adventuregunsphere

[adventuregunsphere]

"It's nothing..." he murmured, staring off anywhere but at Wheatley..

He continued to pet the metallic surface, letting Wheatley relax for a rather long while... Keith turned after what was the fifteenth minute of humoring the nonsense of petting the other man's head.. He flopped over with a huff, leaving his back to Wheatley and flipping the covers over himself...

The body the corrupted core chose was one that kept it's original form, but allowed him much more mobility. A simple, deeply buried design that was attributed to someone named Keith Astor. The core had indicated to the AMA its location within the files of the large, mazelike systems Aperture ran on... And judging by the software inside the core, he had some knowledge of who had created the files.

It had been a visionary piece. Not all of the materials were even available to AMA... But of course, it likely did it's best. Recplacing and substituting wherever it couldn't do the exact job the schematics entailed.

And finally, the core was able to be released from the chamber on the plate, unsteady and barely calibrated. He leaned against the wall for balance, the optic in his head spinning and blinking slowly... He'd kept the main body of a core for his head, minus the limiting handles, and his body was a slightly modified version of the regular models of this time.. Though it was much more modular... Whoever had made it had done so with the ease of modifications in mind..

He felt as if he were biting his tongue, anxious to speak for fear it would still come out wrong.. He hadn't spoken a word of sense in decades, it was perhaps only fair that he were tense...

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The A.M.A had looked over its work. The arm it had used was seemingly a bit tense itself as it tried to analyze what it had done. It was unable to be exact with the schematics provided to it, so it wasn't entirely happy with how it came out. It wasn't perfect.

Nevertheless, it tried to push this aside. It did its best with what it had. The parts for this model were outdated afterall...

[Please proceed with caution; calibration has not been sufficiently completed.]

It watched quietly afterward. What could it have done better? What substitutes should it have used that would have been closer to the original blueprint? What if its estimation caused any errors or discomfort? It would not know. Not until the problems were found. So it sat in unease, anticipating a major flaw.

[adventuregunsphere]

His optic lowered in a deadpan gaze... Keith stared at him for a second before he put his finger on what he was seeing.

"You're experiencing a drop. Not uncommon.. I should have guessed as much..." Keith gave a longer sigh, rolling over as if it were a massive undertaking.

Wheatley felt it out of practically nowhere as the other android put a hand on his head. Keith pet his hull awkwardly, but with such a confidence that it couldn't be brushed aside... He ran his hand over the seam of his plates, his handle gently, where he knew feeling transmitted to the main body.

"It will pass, and you'll be fine. It's normal for someone like you to feel bad.. You just.." he thought for a moment for a way that Wheatley would understand...

"You used up all your good emotions and they're recharging now. Won't take long if you just go to sleep," he murmured in a bitter tone, despite the words themselves intented to comfort...

The body the corrupted core chose was one that kept it's original form, but allowed him much more mobility. A simple, deeply buried design that was attributed to someone named Keith Astor. The core had indicated to the AMA its location within the files of the large, mazelike systems Aperture ran on... And judging by the software inside the core, he had some knowledge of who had created the files.

It had been a visionary piece. Not all of the materials were even available to AMA... But of course, it likely did it's best. Recplacing and substituting wherever it couldn't do the exact job the schematics entailed.

And finally, the core was able to be released from the chamber on the plate, unsteady and barely calibrated. He leaned against the wall for balance, the optic in his head spinning and blinking slowly... He'd kept the main body of a core for his head, minus the limiting handles, and his body was a slightly modified version of the regular models of this time.. Though it was much more modular... Whoever had made it had done so with the ease of modifications in mind..

He felt as if he were biting his tongue, anxious to speak for fear it would still come out wrong.. He hadn't spoken a word of sense in decades, it was perhaps only fair that he were tense...

@adventuregunsphere

The A.M.A had looked over its work. The arm it had used was seemingly a bit tense itself as it tried to analyze what it had done. It was unable to be exact with the schematics provided to it, so it wasn't entirely happy with how it came out. It wasn't perfect.

Nevertheless, it tried to push this aside. It did its best with what it had. The parts for this model were outdated afterall...

[Please proceed with caution; calibration has not been sufficiently completed.]

It watched quietly afterward. What could it have done better? What substitutes should it have used that would have been closer to the original blueprint? What if its estimation caused any errors or discomfort? It would not know. Not until the problems were found. So it sat in unease, anticipating a major flaw.

[adventuregunsphere]

Keith cleaned himself up and tossed the now rags into the corner of the room.. He'd do something with them later. For now, he flopped down on the bed with a huff.

The hiccup wasn't missed by him. Nor were the other pathetic signs.

