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.

EVE was lucky enough to know (and love) that dusty little robot; together, she and WALL•E made it their goal - their new directive - to pave the way forward. Everything was going smoothly at long last, and she couldn't be happier. Currently, she hovered near their makeshift home in WALL•E's shack of wonders, scanning for any further signs of plant growth after the reappearance of more and more saplings.

That is, until she heard another robot clunking up the hill towards her on their wheels. She had been better about not instinctively pointing her ion cannon at others, so instead she spun around to find... a robot who she'd vaguely recognized. They looked harmless, if not a little out of their depth, which was only fair given that many of the Axiom's robot crew had as much to learn about their new directives as the humans did.

She waved with a pleasant, airy electronic coo, the blue LED 'eyes' on her faceplate display briefly morphing into two upwardly curved lines, then floated down to meet them, while trying to pin down where she'd seen them before.

"Naaame?" her light synthetic voice requested.