Wall-E: "Rrr..."
Demonsion: "NOOO!!! NOT MY PHYSICS NOTES!!! I NEED THEM FOR TOMORROW'S PAPER!!! STOP CUBING IT!!!"
Angel: "You have been away for over a month already! How are you going to explain your absence to the readers?"
Demonsion: "I swear, I swear I'm really, really stressed up by studies. It is hot as hell here and it is mad as hell over there. How to... NO! NO, NOT MY CHINESE NOTES!!! I WILL FAIL IF I DON'T STUDY TONIGHT!!!"
Eve: "Fail... Who cares?"
Demonsion: "No, NO!!! EVE, DON'T SHOOT THAT PILE!!! NO, DON'T TOUCH IT!!! ARRGH!!!"
Auto: "As usual Demonsion doesn't own any of us. Except for Angel. Now, if you excuse me, I have to zap his Chemistry notes..."
Angel: Chapter 7
Acceptance
It was already 15 years since Angel's creation. The golden disc of the sun is slowly setting over the field of green. Angel sighed. It has already been a month since she last saw Auto. She felt as she knew more about Auto, she gradually started to feel more melancholic. She imagined herself being the wheel of the ship, staring into nothing but stars every night; perhaps an occasional malfunctioning of one of the ship's part. What, she wondered, could have Auto thought about in those lonely nights?
The last time she saw Auto; he was blankly staring into the afternoon sun, aimlessly jabbing at the control panel. Immediately when the lift door open he spun around, unexpectedly cordial in greeting, as he slowly, and stiffly, embraced Angel, with two of his spokes. Angel hugged Auto back in response; that too was also a meeting after a month. When she looked into Auto's only eye, she saw much loneliness, oh hateful loneliness. While the rest of the robots became detached from the ship, his mind, his programming, his power source all depended on the 700-year-old ship. No one came to visit Auto, as most still vividly remember the time when they almost could not return to Earth permanently. No one bothered returning to the ship, it now only acted as a source of power, a mere monument of the past. Even TYP-O was given new wheels to go around the colony, doing his job as a scribe. No one was on board Axiom anymore. No one, but Auto.
Angel wept. Her mechanical squeaks and hiccups closely resembled what her mother could have sounded like if she were to cry too. Presently a hand rested on her shoulder. She spun around, expecting another pile of Axiom code to be translated into English. But no, it was her mother.
"Why... Cry... Angel?" Eve asked, in such a soft tone that one could have thought it a whisper.
"Mother, have you ever felt sad for Dad when you thought about his loneliness on Earth?" Angel asked, first in English, then in Axiom when she saw her mother confused expression.
"Definitely. I could never imagine staying under such conditions for more than a week. My job used to be that I come down to Earth every year to find a plant that was surviving. Every year, for 700 years, I found nothing. I got irritated and mad, even being on Earth for one week. I hated the dirt, the yellow air, and the sandstorms that came. But Wall-E stood for seven centuries against that suffering. Alone. Of course I felt sad for him." Eve beeped in Axiom, sometimes being interrupted with an occasional squeak in her voice. Angel realized that the squeaks were similar to hers.
"Even after coming onto the Axiom, he was still some sort of an outcast." Eve continued, "Everyone, including me, had shining metallic parts. Very rarely one had foreign contaminant, even if so it was really minor. Wall-E is the total opposite of nearly every robot on Axiom." Eve beeped, and sighed.
Angel looked towards the sunset. It was beautiful. Directly behind the mother-daughter duo was the Axiom. Angel thought, Auto would be able to see this too. She wondered if anyone would want to accept Auto back into their society. Her new birthday resolution: To get everyone to accept Auto and trust him, again.