Everything at Aperture had a place. Walter the rabbit lived in a green grass paddock with nuclear waste to eat. Wheatley had a little storage bin a few floors up from the Aperture Science Relaxation Center's trailers that Test Subjects resided in when not testing, or being tested on their ability to sustain long periods of forced relaxation. No matter. Wheatley's secondary job was maintaining life systems at the Aperture Science Relaxation Center, though he was sure it was punishment to have to be around smelly humans all the time.
Literally. All. The. Time. Androids didn't get very good vacation packages.
After dropping Chelldon off, Wheatley headed up to check in on their assigned doctor only to frown rather unhappily at the pool of blood surrounding his head. "Odd," he mused. "Usually blood and brains stays inside a human craniu-- OH! Oh, you're dead. Ha! I understand now. Oh, all right then, right, suicide... Not condusive to fill in my score card... Really could have waited couldn't you?"
Wheatley sighed. He'd go and find Doctor Handy instead.
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Date: 2012-05-03 12:25 pm (UTC)Literally. All. The. Time. Androids didn't get very good vacation packages.
After dropping Chelldon off, Wheatley headed up to check in on their assigned doctor only to frown rather unhappily at the pool of blood surrounding his head. "Odd," he mused. "Usually blood and brains stays inside a human craniu-- OH! Oh, you're dead. Ha! I understand now. Oh, all right then, right, suicide... Not condusive to fill in my score card... Really could have waited couldn't you?"
Wheatley sighed. He'd go and find Doctor Handy instead.