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super_astute ([personal profile] super_astute) wrote2012-05-04 10:47 am

Test Chamber 032: Repulsion Gel

Wheatley did eventually make it back to Chelldon, though his form was a little less android like and a bit more spherical.  Tyler brought him in with a smile at Chelldon and the fantastic drawings he did around his room before he deposited the blue 'eyed' core in Chelldon's arms.

"Well?" Tyler asked, eyebrows arching.

"No, doesn't seem to...  I'm not, you can go now, get to work on fixing my bodies, just standing there like a lump won't do any good!"

The door opened and closed as Tyler exitted the Relaxation Chamber and Wheatley turned in his orbital socket towards Chelldon.  "Well then!  Who's excited to test today?"

[identity profile] stubbornsubject.livejournal.com 2012-05-04 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Handy just ticked very excellent on all of them again and offered it back to Chelldon, he knew the human didn't care and Wheatley would be thrilled but frankly, he could tell by that punch that very little got in Chelldons way and brain damaged or not, he probably did excellent.

"I have no idea how he died, Adventure core said something about being thrown across the room and into moon dust," Handy said with a grimace as he prodded the dead man. He was going to send a memo around, they really needed to warn the cores about that stuff.

Chelldon moved closer to have a look and see what the damage was, just so he could avoid it in future.

"Dead man?" Chelldon asked as he cocked his head to the side and while it sounded like a childish question on the simplicity of mortality that confused the poor brain damaged subject... it was actually a very interesting question because if he was dead, why were his fingers twitching and his chest rising?

[identity profile] super-astute.livejournal.com 2012-05-04 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Wheatley sighed and turned around in Chelldon's hands until he could look directly at the human. "Dead means no longer alive, Chelldon, don't interupt the man. He was telling us about Aventu--" But Wheatley, perhaps tracking Chelldon's eyes, realized that yes. Something was wrong.

"Err. Now, not to alarm you, doctor, but it appears as if your subject isn't exactly-- I'm not trying to tell you how to do your job and I am certainly not telling Adventure Core how to do his, however--"

The man actually groaned.

"But dead people don't generally groan."