Keith sighed, getting up with a growl in his chest. That nagging, annoying feeling that he should at least do something was persistent, he wouldn't get a wink of relaxation till it was done.

"What's your problem now? It felt good didn't it?"

The body the corrupted core chose was one that kept it's original form, but allowed him much more mobility. A simple, deeply buried design that was attributed to someone named Keith Astor. The core had indicated to the AMA its location within the files of the large, mazelike systems Aperture ran on... And judging by the software inside the core, he had some knowledge of who had created the files.

It had been a visionary piece. Not all of the materials were even available to AMA... But of course, it likely did it's best. Recplacing and substituting wherever it couldn't do the exact job the schematics entailed.

And finally, the core was able to be released from the chamber on the plate, unsteady and barely calibrated. He leaned against the wall for balance, the optic in his head spinning and blinking slowly... He'd kept the main body of a core for his head, minus the limiting handles, and his body was a slightly modified version of the regular models of this time.. Though it was much more modular... Whoever had made it had done so with the ease of modifications in mind..

He felt as if he were biting his tongue, anxious to speak for fear it would still come out wrong.. He hadn't spoken a word of sense in decades, it was perhaps only fair that he were tense...

@adventuregunsphere

The A.M.A had looked over its work. The arm it had used was seemingly a bit tense itself as it tried to analyze what it had done. It was unable to be exact with the schematics provided to it, so it wasn't entirely happy with how it came out. It wasn't perfect.

Nevertheless, it tried to push this aside. It did its best with what it had. The parts for this model were outdated afterall...

[Please proceed with caution; calibration has not been sufficiently completed.]

It watched quietly afterward. What could it have done better? What substitutes should it have used that would have been closer to the original blueprint? What if its estimation caused any errors or discomfort? It would not know. Not until the problems were found. So it sat in unease, anticipating a major flaw.

[adventuregunsphere]

The android worked away thoughtlessly, finally touching the last screw before Wheatley interrupted him..

His optic moved slowly to his head, staring at him.

"You're hot," he stated blankly.. He finally noticed all the fans running, the color flushing inside his hull and his optic..

He glanced down his front, taking in all of Wheatley in a flicker of a look.

"Hm.." Keith got a certain look in his optic now.. He ran a hand across the rubber casing, studying Wheatley's expression like a particularly interesting bug.

The body the corrupted core chose was one that kept it's original form, but allowed him much more mobility. A simple, deeply buried design that was attributed to someone named Keith Astor. The core had indicated to the AMA its location within the files of the large, mazelike systems Aperture ran on... And judging by the software inside the core, he had some knowledge of who had created the files.

It had been a visionary piece. Not all of the materials were even available to AMA... But of course, it likely did it's best. Recplacing and substituting wherever it couldn't do the exact job the schematics entailed.

And finally, the core was able to be released from the chamber on the plate, unsteady and barely calibrated. He leaned against the wall for balance, the optic in his head spinning and blinking slowly... He'd kept the main body of a core for his head, minus the limiting handles, and his body was a slightly modified version of the regular models of this time.. Though it was much more modular... Whoever had made it had done so with the ease of modifications in mind..

He felt as if he were biting his tongue, anxious to speak for fear it would still come out wrong.. He hadn't spoken a word of sense in decades, it was perhaps only fair that he were tense...

@adventuregunsphere

The A.M.A had looked over its work. The arm it had used was seemingly a bit tense itself as it tried to analyze what it had done. It was unable to be exact with the schematics provided to it, so it wasn't entirely happy with how it came out. It wasn't perfect.

Nevertheless, it tried to push this aside. It did its best with what it had. The parts for this model were outdated afterall...

[Please proceed with caution; calibration has not been sufficiently completed.]

It watched quietly afterward. What could it have done better? What substitutes should it have used that would have been closer to the original blueprint? What if its estimation caused any errors or discomfort? It would not know. Not until the problems were found. So it sat in unease, anticipating a major flaw.

[adventuregunsphere]

"I'll loosen it for now. We'll see about it later," he was curt, moving to do the same to the other handle as he again pulled on it to keep the taller android at his level. He didn't offer a chair or anything, not that there was one to offer. Wheatley had to crouch over a bit to get to where Keith wanted him...

He moved quickly, but he held onto the very center of his handle the whole time. Keith kept a tight grip on it as he unscrewed the other side just enough that Wheatley could wiggle it without damaging his hull.

