Mission 025: Live Weapons Testing

[super_astute]

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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Wheatley was flustered. He's never had anyone other than himself and all of the rest of the people he knew, but only in his head, call him brilliant before. If he could cry, he might have done so. Instead, he sort of shut down for a moment, a whirring noise coming from inside of his skull before he powered back up with a grin.

"Of course I am! But it's brilliant that you've just discovered this. Bit slow for a human but with the brain damage I suppose you might well be the best yet! Then again, you are covered in chocolate...right. Okay, to be expected, given the lack of sanitisation devices in this room..."

Wheatley sighed.

"Oh, it's going to just smell awful tomorrow, I know it. And now look at you, all hyped up on sugar!"

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Chelldon was not sure to sugar and there was a reason why they didn't usually give test subjects sugar because Chelldon was bouncing on the ground, face covered in chocolate as he hummed to himself, clearly very pleased. Hey, his childhood had been stolen and all he'd done for ages now is run tests and sleep, having fun was one of those great privileges he didn't get to have.

And yet Wheatley was offering him all these changes.

"Test?" he chirped, cocking his head to the side, going into a test now was not only wrong but very bad and even someone like Wheatley should know that a bouncing chocolate covered man would not do well against robots and death machines.

But he didn't know what to do with all that energy.

[super-astute.livejournal.com]

"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--"

His eyebrows shot up and he got to his feet.

"What could it possibly hurt?"

Famous last words.