"You'd never believe it," Wheatley chatted on, "but Space Core use to absolutely hate space! I think someone told him that he'd never be allowed to go to space and he just got obsessed. Sort of like how you are with that wallpaper design you have going on in your Relaxation Center room." Pain was not a concept that Wheatley had because Wheatley had never experienced the potential of being lost due to corruption or the lack of bodies to be downloaded into.
It never occured to him to be afraid or to avoid risks. He just didn't quite understand death other than that the person would not be able to run tests or mark grades on his report sheets for filing.
When Chelldon stumbled, Wheatley blinked at him. Not in concern, just in a bit of awe. "Your long fall boots must be malfunctioning! Oh, they'll have my head if they're damaged! To the medic with you!"
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Date: 2012-05-03 07:01 pm (UTC)It never occured to him to be afraid or to avoid risks. He just didn't quite understand death other than that the person would not be able to run tests or mark grades on his report sheets for filing.
When Chelldon stumbled, Wheatley blinked at him. Not in concern, just in a bit of awe. "Your long fall boots must be malfunctioning! Oh, they'll have my head if they're damaged! To the medic with you!"