"Wall.E, what's this?" Fletcher called. The young Energy Vampire was staying with the Earthclasses while his parents were away, and had tagged along with his uncle to see his storage unit of treasures from his centuries alone on Earth. Wall.E loved sharing his collection, and Fletcher felt he would never tire of looking through the ancient odds and ends.
The yellow unit treaded to where Fletcher stood, examining the box that he held. It was made of thin, worn plastic, all of its labels illegible. Opening it revealed a faded machine similar to a book in size and shape, some neatly spooled (if dried and cracked) wires, and a crumbling paper manual.
"It's a video game console, I think," Wall.E appraised.
"Wow!" Fletcher peered into the relatively undisturbed packaging, "Is this really from the 22nd century? It doesn't look that bad!"
"Found it deep in a warehouse during a sandstorm," Wall.E explained, "There were hundreds piled around in stacks, but this one was in the best shape!"
Fletcher's eyeforms flashed. "Think it'd still work if we plugged it in?"
"Only one way to find out," Wall.E grinned, "Let's take it home. Better grab that box, too."
Fletcher lifted the container he pointed out, looking inside. "There are like three hundred games in here!"
"There might not be too many that'll fit in this, but it's worth a shot," Wall.E shrugged, "Anyway, if we can't set it up, your dad probably can."
"Do you mean... I can keep it?"
Wall.E nodded enthusiastically. "It's worthless sitting around here! You'll be able to put it to good use."