"Must be standard procedure now... What a wonder. I bet they've swapped out for cheaper cores now too. Must be a thinner metal on those if they screwed it this tight... "

He kept working, switching to the lower handle and allowing Wheatley to stand up, even just slightly at the movement. His thumb kept rubbing at his handle, running over the grooves as he went. Still talking to himself all the way-

The body the corrupted core chose was one that kept it's original form, but allowed him much more mobility. A simple, deeply buried design that was attributed to someone named Keith Astor. The core had indicated to the AMA its location within the files of the large, mazelike systems Aperture ran on... And judging by the software inside the core, he had some knowledge of who had created the files.

It had been a visionary piece. Not all of the materials were even available to AMA... But of course, it likely did it's best. Recplacing and substituting wherever it couldn't do the exact job the schematics entailed.

And finally, the core was able to be released from the chamber on the plate, unsteady and barely calibrated. He leaned against the wall for balance, the optic in his head spinning and blinking slowly... He'd kept the main body of a core for his head, minus the limiting handles, and his body was a slightly modified version of the regular models of this time.. Though it was much more modular... Whoever had made it had done so with the ease of modifications in mind..

He felt as if he were biting his tongue, anxious to speak for fear it would still come out wrong.. He hadn't spoken a word of sense in decades, it was perhaps only fair that he were tense...

@adventuregunsphere

The A.M.A had looked over its work. The arm it had used was seemingly a bit tense itself as it tried to analyze what it had done. It was unable to be exact with the schematics provided to it, so it wasn't entirely happy with how it came out. It wasn't perfect.

Nevertheless, it tried to push this aside. It did its best with what it had. The parts for this model were outdated afterall...

[Please proceed with caution; calibration has not been sufficiently completed.]

It watched quietly afterward. What could it have done better? What substitutes should it have used that would have been closer to the original blueprint? What if its estimation caused any errors or discomfort? It would not know. Not until the problems were found. So it sat in unease, anticipating a major flaw.

[adventuregunsphere]

Keith already had a screwdriver suited to his make in hand, staring at Wheatley's handle as he felt over it generously. He knew exactly how these came off. How to tighten and loosen them was nothing to him. It gave him something to fix.

"Good. Your model is horrible for this, restrains your entire face," he grumbled, already taking the screwdriver to a screw in the right side of his upper handle.

"Like no one thinks about how these things move. There's no hydraulics in here. It doesn't need restraining. It's fucking ludicrous. Do you even want the handles-?" the question came out of his complaining as he sat, rubbing his thumb over the center rubber on the handle where it was thickest.. He was solely focused on his task at hand, loosening those awful things on his core head.

The body the corrupted core chose was one that kept it's original form, but allowed him much more mobility. A simple, deeply buried design that was attributed to someone named Keith Astor. The core had indicated to the AMA its location within the files of the large, mazelike systems Aperture ran on... And judging by the software inside the core, he had some knowledge of who had created the files.

It had been a visionary piece. Not all of the materials were even available to AMA... But of course, it likely did it's best. Recplacing and substituting wherever it couldn't do the exact job the schematics entailed.

And finally, the core was able to be released from the chamber on the plate, unsteady and barely calibrated. He leaned against the wall for balance, the optic in his head spinning and blinking slowly... He'd kept the main body of a core for his head, minus the limiting handles, and his body was a slightly modified version of the regular models of this time.. Though it was much more modular... Whoever had made it had done so with the ease of modifications in mind..

He felt as if he were biting his tongue, anxious to speak for fear it would still come out wrong.. He hadn't spoken a word of sense in decades, it was perhaps only fair that he were tense...

@adventuregunsphere

The A.M.A had looked over its work. The arm it had used was seemingly a bit tense itself as it tried to analyze what it had done. It was unable to be exact with the schematics provided to it, so it wasn't entirely happy with how it came out. It wasn't perfect.

Nevertheless, it tried to push this aside. It did its best with what it had. The parts for this model were outdated afterall...

[Please proceed with caution; calibration has not been sufficiently completed.]

It watched quietly afterward. What could it have done better? What substitutes should it have used that would have been closer to the original blueprint? What if its estimation caused any errors or discomfort? It would not know. Not until the problems were found. So it sat in unease, anticipating a major flaw.

[adventuregunsphere]

Keith was silent for a moment, complaints right on the tip of his tongue. He wanted nothing but to wallow and whine and bitch at the top of his synthetic lungs about the shoddy craftsmanship of the new models, the way they could only walk if they were extra careful not to break the thin metal bearings that held them together- Everything seemed so degraded.

But as he took a deep breath, his optic glanced up at the other.

He was really trying his best to see things positively.. Where Keith remembered every little detail of how 'good' it had been... He only saw how it was now. Keith knew full well enough that he definitely didn't remember a thing about it. Just everything after the uploads had started...

Keith scrunched up into a ball for just a moment, every last joint in his body curled up real tight as he crouched down on the ground. He gave a loud growl, letting his frustrations vocalize for just a moment.

