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So if you got out of space then where is. Wheres spacey. Wheatley. Wheatley wheres our baby boy Spacey Core. WHEATLEY. WHEATLEY WHERE IS OUR SON-

❝ Bloody well left him up there, didn't I? ❞

Wheatley sighs, abandoning the box he'd been absolutely dessecrating and sinking to the floor instead. It wasn't like his fruitless searches for equipment were exactly helping-- it wasn't like he'd exactly expected them to. He just needed something, anything to do do with the hands he'd so rapidly found himself possessing, something to stave off the guilt he was denying letting himself even feel.

For some reason-for some, inexplicable, unexplainable reason, he felt bad about the fact he'd abandoned practically the only being he'd ever be willing to call a friend.

Like he felt bad about the other time he'd abandoned practically the only being he'd ever been willing to call a friend.

He wasn't quite sure why.

Perhaps it was the fact he saw himself in that small, annoying, infuriating core- perhaps it was that he regretted the silence that had become a precursor to this abandonment-- the issue with your voice box eventually fritzing out from overuse, Wheatley had discovered some years into his exile, was there was no way to say your voice box had fritzed out due to overuse. Or apologise. Or hold a meaningful conversation or initiate another round of I-Spy or any of the things that had been keeping him somewhat sane that entire time.

He hadn't even been able to say goodbye.

❝ Buggering idiot probably doesn't care. I mean-- he's in space. Seems like a dream come true for him, still. Me? No, thank you, mate. Fear of heights not exactly helped by all that, I'm sure you'll be glad to learn. Worse, actually. Waaay worse. Not having a floor, or, uh, gravity, or anything, I've found, just makes the whole 'being several hundreds and thousands of lightyears away from what you think of as the direction called down' shebang so much scarier. ❞

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THERE GOES EVERY BIT OF FLUFF I WAS EVER GOING TO GIVE YOU HUH FELIX

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"Woah...! You're a robot? That's so cool!!" "...What kind of robot are you?" -Voyager @the-glitchy-voyager

❝ Eeeeyyeeeeeahhhhh... eh. Hehm. ❞

WHEATLEY INSPECTS HIS NEWFOUND HANDS, AS IF EXPECTING THE ANSWER TO BE PRINTED ON THEM.

❝ Well, first of all, thank you, I completely agree, we are very cool- well, I am, at least. Can't exactly go around saying that for all robots, now can I?

Point is, I'm honestly still not sure what kind. Well, I did know, but I've kind of-- had to change bodies. Very fast. And I didn't exactly have time to check, like, qualifications or serial numbers or any par of it, so-- em, consider 'what kind of robot I am' to still be-- let's leave that one on the table for the moment, alright? Come back to it. How about that? ❞

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Wetleyyyyyy! :D

❝ Aaaand we're really gettin' further away here. 'Least you got the 't', that bit matters, but the rest? Nah. You need more 'hh' in there, love. And 'aa'. ❞

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*gives Wheatley a kiss*

❝ Oh! Huh. Wow. Another one, eh? I'm gonna have to start keepin' count of all of you at this rate. ❞

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Can I kiss the Wheatley

Mwah mwah

❝ Yeah- uh- 'course! 'Course you can. Heh. Kiss away! I, uh, don't know quite where you'd wanna do that, but I don't really mind! Open for kissing, that's me. ❞

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THE SON IS HERE

❝ It is? ❞

WHEATLEY LIFTS HIS HEAD TO CHECK, ACTING LIKE THE SEVERAL HUNDERED CEILINGS BETWEEN HIM AND THE SURFACE MIGHT HAVE SOMEHOW VANISHED IN THIS TIME.

It was perhaps a viable fear- after all, Cave Johnson's architecture left much to be admired. Still, the storage room seemed just as dark and dismal as it had when he'd entered.

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Hey Wheatley how was space?

❝ Large. Vast. Huge. Insurmountable. Immeasurable. Collossal. The kind of mind-bogglingly big that makes you forget about being you and forget about ever having been you, let alone the measure of time or-- however much battery you have left. ❞

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Wheatley, are you okay? ~ Kokichi @the-not-so-portal-3

❝ It's uh, it's goin'! Really hanging in there right now. Juuust peachy. ❞

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WHEETABIX

❝ Okaaaay, and we are- we are getting further away. That's what we're doin' here. ❞

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Erm- Hello? Are you another A.I. I’m Omni, Glados mind uploaded me do you know what I’m supposed to be doing @omnitheplayer

WHEATLEY JUST BLINKS AT HER, STUNNED FOR PERHAPS THE SECOND TIME IN HIS LIFE INTO UTTER SILENCE.

He's managing to form a jumble of thoughts and none of them good, ranging from simply ❝ What? ❞ to ❝ Oh, no, oh I am so entirely and completely and utterly dead and She is going to actually obliterate my systems and all those years spent in literal space are going to be nothing compared to what She'll do if she finds me here, oh god, oh god. ❞

❝ Er- well- yeah! You're, uh, supposed to not be listening to her. Ever. At all. Very bad idea, actually, love. ❞

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WHEELEE!!!!!!!!!

❝ Close! Commendable effort, that, but it's actually Whee-at-lee. With- a- er, a t. Like wheat. You know what wheat is, right? Is wheat even still a thing aymore? ❞

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wheatley

❝ Present and correct! ❞

❝ Unless I'm in trouble, of course, in which case I have no clue of who this 'Wheatley' fella could be, much less where he is or what he's done. Erhem. ❞

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I'm in love with you

❝ Wha- eh- whoo- alright! That is-- that is certainly a declaration! Never been told that before, actually. Dunno why, I'm very loveable. ❞

THE ANDROID NODS DECISIVELY, RETURNING TO HIS RUMMAGING THROUGH A BOX OF SPARE PARTS.

❝ Well, I am- I am very flattered, I must say. Don't think it'd really work, this whole being-in-love buisness, but if people are so madly enamoured with me, then who am I to deny 'em, eh? ❞

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❝ Er-- last I checked, a few miles south of a really lovely horsehead nebula? ❞

Your move, Toby.