Mission 025: Live Weapons Testing

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Just after the contaiment breach was sealed and half of the surviving personnel were back on duty, Wheatley stopped down to check on Chelldon.  The morning's water cool chatter had been boring and besides, today he had something important to do.  Something that would make his name stand out!  Oh, sure, it helped that lots of people that might have stood in front of him got eaten or committed suicide when it looked like some evil other-dimension monster was going to poke their eyes out and use their skulls for planters...

But Wheatley didn't let that get him down!

Quite chuffed in fact, he arrived at Chelldon's room quite early with his morning rations and beamed at the Test Subject.  "Oh, have we got plans today!  You are going to LOVE this!"

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Chelldon might be upset but Wheatley was ecstatic! "Oh-ho-ho! Brilliant! Perfect! Well, almost perfect, you did leak on the test floor but other than that?! High marks across the board!" Wheatley jumped around once he was through the door and pulled Chelldon through the Aperture Science Emancipation Grill, effectively dissolving the bullet and cauterizing Chelldon's wound so that it would no longer bleed.

"Now how about we get that cake? And tea! Double tea. Dr. Stable isn't around to check us negatively on the bleeding so how about we keep that to ourselves, all right?"

He skipped and twirled and walked backwards into a large android consisting of just a personality core with legs. Very primitive.

"Hello Gary!" Wheatley said, good naturely, until the robot passed. "Horrible manners," he whispered to Chelldon. "Never smiles!"

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Chelldon had no idea what to think, he may no longer be bleeding but he was in pain still and their was promises of cake and Wheatley was skipping... it was all very jarring. He stuck beside the man was they navigated the hallway and passed the man/robot/core that Wheatley named Gary. He was sure that no matter how primitive Gary was, he was probably smarter than the Wheatley.

Everyone was smarter than Wheatley. Well, almost everything. Not the very bright yellowly dressed young man/android, in what seemed to be a astronaut helmet, that flew through the halls almost knocking Wheatley and himself over as he cried 'spaaaaaaace' loudly, whipping down the hallway.

Oh and there went the complimentary team of doctor. Ah the joys of a corrupted core, he really hoped Wheatley never got corrupted.

Or maybe he already was? Chelldon couldn't help giving Wheatley a sideways look.

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"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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He knew little of the other cores and despite Wheatley always telling him the ins and outs, he didn't believe half of what the man said because it made no sense half the time and when it did, he still doubted it because Wheatley didn't seem to get things like a normal person. Or even a corrupted core.

He was somewhere inbetween and instead of doing the rational, he always did the awkward.

Chelldon just wanted to lie down, now he had to trek all the way to the medics because he might accidentally harm the boots?-- Oh yeah, right, the equipment cost more than test subjects, he was entirely disposable.

He gripped his arm and wandered after Wheatley, not saying a word to him for once on purpose. He was not trusting that core if he said he designed somewhere again!

[super-astute.livejournal.com]

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!"

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Chelldon blinked then turned his head, frowning in the direction of the name Wheatley named Tyler. He didn't know what protocol procedure was but he found when it came to cores and subjects, it was wisest to listen to Wheatley because, frankly, he didn't do that well in social situations himself.

And he liked to avoid chatting and socialising.

He just nodded as requested. And nodded. And nodded some more because Wheatley didn't really specify how long he was meant to nod for and part of him was tempted to jump. But that didn't seem needed because he'd accidentally drawn attention.

"Oh look, Wheatley got a weirdy-brained one!"

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"Shh," Tyler said harshly. It wasn't usual for Test Subjects to know other cores unless they interacted but... Well Wheatley had accidentally tried to book Tyler's test chambers several times in the past and now Tyler's Test Subject happened to know his name. It was headache inducing.

"Hello," Wheatley said, sing songing. "He's not weirdy-brained. He's beat twenty-five test chambers! You probably haven't done more than one."

Oh. Oh... Oh Wheatley. He got a sudden feedback from inside the neural core of his network attachment. Oh, Tyler, why couldn't he had told him before he opened his mouth that the chubby human with him wasn't a Test Subject, but one of the security personnel?!

"I mean...looking good, chief. Very good. Slimmed down a bit-- In a good way!"