And then he popped back up, his faceplates flaring outwards slightly as he glared off towards Wheatley. He seemed focused specifically on one part of his head as he suddenly stepped forward, reaching upwards... He grabbed onto the handle attached to the poor man's head, pulling him down lightly but firmly to look at it on his own level.

"I'm the only one who knows how to craft these fucking bodies anymore... Let me loosen these so you can actually breathe," he said it gruffly, but clearly Wheatley had changed something- He wasn't on the verge of tearing himself apart.. It seemed more like he'd focused his energies on him now. Namely: fixing that shoddy design he'd been given.

Whether or not that was a good thing for Wheatley might have escaped him at this particular moment... but it seemed like he was successful in trying to get Keith to focus on the present.

The body the corrupted core chose was one that kept it's original form, but allowed him much more mobility. A simple, deeply buried design that was attributed to someone named Keith Astor. The core had indicated to the AMA its location within the files of the large, mazelike systems Aperture ran on... And judging by the software inside the core, he had some knowledge of who had created the files.

It had been a visionary piece. Not all of the materials were even available to AMA... But of course, it likely did it's best. Recplacing and substituting wherever it couldn't do the exact job the schematics entailed.

And finally, the core was able to be released from the chamber on the plate, unsteady and barely calibrated. He leaned against the wall for balance, the optic in his head spinning and blinking slowly... He'd kept the main body of a core for his head, minus the limiting handles, and his body was a slightly modified version of the regular models of this time.. Though it was much more modular... Whoever had made it had done so with the ease of modifications in mind..

He felt as if he were biting his tongue, anxious to speak for fear it would still come out wrong.. He hadn't spoken a word of sense in decades, it was perhaps only fair that he were tense...

@adventuregunsphere

The A.M.A had looked over its work. The arm it had used was seemingly a bit tense itself as it tried to analyze what it had done. It was unable to be exact with the schematics provided to it, so it wasn't entirely happy with how it came out. It wasn't perfect.

Nevertheless, it tried to push this aside. It did its best with what it had. The parts for this model were outdated afterall...

[Please proceed with caution; calibration has not been sufficiently completed.]

It watched quietly afterward. What could it have done better? What substitutes should it have used that would have been closer to the original blueprint? What if its estimation caused any errors or discomfort? It would not know. Not until the problems were found. So it sat in unease, anticipating a major flaw.

[adventuregunsphere]

Keith gave a bark of a laugh, burying his optic in his palms as he tried desperately to stop the noises that wanted to come out of him. He hadn't been able to make anything but his corrupted ones in so long..

"I calculated them," he half laughed, "-whenever I had enough in me to hold it off and think for a fucking minute-"

His voice came out in a sorry state, his voicebox crackling and glitching.. But he was still speaking words.. Real words. Not just gibberish... Keith sounded just awful, really.. Like he couldn't stop himself from taking the first hand offered to him, even if just verbally yet..

"And.. I-" his voice crackled with heavy static.. "I came back and now it's all- just... Why're you the only thing that didn't change," he finally moaned, pulling at the faceplates in his hull much like one would pull at their hair.. He was too distracted, too averse to the idea of being touched to take Wheatley's hand yet.. Instead he seemed to shrink in on himself with all his miseries...

Such a competent figure, reduced to this.. Maybe he was still corrupted.. But he just couldn't find it anywhere in him to lash out at the other.. He meant well and Wheatley may as well have been the only thing, yet again, grounding him to everything..

The body the corrupted core chose was one that kept it's original form, but allowed him much more mobility. A simple, deeply buried design that was attributed to someone named Keith Astor. The core had indicated to the AMA its location within the files of the large, mazelike systems Aperture ran on... And judging by the software inside the core, he had some knowledge of who had created the files.

It had been a visionary piece. Not all of the materials were even available to AMA... But of course, it likely did it's best. Recplacing and substituting wherever it couldn't do the exact job the schematics entailed.

And finally, the core was able to be released from the chamber on the plate, unsteady and barely calibrated. He leaned against the wall for balance, the optic in his head spinning and blinking slowly... He'd kept the main body of a core for his head, minus the limiting handles, and his body was a slightly modified version of the regular models of this time.. Though it was much more modular... Whoever had made it had done so with the ease of modifications in mind..

He felt as if he were biting his tongue, anxious to speak for fear it would still come out wrong.. He hadn't spoken a word of sense in decades, it was perhaps only fair that he were tense...

@adventuregunsphere

The A.M.A had looked over its work. The arm it had used was seemingly a bit tense itself as it tried to analyze what it had done. It was unable to be exact with the schematics provided to it, so it wasn't entirely happy with how it came out. It wasn't perfect.

