Auto: "Good day fellow readers."
Angel: "Hi, Auto... (nuzzles up to him)"
Demonsion: "Oh quit fooling around you two. Can't you really adjust to the atmosphere now? M-O's cleaning systems were disrupted by the thinner that apparently VN-GO gave to him. Other than being drunk due to quite an amount of that liquid, he accidentally..."
Angel: "Yea, I know, "touched" my mother."
Demonsion: "Decency, Angel! We're in a T rated story, so keep those rated stuff out!"
Angel: "Whatever..."
Demonsion: "Listen to me you chipped metal!"
Angel: "Make me you blob!"
(Quarrel continues)
Auto: "While they're at it, the story continues. As usual Demonsion doesn't own me, Wall-E, Eve Probe, Microbe Obliterator, any other characters from the movie, "Angel" by Natasha Bedingfield. But he does own my dear Angel."
Chapter 5: Auto Alive
The red eye suddenly blinked to life. It looked around, not noticing the Eve probe like figure on the ground. Its first reaction…
"Captain…?"
"He's around the town center."
At this remotely familiar voice, Auto turned his eye to her. He focused into her, tilting his wheel at an angle directly above the robot. His red eye scanned the robot, analyzing this new presence. The young robot giggled at this sight, as her buttons started flashing red.
"Are you Eve Probe 1, 2, 3, 4 or 5?" Auto buzzed, finally speaking after a long moment of silence in calculation.
"Neither. Though my mother is Eve Probe 1."
Auto swiveled around the young robot.
"I trust that a Wall-E unit be your father then?"
"Yea. How'd you know, smart blinky?"
Auto flinched at this word. "Blinky"… The very last insult the captain gave him. He was merely trying to follow his directive… Speaking of directive… He turned around and punched a few buttons on the control panels. Angel followed the trail, swooning over her newfound "directive".
"Universal Positioning System initialized. Status: Earth."
"No!" Came a defeated reply.
Angel sensed something was wrong. She did the best thing she could do: Ask.
"What's… wrong?"
"Directive A113… Failed…" Auto replied dejectedly.
"Can't you… Create your own directive?" Came an innocent reply.
Creating a directive… No, it was never his decision to make. He was second in command, over all the systems aboard Axiom, over all the robots on Axiom. Those who commanded him can only be the captain, or the Global CEO. But all his directives from them were lost now, A113 went defunct after touching ground, his initial directive of auto-piloting the ship was gone too. Was it really possible to create his own directive…?
"By the way… What's your name…?" The bashful Angel suddenly asked, disrupting the thoughts of the autopilot.
"Auto."
"Auto… That's a nice name…"
"What are your designated code, name and directive?"
"I am ANGE-L, short for Audio-Communication Network Global Evaluator Leading Class, and my directive… Is to translate between Axiom and English primarily."
"Angel… That is a suitable sounding name for your directive. You currently seem to be on a non-designated routine. Is there a reason?"
"No." came the short and simple reply.
Auto was about ready to tick her off: His primary function was taken away from him and he had no one to order about. However, as illogical it may seem, Auto developed a sense of liking for the robot that is now giggling madly at herself. In his mind he was confused as why would a robot develop human emotions, not just only he himself but also the entire robotic colony.
"Auto! I just remembered I have to go! My mother is replacing my father's parts today and they will be worried sick about me. See you again!" Angel departed, but she turned back around, flew up to Auto's eye and spark-kissed him before going off, humming her favorite tune from "Angel".
Auto just stood there, dazed and amazed. He never felt so alive before! He swiveled around the bridge, thinking about the spark-kiss that Angel sent to him… But he stopped in his tracks, and his mind went into an array of confusion again.
It would take a while for Auto to appreciate the spark-kiss.