In the early 22nd century, humanity left Earth en masse after pollution hit a staggering high, which rendered their planet uninhabitable. The journey through the stars was only meant to last as long as it would take for BnL's line of waste-processing robots and trash incinerators to clean their home from top to bottom and make it a safe, healthy place to live once again.

Seven centuries later, human beings had just begun to make the return trip, albeit severely out of touch with their roots due to how engrossed they'd been with the idyllic technology that they barely had to lift a finger for. Now, they had to relearn their most basic instincts, with the aid of the many, many robots aboard the Axiom that now lived alongside them, and work together to bring Earth back to its former glory... and to finish the job one little robot - the last functional one of his kind - had started all those centuries ago.

One particular robot was having trouble with their new duties, not knowing anything outside of their directive. Gathering trash was simple, but they lacked the capacities to keep it in one place without it coming apart, much to their chagrin; an emotion which was new to them, among others.

A chirped out 'yoo-hoo' pricked their auditory sensors, and they spun around to find the little robot in question who was practically their 'savior' of sorts; a Waste Allocation Load Lifter: Earth-Class - also known as WALL•E - roll up to them on his treads, his binocular-esque lenses shifting slightly as he caught a glimpse of their mishmash of trash. A curious 'whoa' then left him as he seemed to acknowledge their struggle, the little 'brows' on his eyes lifting slightly.

With a small whistle, he waved his servos as if to assure them that he could help out, then proceeded to scoop up a portion of it into his boxy compactor, let it briefly rumble around within his chassis, before it tumbled back out as a neatly-packed cube.

WALL•E couldn't help but gesture to it with a little 'ta-da', like he was trying to impress them.