Wheatley had a good look around at the turned over chairs and the fine layer of dust over the entire place. "Hm. Never been here," he admitted. "Whole thing looks pretty much sealed off. I wonder what happened, can't access the files--" He would have shrugged if he had shoulders. "I think we missed the android testing labs though, should be two floors up. Ooh, look at the buttons!"

If only he had fingers! This was a curse, an absolute curse. He wanted his limbs back. And he wanted his own pair of long fall boots. And he wanted to help test!

Maybe if he put in a work order for it, he could get it?

Oh, don't mind the sudden explosion of evil laughter, Chelldon. All perfectly normal. Perfectly routine.

"Err...just trying out my evil laughing receptors. Working ord--yes, in working order."