Chelldon just nodded, Wheatley always spoke to him a bit like he was a lost child with mental problems but really, sometimes he didn't grasp that Chelldon was humouring him. Any idiot knew protocol and what was against it-- frankly he wasn't going to complain, he was just going to be glad he got Wheatley instead of the other cores.

The more efficient and pro-killing cores who'd want him dead for a laugh.

The new shirt was nice, he kept the old one of course just for future reference, but the new one had a different logo on it, still Aperture but clearly they were updating their design... one would think they would have better things to do.

Following Wheatley silently, he was more or less waiting for the sight of his 'home'. Sleep sounded good actually.