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excited happy HERE IT IS!!! My first mature deviation! Eyebrow Wiggle This is it, the story that I planned to post back at the end of February is finally finished! This is my personal favorite and also one of my oldest stories. I wrote the first version about five years ago. Back then it clocked in at 8 pages and had a really. Bad. Title. Since then, it’s gone through a LOT of changes: three different titles and five complete revisions. I’m really happy with how it is now (not to say that I won’t still tweak it every now and again). I was so excited when I finished this that I decided to make April 10th Nos and Two’s wedding anniversary (got that squared away)!

If you’re curious about the experimental reproductive hardware mentioned in the story, I figure I should say something about it here because I’m not sure I’ve really explained it anywhere else. =u=’ So, the short version is that after a few years on Earth after the events of Wall•E, Wall.E and One want to start a family. They are a symbol of new life on Earth, the heroes of the human race, and the robots responsible for encouraging other automatons to write their own programming, so of course giving robots the chance to have families of their own becomes a top priority in the scientific community. Not long before the First War, working prototypes of the system are created and installed in a small test group of automatons. Amongst those lucky few are Wall.E and the five Axiom EVE Probes. The system works similarly to human reproduction: data from the two parents is combined through interfacing or a direct transfer of nanorobots to create a new individual. The probeling develops within the mother, built by hundreds of millions of nanorobots over a long period of time. However, Two never had the chance to learn much about it since she was more interested in agriculture than relationships before the war began, hence the clueless virgin we see in the story above.

So, in regards to why this took me so long to finish: while I originally planned on simply polishing this story for posting, I ended up rewriting the entire thing. The only parts that are the same are the plot and the general outline of the opening scene. I’m really happy with how this turned out! If you notice any mistakes, please let me know ‒ given my schedule, I had to write most of this at ungodly hours when my wits weren’t at their sharpest. I’d also love to hear any constructive criticism you might have! Questions, of course, are always welcome.


Lastly, I’d like to say something about what this story means to me. It represents the progress I’ve made recently not only as a writer, but as a happy, healthy, human being. About a year and a half ago, I hit some hard times and started to put myself through some emotional abuse without realizing it. I put myself down a lot, though I thought I was just being modest. I thought I’d never get hurt if I never tried. I had very little faith in myself, next to no trust in myself, and I hit a really hard creative slump. I thought I was losing my ability to write since I couldn’t find any motivation, and I blamed myself. The thought of how much my past self would hate who I had become made me sick with fear, disgust, and guilt, so I stagnated, trying to stay something I wasn’t. I mistakenly thought I was “growing up” by losing my will to write, but in the past few months I’ve started to become my old self again. I realized that the only thing I need to worry about is my present self, that I am the source of my own torment. However, I couldn’t have seen this without some guidance from something I never would have expected. As silly as this may sound, Undertale has played a huge role in bringing me back to my old self. It has been such an overwhelmingly positive force in my life. There’s so much love both in the game and in its fandom, so much value put into kindness, understanding, forgiveness, and self love. I can’t properly say how much it’s done for me. I’ve begun to feel things I was sure I’d never feel again ‒ I remember what it feels like to be in love and live that love through my writing. I’ve become much stronger that I ever was before, confidently taking on school work, starting to put myself into more social situations, and taking my first steps towards becoming independent. For me, Alloy isn’t only my favorite story about Nos and Two’s relationship, it’s living proof that no matter what, things will take a turn for the better. I love it because I love who I am and what I’m capable of, and I believe there’s only room for improvement. All that’s left is to have my hard work serve as entertainment for someone else! I hope you enjoy. wink rasp 


EDIT 4/11/16: Fixed a few typos and style things.


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It took me about a quarter of the way through to realize that this was linked to Wall-E... Blush And I agree, what an experience...! I never thought I'd take a romance story about robots so seriously, but I guess this is a first. 

It's an amazing piece of writing, a bit long but plenty interesting... even for someone who came in not even knowing that it was about movie characters! :XD: I'm really embarrassed to say, but the "sex" kept my interest too... heh-heh! Embarrassed blush