EVE, WALL•E, and the other robots arrived at the Axiom, and made their way to the Repair Ward. Despite being docked on Earth, the ship was still busy — busier in fact, with robots and humans both starting to move the first supplies and equipment ashore as they began to explore, and consider how to re-colonize the world around them.
When they reached the Repair Ward though, EVE and the others found a line of dysfunctional robots stretching out its doors and down the corridor, with Steward-bots trying to keep order. Not only did a dusty Earth climate not agree with the Axiom's robots, who were used to cleaner environments — but no one had told these robots about the dust storms that periodically swept through the area. A number of battered, sand-blasted robots were still in line, having survived a storm a couple of days ago.
EVE stopped her group, and shook her head in frustration. She had not led them all this way simply to turn back, or wait for possibly days until they could get WALL•E into the ward's Diagnostics Lab. Even when they got WALL•E into the lab, EVE realized they would need space to analyze not only his old parts, but those of the other WALL•E units she had found as well.
This was all starting to seem like a daunting task to EVE. But that only made her more determined . . . even angry!
"Stay!" EVE told WALL•E and the other robots, as she flew off in search of another space onboard that might meet their needs.
In her past life as an Extra-terrestial Vegetation Evaluator, EVE had never spent much conscious time at all roaming the Axiom. She only knew a fraction of its spaces. She didn't even know whom to ask where a good space might be for her to take WALL•E.
For a moment, EVE began to think that life was so much easier when she was following clear, pre-planned directives! But that life now seemed so empty to her in comparison to the few days she had spent with WALL•E. No, there was no turning back for EVE, no giving up, no surrender. She wanted to share a wonderful love and future with WALL•E, and would settle for nothing less. EVE began to feel a marvelous new surge of determined energy as she flew along the Axiom's corridors.
She found herself emerging out onto the Lido Deck. EVE thought about going to the bridge and asking the Captain, so she made her way to the Bridge Elevator Lobby off the Lido Deck, and encountered the Typing-bot, still endlessly plodding away at his keyboard.
She was about to ask his permission to proceed to the bridge, when EVE paused and thought, out of the blue again, to just ask Typing-bot if he knew of any suitable spare engineering workshop spaces. So she beeped her question to him in Axiom code.
In his centuries of work in that one room, at that one keyboard, no one had ever before asked Typing-bot his opinion on anything. Yet he was tied, literally, into all the ship's systems.
In his plodding way, he asked EVE what she wanted to do. It took ages for Typing-bot to even beep a simple question, but EVE was patient.
EVE chirped back that she wanted a space where she could analyze and repair WALL•E, as he had lost his memory.
Did she mean the little robot who once did this at him, Typing-bot asked through slow beeps and waving, as he just didn't know what to call it.
Yes, she beeped back.
At that, the Typing-bot slowly hit a few keys on his keyboard. He pointed to a screen next to him showing EVE that he was assigning her exclusive use of the Axiom's best diagnostics center down in Engineering.
He hit a few more keys. Words appeared along the bottom of the screen, saying simply, "Thank you WALL•E."
Seeing this, EVE became tearfully grateful and squealed with joy. She slowly approached Typing-bot so as not to startle him, and reached out and gave Typing-bot his first hug. Initially, as with WALL•E's waving, Typing-bot did not know what to make of EVE's hug. But in his own way, it warmed him.
EVE beeped again, expressing her gratitude and asking Typing-bot if there was anything she could ever do for him.
Typing-bot paused, and then slowly beeped back to just bring WALL•E by when he was better.
As EVE turned to depart, Typing-bot beeped again, asking her to wait as he pecked at some more keys. Two Steward-bots showed up with "PRIORITY ASSISTANT / ESCORT" written on their screens.
EVE turned to Typing-bot to see him happily waving. She waved back at him as she departed, leading the Steward-bots back to where she had left WALL•E and the others.
When EVE returned with the Steward-bots, the others cowered in fear — except for the new WALL•E, who didn't know any better. She quickly reassured them through beeps that they had nothing to worry about, that the Steward-bots were assigned to help them. The other robots looked at each other confused, but EVE didn't want to take the time to explain. She was eager to get started.
EVE directed the Steward-bots to fetch a hover transport. As WALL•E couldn't hover, it would be a quicker way to get him to Engineering, she reasoned. They soon returned with the transport, and EVE lifted WALL•E onboard, directing him to stay put. Realizing he might appreciate it, EVE invited M-O to sit in the transport's driver's seat, normally reserved for GO-4 units. M-O hopped in, beeping with delight and pride!
EVE beeped at the Steward-bots, instructing them to take her group to the Engineering Lab. Still amazed at this V.I.P. treatment after battling the Steward-bots as enemies only four days before; the other robots hovered behind as EVE, WALL•E and M-O departed aboard the transport, with the Steward-bots leading the way towards Engineering.
Navigating along the service corridors, and through the ship's Engine Rooms with their massive power units — EVE's group arrived at the main Engineering Diagnostics Lab as its wide doors slid open. Inside, they encountered an incredible array of gleaming tables, robot arms, scanning equipment, even assembly units capable of manufacturing any components imaginable. Neither EVE nor the other robots had ever been here before, or could have even imagined of being granted access to such an important space. But now, it was all theirs.
EVE looked around the room with a happy, purposeful satisfaction. Her goal of bringing WALL•E back, which once seemed so distant, now began to feel within her reach.
Ready to get down to work, EVE lifted WALL•E off the transport and over to a scanning table, where she once again told him to, "Stay."
She directed PR-T and the others to ensure that WALL•E stayed put, and then instructed the Steward-bots and M-O in the transport to follow her back out of the ship to where she'd found the other WALL•E units. Having a transport would make the job of moving the dead WALL•Es she wanted go so much faster, EVE marveled.
Arriving back at the trash pile where the other WALL•Es were, EVE quickly picked out two of the best WALL•Es she'd found earlier, and lifted them onto the transport. She then quickly beeped at M-O to come back with the Steward-bots and pick up two more WALL•Es that she was pointing to, adding that he was in charge. M-O was never so happy in his life at hearing that, and beeped so excitedly that he was stuttering even worse than usual!
EVE was now realizing how to thank her robot friends — simply allowing them to share in the growing sense of purpose and excitement she was feeling at the prospect of actually being able to bring WALL•E back.
With the first two extra WALL•E units safely on the transport and tied down with energy bands, EVE and M-O drove the transport back to the Axiom and the Engineering Lab. With their sirens sounding, the Steward-bots cleared the way for them along the ship's crowded corridors.
There was a lot of work ahead, EVE realized, and her practical subroutines cautioned her that success was not assured.
But EVE couldn't help letting out an audible, almost triumphant, "Yes!" as she and M-O zipped down the final few corridors to Engineering on the transport.
Watch out, WALL•E, EVE thought. Here I come!
