"I haven't had time to come up with a new test," Wheatley complained before going silent for almost two full minutes, eyes glazed over and streams of light bashing around across the lenses as he computed whatever interface with GLADoS he was currently working on. "Oh." Now that was worrying. "Well there are two specimen tests currently on lock down due to containment breach but--"
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Date: 2012-05-04 12:11 am (UTC)His eyebrows shot up and he got to his feet.
"What could it possibly hurt?"
Famous last words.