"Well it has been over a week, I don't see why I wouldn't be unless we employ complete morons!" He laughed, obviously not believing such a thing to be possible. Why would he? Why would anyone thing that when they had a lab that went into the ground for miles and so many empty office spaces? Wheatley was certainly gung ho about his position here, regurgitating propaganda as needed.

Even if he was just starting to realize what it was like to have autonomy. The evil laugh, the wanting to keep Chelldon, and his own ambitions were just the top of the iceberg. Where the rest of the iceberg was, Wheatley didn't know. Not there, most likely. Melted away. Seemed how iceberg protocol ought to be observed.

He'd ask Tyler later. Tyler knew all about protocols.

"It'll be fine. A little spark there, attraction here, should not be much of an issue." Hopefully.