Child of My Enemy
Chapter 1: Reactivation
132 years after the Axiom has landed
A robot's eye shot open, frantically scanning the room. Its eye's color tinted its entire world crimson. Why had it turned on? Who turned it on? Something had turned it on.
Not seeing anything so far, the wheel turned and came face to eye with what looked like a young EVE probe, although a number of oddities made the droid rethink its assumption
The face- or screen, rather- was normal, still black with blue eyes, although two long hair-like appendages hung from the sides of the head. They didn't seem natural, instead appearing metallic and twitchy. The shape of the body reminded the bot of a bucket. It had the hands of an EVE probe, but they were firmly connected to its sides. The base of it was flat and a small black track ball could be seen. A fine, fresh blue stripe ran horizontally across the center of its torso.
'Hiya!' the young robot said, speaking in a universal robotic code. Her voice was high and cheerful, and although it seemed friendly, something about it simply made the helm want her gone.
'Are you Extraterrestrial Vegetation Evaluator probe number 1, 2, 3, 4, or 5?' the wheel asked, its voice in deep monotone.
'Expa- wha?' the robot asked. She shook her head, seeming confused. 'No. My name's EVELYN! Not Expa- Extra-'
'Extraterrestrial Vegetation Evaluator, or EVE probe,' the older bot hastily interrupted her.
'EVE probe? Oh! You mean EVE! Mm-hm! She's my mommy!'
The wheel blinked. 'Not possible,' it mumbled. It turned and peered out the window. 'Robots do not have parents. It is not in their purpose.' The robot moved its gaze to 2 WALL-As cleaning the small clusters of garbage near the Axiom's base. He recalled what happened before his deactivation and decided to take a shot in the dark. 'I take it, that, if your mother is an EVE probe, then your father is a WALL-E unit?'
EVELYN nodded. That would explain the large show of personality.
'Name?' she asked the elder robot.
After about 4 seconds, the wheel answered. 'I was once the autopilot of this great ship. I kept things running smoothly for 700 years. My name is Auto.'