![]() ![]() One day WALL-E’s age-old routine is shattered. Tomorrow is another day: One of thousands since the last humans left the Earth and settled into orbit aboard gigantic spaceships that resemble spas for the fat and lazy. He wheels into his rest position, takes off his treads from his tired wheels and goes into sleep mode. But does WALL-E even know that? He comes home at night to a big storage area, where he has gathered a few treasures from his scavengings of the garbage and festooned them with Christmas lights. He - the story leaves no doubt about gender - scoops up trash, shovels it into his belly, compresses it into a square and climbs on his tractor treads and heads up a winding road to the top of his latest skyscraper, to place it neatly on the pile. This is WALL-E, the last of the functioning solar-powered robots. In all the land, only one creature stirs. A closer view reveals that the skyscrapers are all constructed out of garbage, neatly compacted into squares or bales and piled on top of one another. A city of skyscrapers rises up from the land. ![]()
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