So I decided to rewrite my WALL•E parody with Jeanette as the titular robot and Simon as the love interest. I felt this way for three reasons:
First reason is it seemed really off for the roles I gave the two bespectacled chipmunks in SIM•N.
Second, Jeanette is shy and clumsy like WALL•E.
And third of all is both EVE and Simon goes through character development. Allow me to explain: Back in The Alvin Show, Simon was an intelligent yet flat out character that showed no emotions whatsoever, following Alvin regardless what the impulsive chipmunk did to still intelligent but possessing a very dry sense of humor as well as a keen wit rounded character in Alvin and the Chipmunks as well as in the movies, much like the character development for EVE. In WALL•E, the character EVE learns to embrace her "defects" by the end of the film while she had sentience at the beginning, she was forced to keep it hidden because of her directive. Her voice also evolves into something more feminine and emotional when it was originally robotic and distant.

Don't worry, I will not be deleting SIM•N, I just want to see if this will fair well enough for me to keep. If so, there will be a few differences in both stories, the first change quite obvious if you look at the third disclaimer, or if you bypassed it, than toward the middle if not bottom of the chapter.
Hmm, maybe I should make a game out of this and see how many of you spot the differences between this and SIM•N?

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DISCLAIMER

The Chipettes are a fictional group of anthropomorphic chipmunk singers as the female counterparts of The Chipmunks first appearing on the 1983 Alvin and the Chipmunks cartoon series which the American production company Bagdasarian Productions holds the right to the characters.

Luxor is a fictional character in the animated television series, Tutenstein, produced by Porchlight Entertainment for Discovery Kids based on the comic by Jay Stephens published in Oni Press' JetCat Clubhouse.

Earth, a world long forgotten, a once terrestrial beacon of life now scarred by its former inhabitants and their artificial leavings, now an impurity floating around in space, a ball of garbage so to speak. Such an ironically laughable thought that it's the only known habitable planet in the known universe, if anyone could've seen it now….

However, no one can or ever will again, now that it is by definition: devoid of life. An entire planet with absolute zero population, the former twelve billion inhabitants left their mark, or marks seen from space by new landscapes made entirely of garbage, if the atmosphere had any visibility that is. Even the air is subsequently thick from pollution and the landmasses are almost unrecognizable. Entire continents covered, reshaped, and transformed into a combination of tundra and desert like wastelands solely by plastic, paper, and metal waste, every city now giant junkyards buried by mountains or towers of trash if seen from afar.

Here, in the Buy N' Large Cleanup Sector NA-001, formerly known as New York City, it is barely what it used to be like by the people who lived here. The once mighty iconic buildings of downtown Manhattan now dwarfed or were buried by the even taller copious numbers of towers made entirely of trash cubes, thousands of feet high and stretching on for miles in all directions. The once water filled bays of the Hudson now dried up polluted valleys by the receded Atlantic. Old buildings and bridges mostly rusted and eroded away by the etchings of time, nature, and man's impact. Garbage and the howling volatile winds the only predominant feature present in the once recognizable metropolis but it's not the only thing in this hellhole.

A faint but clear chirping of music sounded, like a whisper in the winds of the dead city. In the distance, something moves amongst the heaps of trash, traversing the streets, a single living being.

Maybe it isn't so devoid of life...

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A lone anthropomorphic female chipmunk, or chipette, walked around the avenues of trash towers, strolling across the desolate littered streets carrying out her job, known as "directive." The sound of music emitted from the chipette's playable yet eroded and abused with slight static ancient cassette player gave the only sign of life in this place.

She stops near a small, ancient mobile compactor nearby, one of many around the sector, wielding a shovel in her gloved hands, begins scooping a pile after pile of the land's indefinite filth into the device, and activated it. The sound of its obsolete and worn hydraulics grinding does not silence the sound of upbeat music as it compresses the garbage into a cube echoes through the streets. The compactor opens and spits out a one by one meter cube of junk, weighing roughly fifty kilos. The chipette picks it up with practiced ease and carries it behind her back. Another life form, a medium sized, blue shorthaired feline that had relatively large pointed ears on its broad and moderately wedged shape head follows right behind her. The feline's legs slender in proportion to the body with fine bone structure, small ovals for paws and its long tail occasionally rubbed against the side of its lithe body. After some considerable climbing and carrying up a height of trash, the chipette finally stacks the cube along with others on the top of the trash tower.

The chipette pauses for a moment, leaning against the cubes trying to catch her breath from such labor. She wore a very old, ratty, and dirty coverall jumpsuit, its jean texture cloth coated with stains of dirt, dust, grime, sweat, oil, grease, and god-knew-what other impurities covered her and a royal blue turtleneck sweater with its sleeves rolled up under her overalls. Her name, Jeanette, barely readable on the similarly worn red patch explicitly roughly stitched on her left breast side, its letters "BNL" all but faded. She stood four feet nine and looked in her late teens. Her exposed areas of fur had a sun-bleached shade of light brown from the dust and unforgiving sun, her unruly messy chocolate brown hair held in a bun by a ribbon, the ends of it ties in a bow.

She looks back up to the cubes in front of her.

"Huh?" Something caught her attention, a shimmering object from one of the cubes. She grabs it, it doesn't budge, and she tries harder, grunting for more strength, still nothing. Yanking it with her feet on the cubes, pulling with all her might, the iridescent object finally breaks free with a sudden force that Jeanette falls flat on her back. She sits herself up and simply stared at the object she pried free, just a circular aluminum lid.

Malleable Metal? Lustrous gray? The chipette tosses the lid twice in the air and catches it in her hands.

Lightweight? Hmm . . . If I remember correctly from my lessons, this is part of the boron group of chemical elements known as aluminum. But . . . what exactly is this? She wondered how something so simple would make her work herself to know what it was, such curiosity she had.

"Luxor!" She whistles for her feline companion to come with her back down the one thousand meter or three hundred, nine thousand feet of trash tower in a spiraling makeshift ramp, slowly making her way smoothly but at unease at the sight of a long way down to the streets below.

The kind of cat I describe Luxor is based on the Abyssinian, a breed of domesticated cat that has many stories about its origins, often revolving around Ethiopia though the actual origins are unknown. Despite that, there are many sources that the Abyssinian breed is a few thousand years old and comes from Ancient Egypt as the cats resemble those in ancient painting. It is worth to note, however, that unlike in Tutenstein, Luxor will not be speaking in this story.

Like I've stated at the bottom of chapter five in SIM•N, I will be using the term "chipette" to refer a female chipmunk . . .