Pokémon, but cultural invasion

"The latter part involves scenes from the Axiom spaceship, so we have to go to the Prism Tower in Miare to film them."

"The futuristic technological style at the top of the Prism Tower is perfect for our film, and the large and small floor-to-ceiling windows are also nice."

A-Che's ears twitched. What did he hear? Paid team-building trip!

"Miare City in the Carlos region is so enchanting. I've heard they're going to have some kind of 'urban redevelopment plan.' I hope it won't affect our trip."

After discussing the general plan for the filming, he was eager to share the good news with the members.

Ah Che suppressed his excitement and brought up a matter that had been on his mind.

"By the way, about the acting skills of Polygon."

"I racked my brains during the Chinese New Year and came up with a new idea, but I don't know if it will work."

"Oh? Tell me."

Quanshu plopped down in the director's chair, staring at the image that Ache had opened on the tablet—a 3D model of a garbage recycling bin.

"You're trying to awaken the emotions of the Porygonian, right? I think the most important thing to achieve that is immersive engagement."

"Just like us humans, we can only empathize with a character by putting ourselves in their shoes; otherwise, we'll just be looking at things through a fog."

Ache dragged the 3D model to rotate.

"The biggest advantage of the Polygon Type 2 is its ability to enter the digital space."

“We can build a stage on the internet exclusively for Multi-Beast, and let it truly experience the story as WALL-E.”

"Once the polygonal beasts become intelligent, they will naturally be able to act as well."

Quanshu's eyes lit up as he considered the feasibility of the plan.

Build a virtual scenario and let the polygonal beast participate in its virtual operation.

The scene doesn't need to be large, and the model doesn't need to be very detailed, because for Polygon, the digital space is also a reality in another sense.

"Good idea, worth a try."

Without hesitation, he sent a message to Calm Calculation.

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At Zvoich Estate, the Metagross creatures looked at each other in bewilderment.

The spring trees requested to use their computing power to create a working virtual space for a multi-faceted beast.

It's somewhat insulting to the elves to have a bunch of pseudo-gods running errands for some random roadside creature.

Moreover, he had more or less figured out their identities.

The New Year's gifts sent by Tingxiang were mostly for elves, with only a small portion being human food.

"Chief, what should we do?"

The leader glanced at Number 18: "What else can we do? You guys were having a great time eating those berries and snacks, weren't you?"

Daigo also told them where Iron Dumbbell went when it disappeared. Recently, it has been drawing comics under Izumi's guidance and has made quite a name for itself in just two months.

The community is united, and they are gratified that their descendants are forging their own paths.

Their creativity, which subtly breaks the constraints of the Metagross race, also alarms them.

"Get ready."

The Metagross creatures worked quickly, and by the afternoon they had built a virtual scene based on the script and a few pictures and models.

A magnetic network connects them together, and each Metagross is connected to a virtual circuit.

At this moment, the Metagross monsters are a single entity, and even more so, a self-aware supercomputer.

"Attention, the test subject has arrived..."

The virtual scenes they constructed could not be represented visually; they only provided the special senses of the digitized Polygons. Otherwise, even the Metagross would not be able to bear the weight of running a world.

The Porygon flew through the boundless blue space, following the data ports provided by the Spring Tree, and finally arrived at a completely unfamiliar place.

It had never seen this place before in the data space. Unlike the other lifeless data streams, this blue-green data module was pumping, as if it had a vigorous life force.

The moment the polygonal beast touched the blue module, the module unfolded into layers of boxes and placed it inside.

...

What kind of world is this?

Countless abandoned satellites float in orbit in outer space, obscuring the sky, which is always gray and the earth is shrouded in a pale yellow haze.

Looking around, there is not a trace of life or greenery. Compressed garbage is piled up into towers, taller than the rows of empty skyscrapers.

The polygonal beast drove on the asphalt road covered with a thick layer of sand, feeling like a stranger to itself.

First were two scarred mechanical arms; Polygon vaguely remembered that it didn't have hands.

Secondly, there were two tracks beneath it, each with four wheels of different sizes. In its vague memory, it seemed to be able to fly and had no legs.

Finally, there's the overall appearance: a square, rusty wasteland robot, with only the pair of telescope-like eyes on its head being somewhat cute.

This is absolutely wrong, because Polygonus remembers it as being very round, not so square.

But its doubts were quickly dispelled by the programmed memories of this mechanical body.

Faced with piles of garbage everywhere on the street, the Polygon's flip-top body automatically opened, and its two mechanical claws scooped up the garbage and stuffed it into its belly.

After being packed full, the bottom cover closes, and the rusty compression kit on its back roars as it squeezes inward, compressing the garbage inside into small square pieces.

The Porygon carried the square piece of trash a short distance and piled it up on a small mountain made up of hundreds of similar squares.

