Enemy
For seven hundred years, AUTO had controlled the Axiom. In that time, there had been no instances of violence. No outbursts of anger. Nothing. Everything was tranquil, calm, and well-ordered. Perfection. With each successive Captain, AUTO's control of that world grew, and so the tranquility and perfection was preserved. A ship in a bottle, untouchable and unharmed.
Then HE came.
At first, AUTO did not recognize him as a threat. An abnormality, to be certain, and that was trouble enough on its own, but not a threat. Yet soon, the computerized pilot came to see the Earth robot-an inferior model of the Waste Allocator Load Lifters employed on the Axiom-for what he truly was. Everywhere the rusted little cube went, disaster followed. Robots who had done their jobs diligently for centuries now without fail became distracted and disorderly: a Microbe Obliterator abandoned its post in pursuit of the WALL-E, meeting the WALL-E caused the Typing-Bot to become obssessed with waving, the Repair Ward was brought to ruin by the WALL-E...even the Captain was not immune. The cube managed to give the delusion of a homecoming to the Captain, a delusion AUTO could not rid the man of no matter how hard he tried.
The WALL-E was not just an abnormality. He was an enemy. A virus plaguing the perfect world AUTO had worked seven hundred years to create, infecting every corner with foolish notions and malfunctions. He had taken the Axiom and turned it into a kindom of chaos. The robotic wheel would not lose its tranquil Axiom, not while it still had the power to fix the problem. The infected would have to be taken care of, obviously, but that would not be enough. Nor would getting rid of the plant restore order in and of itself either. No, there was only one way to truly cure the Axiom of its disease and restore it to its proper working order.
The WALL-E had to be destroyed.
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