Test Chamber 032: Repulsion Gel

[super_astute]

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?"

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[stubbornsubject.livejournal.com]

And Chelldon just listened and watched, it was truly pretty wonderful and he couldn't help but be take in by how lovely it all was. He could see a sky out the top window. A real life sky, not those fake ones they often trick him with and-- Suddenly a hand seized him and jerk reaction, he lashed out.

And accidentally punched Doctor Handy. Whoops.

Handy shook his head and groaned, not his first punch in the face today, adventure cores had punched him as well before dying a violent death on his table. "Ow! Careful! You're not meant to bring the subjects in here Wheatley!"

Was he insane? What was he doing here with that person?!

[super-astute.livejournal.com]

Wheatley wasn't bringing anyone anywhere. "Doctor, I've no arms or legs, I can't move on my own, so honestly, I hardly-- Oh! Chelldon! Bad human, no no, we're not meant to be here! What are you doing?!" Yes, yes. Wheatley had been so busy talking that he'd failed to notice that they were headed here rather than the break room for tea.

Oh, if he had a newspaper, he'd whack Chelldon on the nose with it and then teach the human to read. The way he filled out his personnel report made Wheatley firmly believe that he couldn't read. Or write.

Though, in all actuallity, the paper had just been fed into the scanner upside down and Wheatley hadn't realized that all he needed to do was flip it in his memory banks.

"So sorry, Dr. Doctor. Won't happen again and oooh, what are you working on?"

[stubbornsubject.livejournal.com]

"So sorry," Chelldon mimicked because if he seemed very damaged then usually people just sort of humoured him like they did when he came in with his potato clock and everyone told him he was genius, he was a clever boy and oh a portal gun as a gift from daddy, go along and play in the testing area. Unfortunate people rarely told him to go and play in the testing area any more, he just had to stand here and humour people.

Doctor Handy flailed to his feet and covered his nose, Chelldon was so insanely strong and scrawny, it made no sense! He was a scrawny thing too but he couldn't whomp someone that hard.

"I'm trying to dissect a subject here! Adventure killed another one," the doctor complained as he headed over to the table and double checked his subject was still indeed dead. Chelldon peered over and hmm, poor guy, hopefully his organs would be useful for science. "Need your card punched?"

He didn't want to be Wheatleys supervisor... but he was becoming it anyway.

[super-astute.livejournal.com]

"Punched? Hasn't there been enough punching? Your nose can't sustain any more damage and that's Chelldon's gun arm! And the arm he holds me and...oh...oh... You mean the paper. Yes. All excellents again, well. Except for following suggestions, there really ought to be a 'nearly excellent but jumped anyway and scared me to death' option. Though I suppose saying I was scared would be bad for morale. Also, death...mentioning death might be a very bad thing as I've just realized that I can, indeed, die."

Wheatley just kept on talking when the humans decided to ignore him. He didn't even noticed. The world of Wheatley surrounded around Wheatley.

"How did this Test Subject die? The wounds look superficial. Are humans that unresilient?"

[stubbornsubject.livejournal.com]

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?

[super-astute.livejournal.com]

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."