Mission 024: Specimen 524

[super_astute]

The hiss of the elevator doors opening left Wheatley re-energized and he grinned back at Chelldon to offer encouragement.  "Go on then, there you go!  I know you're not that quick with those braces but you're doing well!"  Being cheerful and peppy, he'd read, made Test Subjects more compliant and better able to complete tasks.

And oh!  Oh, he really wanted to be the one to get that promotion to assembly duty next month!  The pay was the same -- ha, nothing! -- but he wouldn't have to follow humans around any longer!  He'd get some real world, practical experience!  Chelldon would understand.  Maybe he'd even make him a cake!

"Welcome to Chamber 24--"

"Yes, yes, we know, but thank yaaaooow!  You're kidding me!  A rabbit this time!?  Come on!

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[super-astute.livejournal.com]

"Now, now, don't be sad, Chelldon. Shirts are easily mended." Of course he didn't understand that Chelldon might like human interaction, or even additional biological intereactions. He didn't understand lonliness. There were all sorts of humans here, but unless they were staff or scientists or Cave Johnson, it was generally frowned upon for them to fraternize. It built up morale or something truly damaging to the human mind.

Wheatley tried smiling and ushered Chelldon up the stairs and into the elevator once more.

"On a scale of one to infinity plus one, how would you rate your interactions with Walter? One, of course, being 'horrifying' and infinity plus one being 'indescribable even for superior minds like yourself.'"

[stubbornsubject.livejournal.com]

Standing in the elevator beside Wheatley, he sighed and thought over how it was on such a daft scale. It was beyond Wheatleys understanding because the man didn't get it, he wasn't human and he didn't crave that sort of contact. Just like with the pub and other social interactions, Wheatley would not be a part of that world.

And, as much and Chelldon enjoyed the sound of it, he wouldn't either.

"You wouldn't understand," Was all he offered before he adjusted his portal gun and held it by the handle away from the trigger so it didn't accidentally go off and send them tumbling into an infinite loop of horror.

Flashing Wheatley a smile with no humour, he turned his head away. Telling the android he wouldn't understand made him oddly happy, it was nice to have something over him.

[super-astute.livejournal.com]

Wheatley's head was going to explode. Figuratively. It could only actually happen if he was introduced to something explosive, but then everyone's head would explode too. Everyone but probably Specimen 682. Oh, that thing was terrible. Played a very good game of chess, however.

No, he was getting too far off the subject. Wheatley fixated on the back of Chelldon's head before he cleared his throat and closed his eyes and tilted up his chin very arrogantly.

"Oh, I certainly understand but the scale is simply too immense for you to grasp properly. I'll put you down for a ten: still quite horrible." There was a click of confirmation and the elevator doors spread open. "I'd find it horrible to have my shirt eaten too. Well. No, likely not. It's just a shirt. Stop forming attachments over your clothing, Chelldon."