Here’s a few unrelated snippets I wrote to songs for practice:
[b]WALL-E
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“A…” McCrea struggled to read the eroded letters carved into the side of the battered tin “…ti…time capsule?” He handled the small container curiously, and after several minutes of merely looking over the outside decorations depicting small bread-like circles covered in smaller colored pieces, he opened the lip gently.
The hallways were little more than a blur as EVE zoomed through them carrying WALL-E, running on instinct and vague memory to get them back to the lido deck. It was a miracle how rarely she had to slow and think about which direction she was heading.
She heard music; a song they’d danced too back on Earth, and soon the noises of a good dozen rejected robots following behind her at a speed they shouldn’t have been able to. The blare of alarms sounding continued to hum as their red shaded picture popped up on every monitor in sight.
All that mattered amidst the noise was the weight of a small, boxy, broken robot in her arms.
For 700 years, he’d been alone, continuing to do his mundane job each and every day, watching the same old movie surrounded by his collection every night. The more EVE heard of that story, the more she wondered how even somebody as cheery as WALL-E couldn’t be affected at all by that.
And that’s how she started noticing them; all telltale signs of the hardship he’d been through. Like how he didn’t like silence much at all, always listening to something (or preferably someone.) When she’d come home from her job around the Axiom colony, he’d look so dejected before seeing her.
But then he did see her.
And his eyes brightened instantly.
EVE wasn’t sure she knew everything to expect when it came to WALL-E, but she knew that he loved her, and she planned to be there to love him right back for the rest of their lives.
She hated him. She absolutely hated him. No. It was worse than that. She didn’t even notice him. They were the only two moving things on the planet (sans Hal) and she didn’t bat an eye at him.
Well, it could have been worse?
Right?
At least she stopped shooting at him after the first few encounters.
And she was still [i]here.[/i]
Time was time. A system set to be unchanging. Seconds were all the same. Minutes were all the same. Hours were all the same. A computer was programmed to see time at this level of simplicity. Whether it was an illusion or relative or any of that was not how humans set it, and therefore had no importance.
So why was it, now that WALL-E was in danger, time felt like it moved more quickly for EVE?
Humans were blurs. They rushed to and fro, only getting in her way. Stewards seemed to come at her at light speed. Her gun could never shoot fast enough. WALL-E was fading too quickly and she couldn't stand the mess of illogical feelings that somehow ruined her perception and made it all the more keen and in tune simultaneously.
She had to get out of here now. With him now. Now was impossible. She was in a different place than “out” right now. But still, it had to be [i]now.[/i]
