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WALL•E lay in bed with EVE, gazing at the fairy lights overhead. They were like little stars, sprinkling the room with a gentle glow. He snuggled up closer to her, their hands held. She traced circles into his 'palm'. He shifted his view to her face. He never lost sight of how beautiful she was. Every time he saw her was like the first.
Her recharging room on the Axiom used to be minimalist to the point of sensory deprivation. The only visible feature was blinding white. This changed when WALL•E gave her trinkets and gifts to decorate with, carefully selected for her. She even accepted his odd gift of a bone-shaped dog bowl mat. He used to think it was a fancy rug. It reminded them of the endangered species. Thankfully, cats and dogs still thrived on another starliner which recently returned to Earth.
"M-Meet doggy? Ca-Cat?" WALL•E asked with his rudimentary voice box.
EVE chuckled. "Affirmative. Many humans still enjoy watching footage of canines and felines, alongside various other 'pets'. 'Pet' is an archaic word meaning a domesticated animal that humans often kept in their homes for recreational and/or affectionate purposes. The lingering passion for pets, especially dogs and cats, means that the Axiom's crew is especially interested in greeting this new starliner - the Almitas. We may accompany them on their voyage."
"Yay!" WALL•E replied eloquently. He loved hearing EVE talk, even though he didn't understand everything she said. He'd sometimes ask her to speak in different languages so he could hear the eb and flow of each dialect. His favourite was French, which he found endlessly soothing. "Talk Fench?" he asked. "Please?" he added, remembering proper manners.
"Oui," she replied, and began reciting French poetry. WALL•E couldn't comprehend a word, but felt like he was floating on a cloud. As she talked, he somehow managed to nuzzle even closer. She draped an arm around him.
"Meaning?" he asked.
"This is a ballad of love," she replied. "It tells the story of a princess who fell in love with a commoner. Despite royal dissent, she recognised that his heart was worth more than the most coveted jewels and gold." WALL•E paused, his circuits pounding. He felt a buzzing cacophony of different feelings, leaving him unable to pinpoint one. "It's metaphorical," EVE said in response to his silence.
WALL•E squeezed his eyes shut, imagining himself in sleek Axiom tech. He opened them, and saw his worn-out body. If EVE chose her poem carefully, then she loved him anyway. Her words reached him like the sun's embrace. He closed his eyes peacefully, and drifted off.