p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"For as long as I can remember, I have been grounded for 700 years and I still am. To make matters worse, Hal is my only company. He's my cockroach pet and the only friend I've ever had. Don't get me wrong, my brothers were very good friends to me, but, my parents were so strict, it's like there was just no pleasing them. I had to be very careful to follow the rules which is so overwhelming for a shy, sweet, timid, gentle and kind little robot with a big heart like me. Did I mention I'm a robot? I was made that way and I'm very proud of it. All my features are amazing. I have big, google eyes, a boxy-shaped body, shovel-like hands that are good for digging and scratching (which I can control very easily) and tank-like treads for feet. Don't worry. I do have legs. You just can't see them unless I'm lying in a certain position. Let me introduce myself. I'm WALL-E. In case you're too afraid to ask me my name, just look at my chest. My name is written right there. My whole brethren was built like that. Anyway, let me tell you about my directive. First, I thrust my shovel-like hands into the heaps of trash and scoop it into a compacting unit in my chest. Once full, I close the squeaky door of my front panel, shake a little and produce another perfect cube ready to be stacked. A directive, by the way, is what robots call "Jobs." It's a way to describe what we've been programmed to do. For example, I've been programmed to compact trash. Also, I'm dented, dirty and rusty from getting spanks by my parents. Once in awhile, I can still feel the pain, but, not very much. Anyway, I notice something stuck in the cube I just made. I pull it out. It's big and round and kind of heavy. I have no idea what it is, but, I do like it. Since it won't fit in my cooler, I put it in my compactor instead. Good thing I can control my powers! I have a cooler that I use to put my treasures in. Did I mention I love to collect treasures? That's why I'm different than my brethren. Not only does the garbage contain treasures for me, it also contains some of my toys that my parents have thrown away after I've been grounded. It's very sad, but, I have ways of dealing with it, like treasure hunting in the trash for instance. Seeing that the sun is setting, I decide it's time to go home. 1st, I turn off the music that was playing on a recording device on my chest. Then, I put my cooler on my back. Lastly, I turn around and call to Hal. He climbs up my arm and goes through my insides, which tickle my circuits! This makes me giggle! I stop laughing when he reaches my shoulder. Once we're all set, I set off down trash tower./p