Luckily, Chelldon had no choice in the matter and also, Wheatley liked the silent treatment. If there were no complaints, he was doing his job. Even if there were complaints, he was still doing his job, just with a Test Subject prone to complaining. So, not an issue actually.

Humming to himself, some form of smooth jazz, Wheatley got Chelldon to the medics -- all mechanical, all trying desperately to repair turrets and wall panels and other equipment damaged in yesterday's attack.

"Oh," Wheatley said, suddenly freezing when he saw a fellow core and his Test Subject waiting in line. "Oh, on, not Tyler," Wheatley whined. "Just nod and smile, nod and smile, or we'll be caught up in protocol procedures all afternoon!"