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WALL-E rolled forward and looked around. He quickly classified things as trash and not trash. The buildings in the distance, for instance, weren't trash. The pile in front of him was. The shut-down WALL-E…processing…wasn't. It was important to know what was trash and what wasn't. Things that were classified as 'trash' were for crushing into small cubes and stacking in pyramids. Things classified as 'not trash' were for leaving alone. That was what made operation 'Clean Up' viable-the ability to classify items.
As WALL-E began shoveling items into his body cavity, something rolled down. He picked it up with one of his hands and stared at it. What he saw was a perfect little sphere painted with every color of the rainbow. Not that there were many rainbows around these days to compare it to. Suddenly, WALL-E was stumped. What was this?
On the one hand, it was lying in a pile of garbage, apparently discarded, which theoretically made it 'trash'. But looking at it WALL-E couldn't believe that something this special could be simple refuse. But he wasn't prepared to classify it as 'not trash' either, because that would mean he'd have to put it down and not touch it anymore, and he didn't want that. He wanted to … take it. Take it back home, to his truck, of which he was now the sole occupant. But how could he?
WALL-E thought and thought and thought, until his circuits almost melted. His brain wasn't very advanced, but he was determined. And suddenly, everything became clear. It wasn't 'not trash', and it certainly wasn't 'trash', so it had to belong to another category. It was so obvious! It was…it was… 'extremely not trash'!
Satisfied, WALL-E gingerly closed his hand around the little sphere, unaware that he had just made a colossal leap in thought. Because, unbeknownst to the little Trash Compactor, his creators had another word for things that were 'extremely not trash'.
His creators called them 'beautiful'.