NOTE: The third of three request 'fics written for chobit001.
Repairing malfunctioning robots had not been a priority on the Axiom. With so many OTHER robots operating normally, spending much time trying to fix the handful that didn't was more than a touch redundant. For that reason, the Rogue Robots that had been forcefully taken into the Repair Ward to be fixed wound up waiting there for a long, LONG time.
Then a most peculiar thing had happened.
A little yellow box on wheels had come into the Ward, the place that had become the entirety of the world to the robots trapped inside it, and set them free. He broke their chains, opened their door, and gave them a song. Each and every last robot could remember that song verbatim, whether it was BRL-A (an umbrella-bot who simply could not get itself to close), VAQ-M (a robo-vacuum with allergies), or HAN-S (a massage-o-matic with rage problems). It was their anthem, and in a strange way, that little box was their father, a figure under whom all the Rogues and Rejects could unite.
So the Rogue Robots had their freedom. They had an anthem. They had a father. They even had a little brother in MO, though MO preferred to think of himself as their BIG brother. After so long in the Repair Ward, such an expansion of existence was truly a blessing, and one that all the Rogues embraced openly. Yet as the inhabitants of the Axiom, people and machines alike, transitioned from life on board the gargantuan ship to that of the still-healing Earth, the Rogues all realized they were still missing something.
PR-T wanted someone she could gossip with.
VN-GO wanted someone who could appreciate his unique paintings.
HAN-S…well, HAN-S wanted someone who could give him a good scrap.
WALL-E was a true friend, and none of the Rogues would trade him for anything, but there were some things their "father" simply could not give them. One by one, however, each of the malfunctioning machines began to realize there was someone who could fill that void…someone who was as close to them as WALL-E.
She was a girl, she'd understand gossip.
She was curious and loved unique and pretty things.
She was as tough as tough could come, and could hold her own in a fight.
Yes, the Rogues all agreed. EVE would make a fine mother for their little family.
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