Post by vanessajoyce on Sept 1, 2008 9:40:22 GMT -5
As requested, here is the content from the "Irene Trimble" novelization. I'll post a chapter a week. Feel free to comment on what you liked, didn't like or mistakes you find in the content. (Remember, these books were written using the current screenplay as reference, so if changes happened in the final version of the film, the book content wouldn't reflect that.)
If you really like what you're reading, be sure to pick up a copy at your local bookstore.
Have fun! vj
If you really like what you're reading, be sure to pick up a copy at your local bookstore.
Have fun! vj
Prologue
In the fast regions of outer space, beyond the twinkling lights of a million stars, a murky, smog-covered Earth floats lonely and silent. The deepest oceans are all but dried and gone. What had once been blue sky is now a dust-choked brown that can still look almost golden when sunlight filters through it.
Beneath the thick atmosphere that surrounds the planet, mountains still rise up through the haze, and once-great cities filled with vacant, crumbling buildings share the landscape with towers of trash, neatly cubed and stacked as far as the eye can see. Only one thing moves along this bleak twenty-ninth-century skyline.
Day in and day out, for more than seven hundred years, he has worked to clean up the mess left by humankind. The scouring sands that sweep along the avenues seldom deter him as he thrusts his shovel-like hands into the heaps of trash and scoops it into the compacting unit in his chest. Once full, he closes the squeaky doors of his front panel, shakes a little, and produces yet another perfect cube ready to be stacked.
This is his direcctive.
It is what he was programmed to do.
His name is WALL-E: Waste Allocation Load Lifter, Earth class.
He is a robot.
He is dented, dirty, and rusted . . .
And he is about the change the entire world.
Chapter 1
"Chirrrp!" A little cockroach jumped happily onto WALL-E's shoulder. As the toxic winds began to pick up speed, WALL-E and his only companion motored bouncily toward home. WALL-E's treads were wearing thin, and the cockroach held on bravely as they crossed the rough terrain.
Over miles of desolate waste, WALL-E saw buildings and highways and rolled across the remains of broken bridges. Everything was branded with the same logo: BUY-N-LARGE. BnL had its stamp on everything. The megasuperstore had once overseen almost all operations on the planet.
As WALL-E hurried onward, he rolled over an old newspaper. TOO MUCH TRASH! EARTH COVERED! BnL CEO DECLARES GLOBAL EMERGENCY! the headlines proclaimed. WALL-E did not notice.
He passed a salvage yard full of other rusted WALL-E units, shut down long ago. The cockroach watched eagerly as WALL-E stopped to examine something of interest on one of the old units -- its treads.
The treads were thick bands of rubber, built to protect the WALL-E units' metalilic wheels like giant tires. This old unit's treads were in much better shape than WALL-E's.
WALL-E quickly switched his old pair for the newer ones as the cockroach chirped and jumped excitedly. Then, moving on, WALL-E felt the cockroach settling happily on his shoulder, enjoying the new, smoother ride.
WALL-E rolled past a BnL billboard, activating its holo-graphic message as he moved. The image buzzed to life. Several loudspeakers began broadcasting the chipper voice of a human announcer, recorded centuries ago.
"Too much garbage in your face?
There's plenty of space out in space!
BnL star liners leaving each day.
We'll clean up the mess while you're away!"
WALL-E headed across a bumpy freeway overpass, activating another ancient billboard. Through the smoggy haze, the image of a sparkling BnL star liner flashed onto the screen. Its happy passengers appeared to be enjoying all the amenities of a luxury cruise ship.
"The jewel of the BnL fleet: The Axiom!" the announcer's voice boomed. "Spend your five-year cruise in style . . ." But the people had been gone from Earth far longer than five years.
"The Axiom!' the voice exclaimed proudly. "Putting the 'star' in 'executive sar liner.'"
The wind was starting to howl now. WALL-E squinted and turned on a set of tiny windshield wipers to clean the lenses of his eyes. Looking across a bay that had dried up long ago, he saw a battered old BnL truck. WALL-E's spirits rose.
