Well that was all right because Wheatley happened to rather like brain damaged monkeys when they were Chelldon shaped. He rushed over, pushing a technician out of her chair and took it for himself. "Hm. Right then. Oh, look, password required. No problem. Aaaaa..a..." He got up to aabbz before he finally plugged himself in and interfaced with the machine instead. That made a bit easier to figure things out.

Well. Sort of.

Tyler rushed into the room three hours later and found Chelldon asleep and Wheatley still trying to crack the code. "There you are! You're still here, and-- Bloody 'ell, mate, do not connect to GLADoS if you want to stay yourself!"

"I... What?"

Tyler groaned. Maybe Wheatley was just immune.