"Mechanical infatuation spray," Wheatley said, matter-of-factly, hardly registering that he was being used like a security badge for Chelldon to move about the facility. Should the young man want, he could likely just...leave. It never occured to Wheatley. And it likely never would. Why would anyone want to leave when there were things to do? Important things.
For science!
Passing several startled technicians who just went about their own business like the tech monkeys they were, low wage scrubs that just kept their heads down so that they weren't called into the testing pool, they headed into the lab sector.
Doctor Handy did not look pleased. Wheatley didn't even notice, continuing to give away all of the secrets of what that specimen did to his android body.
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Date: 2012-05-04 08:17 pm (UTC)For science!
Passing several startled technicians who just went about their own business like the tech monkeys they were, low wage scrubs that just kept their heads down so that they weren't called into the testing pool, they headed into the lab sector.
Doctor Handy did not look pleased. Wheatley didn't even notice, continuing to give away all of the secrets of what that specimen did to his android body.