Nevertheless, it tried to push this aside. It did its best with what it had. The parts for this model were outdated afterall...

[Please proceed with caution; calibration has not been sufficiently completed.]

It watched quietly afterward. What could it have done better? What substitutes should it have used that would have been closer to the original blueprint? What if its estimation caused any errors or discomfort? It would not know. Not until the problems were found. So it sat in unease, anticipating a major flaw.

[adventuregunsphere]

It stung to hear.. Keith grimaced visibly, staring down at the odds and ends collected on the shelf in front of him.. He was hiding behind them, that was clear now, if it hadn't been before..

"You should give him my.. thanks, then," he managed to force out at last. It took a lot out of him to actually thank Rick.. But something had clearly.. changed. He didn't even respond to his earlier prodding like he used to... Sickeningly, Keith thought he might have to apologize to the guy..

That was another day's problem.

"It was my fault," he said quietly.. "I sent out coordinates.. It was all I could do. I didn't think something like that would come..."

Keith growled softly at the memory... Wheatley might have been spared a kindness not to know of what he went through..

Everything felt.. terrible. He felt weaker than he had ever been, shaking audibly now.. He couldn't even pretend to look through the parts on the shelf anymore. Wheatley could see the look about him, as if it took him everything not to fold in on himself right then and there. Everything was setting in now that he'd been fixed for a while...

The body the corrupted core chose was one that kept it's original form, but allowed him much more mobility. A simple, deeply buried design that was attributed to someone named Keith Astor. The core had indicated to the AMA its location within the files of the large, mazelike systems Aperture ran on... And judging by the software inside the core, he had some knowledge of who had created the files.

It had been a visionary piece. Not all of the materials were even available to AMA... But of course, it likely did it's best. Recplacing and substituting wherever it couldn't do the exact job the schematics entailed.

And finally, the core was able to be released from the chamber on the plate, unsteady and barely calibrated. He leaned against the wall for balance, the optic in his head spinning and blinking slowly... He'd kept the main body of a core for his head, minus the limiting handles, and his body was a slightly modified version of the regular models of this time.. Though it was much more modular... Whoever had made it had done so with the ease of modifications in mind..

He felt as if he were biting his tongue, anxious to speak for fear it would still come out wrong.. He hadn't spoken a word of sense in decades, it was perhaps only fair that he were tense...

@adventuregunsphere

The A.M.A had looked over its work. The arm it had used was seemingly a bit tense itself as it tried to analyze what it had done. It was unable to be exact with the schematics provided to it, so it wasn't entirely happy with how it came out. It wasn't perfect.

Nevertheless, it tried to push this aside. It did its best with what it had. The parts for this model were outdated afterall...

[Please proceed with caution; calibration has not been sufficiently completed.]

It watched quietly afterward. What could it have done better? What substitutes should it have used that would have been closer to the original blueprint? What if its estimation caused any errors or discomfort? It would not know. Not until the problems were found. So it sat in unease, anticipating a major flaw.

[adventuregunsphere]

Keith's faceplates clenched in on his hull, his body shivering as his hand clenched around a wrench..

Just as Wheatley had approached the door, on his way out.. Keith finally found his voice-

"How'd you survive?" he murmured it low, but his voice carried right through the echoing space to pierce his companion..

The combine had plucked Keith out of orbit, knocking Wheatley straight into the Earth's surface in the process... By all means, Keith had believed the other dead.

But that tone was so familiar to the other.. That low, shivering thing... guilt.

The body the corrupted core chose was one that kept it's original form, but allowed him much more mobility. A simple, deeply buried design that was attributed to someone named Keith Astor. The core had indicated to the AMA its location within the files of the large, mazelike systems Aperture ran on... And judging by the software inside the core, he had some knowledge of who had created the files.

It had been a visionary piece. Not all of the materials were even available to AMA... But of course, it likely did it's best. Recplacing and substituting wherever it couldn't do the exact job the schematics entailed.

And finally, the core was able to be released from the chamber on the plate, unsteady and barely calibrated. He leaned against the wall for balance, the optic in his head spinning and blinking slowly... He'd kept the main body of a core for his head, minus the limiting handles, and his body was a slightly modified version of the regular models of this time.. Though it was much more modular... Whoever had made it had done so with the ease of modifications in mind..

He felt as if he were biting his tongue, anxious to speak for fear it would still come out wrong.. He hadn't spoken a word of sense in decades, it was perhaps only fair that he were tense...

