NOTE: One of three request fics written for chobit001.
One day, a long time ago, a little robot named WALL-E woke up for the first time.
Another day, also a long time ago, another robot named EVE also woke up for the first time.
They were separated by untold trillions of light-years of space. They came from completely different environments. They bore little resemblance to each other. Neither one even had any idea that the other existed. In just about every way one could imagine, WALL-E and EVE were so separate that it seemed they were never meant to meet.
Yet somehow, meet they did.
A trail of white dots now flew across the depths of space, followed closely, lovingly, by a light of blue. The two little robots, WALL-E of white dots and EVE of blue light, had travelled across long and winding roads to reach this point, to be together. Now that they were, it was as if a picture once incomplete had finally been finished, and both could now understand so much more than either ever dreamed possible. Left, right, up, down, side to side, around and around…every direction imaginable, they danced it with such grace and precision any who watched would swear they were of one mind. White dots and blue light, swirling together in perfect harmony.
Against the dark glowing backdrop of stars and planets and suns, WALL-E and EVE created a tapestry of blue and white. In all his years of trash collecting and piling and more trash collecting, WALL-E had never imagined he would have a moment like this. He'd wished for one, constantly. Yet he'd never believed he could actually HAVE one. That was the sort of dream only the people in the television got to live, not lonely little worker-bots living out a daily grind as best they could. Somehow or other, though, that was exactly what was happening, and the little robot could not have been happier. EVE, meanwhile, could only think of how close she wanted to hold that little cube-with-wheels right then. For as long as she could remember, she had been a being of freedom, exploring the Earth once every year from an angle no one else could ever quite possess. It had meant so much to have that perspective, but the joy often turned to cold dead weight whenever she came back to the Axiom and realized she could not share it with anyone. Now she could. Now she had WALL-E, and she could not have happier.
So the two little robots, born trillions of miles apart in different bodies from different worlds unaware that the other was out there waiting for them, wove their feelings through the stars. White dots and blue light. Two threads, woven together.
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