"Brilliant! Haha! Show that nepotistic idiot that my Test Subject is far better than his little turrent template machines after all!" Wheatley was fantastically pleased by the results. Sure, he'd almost gotten shot, but this body was bullet proof, more or less. Had to be, if he was to be maintained in good condition. He could survive everything but incineration and even then, his AI could just be redownloaded and the doctor in charge docked the appropriate amount from his neck paycheck(s).
Hiding behind a mountain of fallen turrets, Wheatley gave Chelldon two thumbs up as a reward for being so bright today for a man suffering brain damage. Maybe he'd get him another shirt since the one from yesterday seemed to have motivated him to this level of magnificence!
"Now, you just need to survive to the other side. That means don't let them shoot you. One or two might be all right, but that would skew the scoring don't you think? Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to tease you about your poor damaged brain!"
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Date: 2012-05-03 04:51 pm (UTC)Hiding behind a mountain of fallen turrets, Wheatley gave Chelldon two thumbs up as a reward for being so bright today for a man suffering brain damage. Maybe he'd get him another shirt since the one from yesterday seemed to have motivated him to this level of magnificence!
"Now, you just need to survive to the other side. That means don't let them shoot you. One or two might be all right, but that would skew the scoring don't you think? Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to tease you about your poor damaged brain!"