@adventuregunsphere

The A.M.A had looked over its work. The arm it had used was seemingly a bit tense itself as it tried to analyze what it had done. It was unable to be exact with the schematics provided to it, so it wasn't entirely happy with how it came out. It wasn't perfect.

Nevertheless, it tried to push this aside. It did its best with what it had. The parts for this model were outdated afterall...

[Please proceed with caution; calibration has not been sufficiently completed.]

It watched quietly afterward. What could it have done better? What substitutes should it have used that would have been closer to the original blueprint? What if its estimation caused any errors or discomfort? It would not know. Not until the problems were found. So it sat in unease, anticipating a major flaw.

[adventuregunsphere]

Keith hissed softly under his breath, getting up and hiding behind a shelf.. He searched through it, looking for nothing but the motion of rummaging through it to make himself look busy...

He still hadn't thought through how he felt about the blue eyed bot.

It was a complicated mix of frustrations.. He hadn't done anything wrong, in fact, he'd made it more barable-...and yet still Keith couldn't get rid of the gut reaction that hearing his voice rambling on instilled in him. It brought right back up how long they'd spent together up there, his voice the only thing that really tied him to anything at all.

He wanted to sit somewhere louder than this. He wanted to.. do something disgustingly affectionate.. Keith was relieved and angry and maybe just a little glad to see him... But he couldn't think straight enough to phrase any of it properly.

Keith could feel his hands shaking slightly at the pressure inside his mind, hardly able to conjure up any sort of thoughts past the tide of racing ones... He was still so unused to having control of his tongue, even if it was metaphorically now- His thoughts weren't any better.

The body the corrupted core chose was one that kept it's original form, but allowed him much more mobility. A simple, deeply buried design that was attributed to someone named Keith Astor. The core had indicated to the AMA its location within the files of the large, mazelike systems Aperture ran on... And judging by the software inside the core, he had some knowledge of who had created the files.

It had been a visionary piece. Not all of the materials were even available to AMA... But of course, it likely did it's best. Recplacing and substituting wherever it couldn't do the exact job the schematics entailed.

And finally, the core was able to be released from the chamber on the plate, unsteady and barely calibrated. He leaned against the wall for balance, the optic in his head spinning and blinking slowly... He'd kept the main body of a core for his head, minus the limiting handles, and his body was a slightly modified version of the regular models of this time.. Though it was much more modular... Whoever had made it had done so with the ease of modifications in mind..

He felt as if he were biting his tongue, anxious to speak for fear it would still come out wrong.. He hadn't spoken a word of sense in decades, it was perhaps only fair that he were tense...

@adventuregunsphere

The A.M.A had looked over its work. The arm it had used was seemingly a bit tense itself as it tried to analyze what it had done. It was unable to be exact with the schematics provided to it, so it wasn't entirely happy with how it came out. It wasn't perfect.

Nevertheless, it tried to push this aside. It did its best with what it had. The parts for this model were outdated afterall...

[Please proceed with caution; calibration has not been sufficiently completed.]

It watched quietly afterward. What could it have done better? What substitutes should it have used that would have been closer to the original blueprint? What if its estimation caused any errors or discomfort? It would not know. Not until the problems were found. So it sat in unease, anticipating a major flaw.

[adventuregunsphere]

Keith looked straight up, alert suddenly at the sound of knocking- He never really expected anyone to bother him while he was working.. like he just sort of got lost in it when he needed the relief this badly.

Wheatley was lucky he'd just finished putting on the last new bolts, or he might have gotten one thrown at his head.

He stared at the other for a moment, his eyes listlessly roving over his face.. His optic.. It felt weird to see him, when Keith was so certain he'd died. Whatever happened, he was torn on whether or not he wanted to know...

Keith nodded awkwardly, acknowledging him before he silently went back to screwing on a bolt he'd already tightened to perfection.. making himself look busy....

The body the corrupted core chose was one that kept it's original form, but allowed him much more mobility. A simple, deeply buried design that was attributed to someone named Keith Astor. The core had indicated to the AMA its location within the files of the large, mazelike systems Aperture ran on... And judging by the software inside the core, he had some knowledge of who had created the files.

It had been a visionary piece. Not all of the materials were even available to AMA... But of course, it likely did it's best. Recplacing and substituting wherever it couldn't do the exact job the schematics entailed.

And finally, the core was able to be released from the chamber on the plate, unsteady and barely calibrated. He leaned against the wall for balance, the optic in his head spinning and blinking slowly... He'd kept the main body of a core for his head, minus the limiting handles, and his body was a slightly modified version of the regular models of this time.. Though it was much more modular... Whoever had made it had done so with the ease of modifications in mind..

He felt as if he were biting his tongue, anxious to speak for fear it would still come out wrong.. He hadn't spoken a word of sense in decades, it was perhaps only fair that he were tense...