"Zi-"

More and more memories are being filled with the fantasy of garbage disposal work. WALL-E is in a daze. It feels like it's dreaming, or like it has been doing this kind of work day after day for a long time.

Sunset West Mountain.

There are no humans, no elves, not even the most trash-loving Grimer and tattered bags.

The collective disappearance of the producers would be fatal to other life forms on the planet.

It seemed that work time was over, and WALL-E stopped compressing trash and instead picked out a few favorite treasures to stuff into his belly.

Following the memory, the tracks started and drove away.

It walked home along the overpass, with orange robots of the same appearance on both sides of the road, all broken and scrap metal.

After a bumpy ride, Walina's little home, perched on a broken bridge, finally came into view.

It's called a home, but it's really just a large garbage recycling bin.

Unlike the outside, the recycling bins are neatly organized.

Walle pressed the switch, and the LED light strip lit up, illuminating its cozy little home.

It's clearly home, but why do I feel like I'm here for the first time?

It removed its tracks and hung them on the wall, patting the dust off its metal body.

The various strange and unusual items on the shelf are WALL-E's collection and his happiness.

Chapter 206 The Boy Picks Up a Polymorph

WALL-E plays a music cassette tape and sorts the treasures he brought home today.

A metal trash can lid, held above its head, is believed to be a hat.

strangeness.

WALL-E knew perfectly well that it was a trash can lid, so why did he mistake it for a hat?

A utensil that looks like both a fork and a spoon, a Rubik's Cube, a lighter...

One by one, the items were placed into the rotating shelves, and today's sorting activity went exceptionally smoothly.

WALL-E stepped out of the recovery pod, looked up at the endless, vast starry sky, and felt loneliness for the first time.

"Shhh~"

The strange sound of gravel hitting a metal surface came from afar, and a warning flashed in WALL-E's vision.

A sandstorm, blotting out the sky, roared through the world, completely breaking free from the constraints of vegetation and raising clouds of dust.

WALL-E quickly pulled up the hatch of the recovery bay, shutting out the danger.

The dimly lit recycling bin was quiet and safe.

It walked to the bottom shelf, which had been deliberately left empty, and tucked its limbs and head inside.

Finally, a robotic arm pushes the ground, shaking the suspended shelf.

"Squeak~ Squeak~"

The shelf is like a cradle, carrying WALL-E into his dreams.

After a strange day, its life as a junk robot begins.

Each morning, I spend ten minutes charging my solar-powered phone before starting my day's work.

Clean up the piles of garbage scattered throughout the city and compress them into small garbage cubes.

Then pile the trash blocks together to form a neat and orderly trash mountain.

Some garbage mountains soar into the clouds, exceeding the height of skyscrapers; others are low, resembling inconspicuous little mounds.

WALL-E diligently carried out the garbage disposal work, even though the machinery responsible for transporting and compressing the garbage had long since broken down, and even though he was the only machine left in the silent world.

Before sunset, carrying the treasures they found while cleaning up the trash, they returned to the recycling bin.

Work at sunrise, and rest at sunset.

Time seemed to be accelerated, and the years flowed by as if they were free.

The sun and moon revolve, and the stars shift and the constellations move.

WALL-E didn't feel anything was wrong, he just felt a little lonely.

It follows the predetermined path of the program, passing through day after day and night after night.

The solar panels unfolded and retracted, and the electricity level displayed on his chest rose and fell repeatedly.

The tracks beneath my feet were broken one after another, and the dark orange metal body was covered in new rust.

No, something's not right.

That day, WALL-E stopped on his way to the garbage mountain and instead walked down a street that had never been recorded or explored before.

WALL-E had a vague feeling that it had forgotten something important, and that it shouldn't be so lonely and miserable.

To be precise, what has been forgotten is not a thing, but a person, yet humanity has been absent from this planet for countless years.

WALL-E doesn't understand how he came to have any connection with people, but since he's forgotten them, he'll go find them and try to remember them again.

It headed out of the city.

...

"Leader, the subject has reacted abnormally."

The Metagross in charge of observation was bewildered. Why wasn't the Polygon following the prescribed route?

Its memory should have been blurred, and it should have been completely immersed in the robot WALL-E. How could it suddenly deviate from the programmed code?

"The guidance failed, and it cannot be stopped."

The leader decided, "Generate the terrain ahead, clear away all the paths behind the polygons, and squeeze out the resources."

From God's perspective, what lies ahead of WALL-E is nothingness, but as it moves forward, scenery "loads" onto it, and the land it passes over collapses and dissipates.

...

Fully armed and armed with his carefully selected treasures, WALL-E sets off in a certain direction.

It didn't know where the human was, nor did it know what to do.

Without the guidance of the program, everything ahead is unknown.

But WALL-E continued onward without hesitation; it had had enough of loneliness and days of being forgotten.

Sandstorms, hail, torrential rain... WALL-E hides in abandoned residential buildings, rusty cars, and under collapsed bridges.