Angel: "Hey guys! Uh, yea, papa is waiting at the truck's front door waiting for Eve and Mo to come back, so in the meantime I'm the only one like, available."
Demonsion: "What can Eve and Mo be doing anyway?"
Angel: "I am really not sure, I wouldn't dare to ask either. And you are really fast on this chapter I see, barely a day and it's up already!"
Demonsion: "Hmm... Oh well, thanks to bob-e to be the first to review my story! I'm really grateful for that. And yea, I don't own Wall-E and any characters in the story, "ANGEL" by Natasha Bedingfield (if you haven't realised, was in the previous chapter) and a few elements that I may copy from other Wall-E fanfics in the future."
Angel: "Tsk... So much that you actually copy eh? Anyway, here's the next chapter!"
Chapter 3: Roaming
A.D. 2815
A thin and muscular captain emerged from the depths of Axiom. His physique was well built; even more built than Captain Reardon. Captain McCrea straightened his cap as he surveyed the growing colony. The land near the Axiom was clear of garbage already; thanks to the ten units of Wall-A's that the Engineering lab has created for this mass clean up. The solar panels of the Axiom have proved the ship utility to be a sufficient power source for the colony. And now in the Engineering lab a carbon converter was being created; four units in fact, just to counter the air pollution that Earth was facing. Things were looking so much better. It took nearly a millennium, but it was looking better.
Angel darted across the field, Wall-E could only watch from afar, he knew that plants were precious, and he could not afford to tread on it. However Eve saw that the whole family should be together, and she carried Wall-E (who immediately cubed up) and soared into the sky with Angel. The trio danced across the field, doing loops and spins as when as they liked it. The feeling of dancing was wonderful: A first time experience to Angel to fly with whom she was close to, a great experience for Eve who danced once with Wall-E, who was playing "Put On Your Sunday Clothes" on his little player. Angel recorded it, and sang it out loud in Axiom, which Eve thought was really magnificent singing from her daughter. All was peaceful, until…
"Clank!" went the arm of Wall-E.
Eve gasped and she zoomed down to examine the arm. Wall-E just looked at his dislocated part on the ground. Angel stopped singing, as her binocular-shaped LED eyes focused on the arm on the ground.
"Papa?" was all that Angel said.
***
In the Engineering lab, all was quiet. Wall-E tinkled around with his arm, examining its hinges and welded parts, while Eve typed on the Engineering input.
"Analyze all hardware."
Wall-E was gently placed on the table by Eve. Eve gave him a spark-kiss, which Wall-E responded with a squeeze on her hand (using his still intact arm).
"Analysis done. Further instructions?"
"Can hardware be reproduced to function exactly as original?" went Eve's input.
"Positive."
"Reproduce hardware. Is specimen needed in the process?" Wall-E was already tossing his defunct arm across the room to Angel, who tossed it back. Eve giggled at this sight.
"Specimen needed for further reference. Process will take five hours."
"Proceed."
Eve now hovered beside Wall-E. His parts were starting to be engineering at the table next to him. Wall-E tried reaching out for the shiny treads that were almost completed, but Eve stopped Wall-E. She had to replace this seven-century-old robot with parts that is manufactured in this century, just to prevent a "permanent deactivation" from ever occurring in the few centuries Eve planned to spend with Wall-E. As the couple shared a intimate moment with each other, Angel sneaked out of the Engineering lab and into the Axiom…