@adventuregunsphere

The A.M.A had looked over its work. The arm it had used was seemingly a bit tense itself as it tried to analyze what it had done. It was unable to be exact with the schematics provided to it, so it wasn't entirely happy with how it came out. It wasn't perfect.

Nevertheless, it tried to push this aside. It did its best with what it had. The parts for this model were outdated afterall...

[Please proceed with caution; calibration has not been sufficiently completed.]

It watched quietly afterward. What could it have done better? What substitutes should it have used that would have been closer to the original blueprint? What if its estimation caused any errors or discomfort? It would not know. Not until the problems were found. So it sat in unease, anticipating a major flaw.

[adventuregunsphere]

Rick chuckled, bidding the two a good time deciding on a rug color with a wink before he left.. He'd be away for a while yet procuring some meat from the butcher.. Plenty of time for them to argue and hash it all out.

Keith, meanwhile, had been hard at work dismantling a lawn mower. Not for any particular reason, other than the soothing effect it had on his mind.

He'd strewn the pieces every which way, organizing them in rows as it suited him. His process was pretty easy to understand, if you were Keith. He'd started cleaning them by this time, with a rag he'd fished out of a dusty old box. At least this gave him time to think it all over...

Someone else must have intervened in Neil's upload.. And.. taken it all away from him. Neil was so close to the man he'd used to know.. But without any of the fondness of memories they'd made together...

It was a harsh blow for someone in his place. A little time to himself was really all he wanted, just an hour, alone, to clean out and reassemble an ancient piece of machinery. It worked well enough to calm him down, by the time he was finishing up placing it back together he felt like he had a better head on him.

He could deal with... at least half of the things he had going on right now.

The body the corrupted core chose was one that kept it's original form, but allowed him much more mobility. A simple, deeply buried design that was attributed to someone named Keith Astor. The core had indicated to the AMA its location within the files of the large, mazelike systems Aperture ran on... And judging by the software inside the core, he had some knowledge of who had created the files.

It had been a visionary piece. Not all of the materials were even available to AMA... But of course, it likely did it's best. Recplacing and substituting wherever it couldn't do the exact job the schematics entailed.

And finally, the core was able to be released from the chamber on the plate, unsteady and barely calibrated. He leaned against the wall for balance, the optic in his head spinning and blinking slowly... He'd kept the main body of a core for his head, minus the limiting handles, and his body was a slightly modified version of the regular models of this time.. Though it was much more modular... Whoever had made it had done so with the ease of modifications in mind..

He felt as if he were biting his tongue, anxious to speak for fear it would still come out wrong.. He hadn't spoken a word of sense in decades, it was perhaps only fair that he were tense...

@adventuregunsphere

The A.M.A had looked over its work. The arm it had used was seemingly a bit tense itself as it tried to analyze what it had done. It was unable to be exact with the schematics provided to it, so it wasn't entirely happy with how it came out. It wasn't perfect.

Nevertheless, it tried to push this aside. It did its best with what it had. The parts for this model were outdated afterall...

[Please proceed with caution; calibration has not been sufficiently completed.]

It watched quietly afterward. What could it have done better? What substitutes should it have used that would have been closer to the original blueprint? What if its estimation caused any errors or discomfort? It would not know. Not until the problems were found. So it sat in unease, anticipating a major flaw.

[adventuregunsphere]

"N'alrighty then, s'pose I'll have t' see where I can find y' some good meat.. hm.."

Rick thought on it for a moment, and decided that whatever meat was still in the fridge here, was definitely not edible still. He'd have to make a little trip to the local shops to procure some.. Which entailed leaving the house-

He stepped between Neil and Wheatley's heated debate as he cleared his throat loudly..

"I got t' go into town again t' find Buddy some food, I'll be back soon enough.. don't burn the place down while I'm out, yeah?" he chuckled..

The body the corrupted core chose was one that kept it's original form, but allowed him much more mobility. A simple, deeply buried design that was attributed to someone named Keith Astor. The core had indicated to the AMA its location within the files of the large, mazelike systems Aperture ran on... And judging by the software inside the core, he had some knowledge of who had created the files.

It had been a visionary piece. Not all of the materials were even available to AMA... But of course, it likely did it's best. Recplacing and substituting wherever it couldn't do the exact job the schematics entailed.

And finally, the core was able to be released from the chamber on the plate, unsteady and barely calibrated. He leaned against the wall for balance, the optic in his head spinning and blinking slowly... He'd kept the main body of a core for his head, minus the limiting handles, and his body was a slightly modified version of the regular models of this time.. Though it was much more modular... Whoever had made it had done so with the ease of modifications in mind..

