Literature
WALL-E: Moved By You
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