2015

All through WALL-E's work day, he would see nothing that went against the deep brown tint of his binocular lenses. Pure dismalness. Nothing would even move without his forcing it to. Save Hal, who many would later speculate was the reason he hadn't gone crazy after so long. They were wrong, though. Truthfully, he just never really noticed. He didn't know much else aside from the dull sky and mounds of trash.

Still, he'd get home every day, he'd see his collection of strange objects, and he'd start to feel. Something inside of him would emerge that made him think beyond the trash and the dull sky. When he tried to probe it, however, it felt incomplete. Eventually, he started to feel incomplete too. A fragment of whatever this was and whatever he was.

But... where was the rest?