I remember when I
was watching WALL-E the first time I saw the repair ward.
I remember seeing the doors open and just these pristine white
walls with pen after pen lined up against the wall of defunct
machines.
Robots that didn't do what they were supposed to do.
Things that didn't fit what was normal, what was
expected.
Broken and dysfunctional, literally fenced in from the rest of
the world.
Imagine how awful that would feel, sitting there in your own
little pen,
Knowing that no one wanted you because you were different,
Because of something you yourself couldn't really
control.