When they had first met, he had been a dirty, rusty little cube and she had been as pristine as a pearl.
Time passed. Days, then months, then years, then decades, then centuries. He continued to rust and age, losing the last flecks of his yellow paint completely until his body was a brownish-gray from head to tread. If one were to look close enough, they could even see beneath his metal plates. She began to gray as well, the shimmering sheen that had once marked her as something new and exotic dulling into nonexistence. The pure white that formed her body gradually darkened into a bland silver, the electric seams that composed her magnetic s
There was music.
The first thing WALL-E noticed was that there was music. It was faint, all but indistinguishable from static, but it was there without a doubt.
Everything else was blurry. Darkness and swirls of color, but none of it made sense. It felt like walking through an ocean of molasses, sticky and rough, sweet and alluring. Part of it was dragging him, trying to hold on to him.
It didn't make sense to WALL-E, but it never felt like something to question...only something to be lost in. Lost...lost...lost.
There was still music, though.
It was beginning to feel clearer. Humming...someone was humming. Yes. A tune he knew he recogni