Wheatley actually took the time to consider that, which, in the end, was likely a truly lovely thing to do as he didn't just come right out with an affirmative answer but really, truly thought about it. Then again, thinking wasn't exactly Wheatley's strong suit. He was, after all, made specifically to be an intelligence dampener.

"You're absolutely the best one." He flicked the glass of one of the male Chelldon clones and frowned. "But why do you have extra bodies and they didn't make any more of me? Oh, I suppose I could be redownloaded into a sphere but-- Well, I had been nearly bloody useless!"

Technically, he still was.