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A warning sound went off, disturbing the silence of the truck's dark interior. Wally's pacemaker flashed red from underneath her quilt, reading: "WARNING! CHARGE LOW!"
Wally moaned, stirring in her hammock. Her eyelids felt like they weighed a thousand pounds. She tried to move, but just fell out of the hammock, crashing to the metal floor with a resounding thud. Still half asleep, she tried to figure out where exactly it is she landed in the dark room. Not fully conscious enough to remember her detached prosthetic arm, she tried to push herself up with both arms, only to fall forward on her face.
"This is gonna be a bad day…" She groaned into the cold floor.
Feeling her way across the floor, she miraculously enough was able to find the lever to the ramp. Using her body weight, she pulled it down only to be met by a sudden unpleasant sensation stabbing her eyes. The suns rays poured in blinding her, followed by the sting of cold wind against her bound chest, and the loud roar of the ramp still lowering. At least she was up now and could charge her pacemaker.
She didn't fully remember why she had one to begin with. But long ago she knew some people's bodies didn't work properly, and often hearts had to be either bio-mechanically repaired or replaced with prosthetics. As long as she could remember, she's had this heavy device implanted above her breast that kept her heart running. All she had to do was keep it charged and she'd stay alive.
Now outside, Wally flipped open a control panel to the truck as she held a long cable attached to her pacemaker. In one fluid movement she plugged it in, and the generator activated from the new plugged device, transferring energy from solar panels mounted on her truck's roof, and in an instant, the electrical charge zapped her awake. Now fully conscious and charged, she shook off the last bits of sleep and walked back inside to prepare for the day.
It'd been the same thing for 18 years, but it's the only thing she could really do. It gave her a sort of purpose. But she could use a little more humans to talk to, or at least a new routine. Remembering the film from last night, she shrugged off her thoughts of that possibility, her life as a garbage girl is probably all she'll ever know.
She'd zoned out so much she accidentally stepped on Hal's tail.
Hal yelped loudly and the noise caused her to scream shrilly in surprise. Once her pacemaker settled down, she leaned down to him, cooing and apologizing. He seemed alright though. Wally found him as a starving puppy, wondering through the trash mountains. He'd been badly cut up by various sharp objects, and she'd only barely saved him from a landslide. Hal was on his name tag. She took him home, and they became nearly inseparable. Like everything else she found, she'd been very curious about him. Hal turned out to be the same.
She pointed to Hal, and then to the spot behind him, "Stay." She commanded with a stern look. Hal does so and Wally seemed satisfied, "Good boy!" She took the opportunity to coo and fawn over him again as his tail thumped wildly on the ground. Suited up, she tussled Hal on the head, supply bag and shovels in hand, before walking off to work.
Scoop, shovel, compact. Scoop, shovel, compact. Scoop, Shovel, Compact.
She's not gonna lie, when she wasn't finding new knickknacks, her job was incredible boring. Now at a new spot in town, she shoveled pile after pile of trash into one of the many hydraulic compactors throughout the city. She made as many as 10 cubes a minute, and was ready to make another tower who would eventually join his friends as another monumental skyscraper.
Occasionally, Wally would come across something to add to her bag. One particular item she found she examined with complete bafflement. An article of clothing she didn't recall, a thin strip of cloth with two large sphere-like cups attached to it.
"Hmm..." She slowly examined it for a good second, bringing them close and… over her eyes.
"Whoa!" She took the garment off her face and tossed it into her bag. She decided it would make a neat hat.
Later she found even more interesting devices, one that made distant chirping sounds from somewhere, one with a bouncing ball on a string that hit her in the face, and a foam displacement device that knocked her off her feet!
The day dragged on as cube after cube and item after item were stacked away. Wally didn't interrupt this routine all while she worked, until she found a large refrigerator in her path of shoveling.
Wally tried opening it, but It wouldn't budge. So she opened her mechanical to it's tool compartment and pulled out a tiny silver cylinder. Pushing a button, a red beam cut through the fridge door like a warm knife through butter. The fridge's door fell off, revealing something Wally had never seen before.
Small. Green. Biological. Wally looked at it, focusing her eyes on the unfamiliar object. It was a plant, a simple weed.
She decided it looked cute.
"Oooooh!" her curiosity peaked as she took in the small thing. It looked so frail, so insignificant, but so alive. A tiny bright thing contrasting the ugly brown world around it. It was nothing like any objects she'd ever found before. She felt it was something special, like Hal; something to look after.
She carefully scooped up the plant, and placed it in an old shoe she found earlier. She wiped off a spec of dirt from it, looking at the tiny thing sweetly, it looked, "Beautiful." She thought.
Later that afternoon, Wally called it a day. Having found a few more objects to add to her collection, she made her way home, her mind still on the plant she'd found. She thought back to the word she used to describe it, beautiful. It truly was something different. But why, she couldn't figure out.
Lost in her thoughts as she reached for the lever, something caught her eye.
Next chapter will be Eve-n, and the chapter after that will be official interaction with him
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