[size=92]Okay, I was extremely bored and I’m a complete dork…
especially when it comes to fangirling… and story-writing mode + being an instant fan of Wall-E = this. A
random short story about the cutest little robot ever, who’s coming to cinemas in one year. And here it
is!
[i]Wall-E scooped up another pile of trash and began to crunch it up into smaller
pieces. The heat of the ancient sun beat hard upon his squat, grubby metal frame as the little robot worked.
Another day, another big set of garbage cubes. Not very likely to change in any way, but at least he was doing
something to occupy his lonely time on Earth.
He paused to let his robotic clamps rest, and stared
dismally at the various segments of trash scattered in front of him. 700 years of having to pick up this junk and
cement it all into cubes… his eyes clouded over as he remembered the days when robots like him were brand-new,
and were wanted to get the job done by all the humans on the planet. Some thought it was a crazy idea, getting
hundreds and thousands of robots to pick up all their own filth for them; others encouraged the plan deeply and
were glad that something was finally being done about it. But, thought poor Wall-E as he absent-mindedly twisted
piece of a cardboard box, shouldn’t those humans have not left their trash behind in the first place? He did not
want to sound hateful, but it was their own fault that Earth had become the dead planet it was now.
A dust
cloud slowly rumbled overhead, drifting over the sun and flickering lifelessly in the polluted sky. Wall-E gazed
up at this cloud for a fairly long time before thinking that, if clouds had feelings, this particular cloud would
feel exactly the same way he did. Once a common yet popular icon of Earth… and now nothing. Lonesome…
lifeless… forgotten.[/i]
Yeah… I’m pretty lame. 
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Great job! I loved reading it. 