look at the paintings the robots were looking at, she realized that those paintings were
the ones she had just finished making! She looked at the other paintings, wondering when the images they showed would come true. Some of them showed good events, some of
them showed bad events, and some of them she wasn't sure about. Little did she know just how close some of those events were to happening.