He felt as if he were biting his tongue, anxious to speak for fear it would still come out wrong.. He hadn't spoken a word of sense in decades, it was perhaps only fair that he were tense...

@adventuregunsphere

The A.M.A had looked over its work. The arm it had used was seemingly a bit tense itself as it tried to analyze what it had done. It was unable to be exact with the schematics provided to it, so it wasn't entirely happy with how it came out. It wasn't perfect.

Nevertheless, it tried to push this aside. It did its best with what it had. The parts for this model were outdated afterall...

[Please proceed with caution; calibration has not been sufficiently completed.]

It watched quietly afterward. What could it have done better? What substitutes should it have used that would have been closer to the original blueprint? What if its estimation caused any errors or discomfort? It would not know. Not until the problems were found. So it sat in unease, anticipating a major flaw.

[adventuregunsphere]

Rick watched them fondly, they were awful cute when they weren't arguing about anything serious..

Though just as he'd thought it, his attention was diverted by his little pet underneath his hat.. He stepped back a little, raising his hat and fishing the little guy out.. Rick cupped him real gentle in his hand, his affection warming even more as he stared down at the little buglike creature..

"What's up with y' Buddy? You hungry?"

The body the corrupted core chose was one that kept it's original form, but allowed him much more mobility. A simple, deeply buried design that was attributed to someone named Keith Astor. The core had indicated to the AMA its location within the files of the large, mazelike systems Aperture ran on... And judging by the software inside the core, he had some knowledge of who had created the files.

It had been a visionary piece. Not all of the materials were even available to AMA... But of course, it likely did it's best. Recplacing and substituting wherever it couldn't do the exact job the schematics entailed.

And finally, the core was able to be released from the chamber on the plate, unsteady and barely calibrated. He leaned against the wall for balance, the optic in his head spinning and blinking slowly... He'd kept the main body of a core for his head, minus the limiting handles, and his body was a slightly modified version of the regular models of this time.. Though it was much more modular... Whoever had made it had done so with the ease of modifications in mind..

He felt as if he were biting his tongue, anxious to speak for fear it would still come out wrong.. He hadn't spoken a word of sense in decades, it was perhaps only fair that he were tense...

@adventuregunsphere

The A.M.A had looked over its work. The arm it had used was seemingly a bit tense itself as it tried to analyze what it had done. It was unable to be exact with the schematics provided to it, so it wasn't entirely happy with how it came out. It wasn't perfect.

Nevertheless, it tried to push this aside. It did its best with what it had. The parts for this model were outdated afterall...

[Please proceed with caution; calibration has not been sufficiently completed.]

It watched quietly afterward. What could it have done better? What substitutes should it have used that would have been closer to the original blueprint? What if its estimation caused any errors or discomfort? It would not know. Not until the problems were found. So it sat in unease, anticipating a major flaw.

[adventuregunsphere]

Rick barely had room to interject between the two, let alone referee between whatever it was Wheatley was talking about-

"It's fine if he wants t' think that Neil- " he tried, barely getting in a word between the brief moment he had while Neil laughed at the other core.. "There's nothin' wrong with that.."

"I don't even remember nothin' fore I ended up in the bin, really.. "

The body the corrupted core chose was one that kept it's original form, but allowed him much more mobility. A simple, deeply buried design that was attributed to someone named Keith Astor. The core had indicated to the AMA its location within the files of the large, mazelike systems Aperture ran on... And judging by the software inside the core, he had some knowledge of who had created the files.

It had been a visionary piece. Not all of the materials were even available to AMA... But of course, it likely did it's best. Recplacing and substituting wherever it couldn't do the exact job the schematics entailed.

And finally, the core was able to be released from the chamber on the plate, unsteady and barely calibrated. He leaned against the wall for balance, the optic in his head spinning and blinking slowly... He'd kept the main body of a core for his head, minus the limiting handles, and his body was a slightly modified version of the regular models of this time.. Though it was much more modular... Whoever had made it had done so with the ease of modifications in mind..

He felt as if he were biting his tongue, anxious to speak for fear it would still come out wrong.. He hadn't spoken a word of sense in decades, it was perhaps only fair that he were tense...

@adventuregunsphere

The A.M.A had looked over its work. The arm it had used was seemingly a bit tense itself as it tried to analyze what it had done. It was unable to be exact with the schematics provided to it, so it wasn't entirely happy with how it came out. It wasn't perfect.

Nevertheless, it tried to push this aside. It did its best with what it had. The parts for this model were outdated afterall...

[Please proceed with caution; calibration has not been sufficiently completed.]

It watched quietly afterward. What could it have done better? What substitutes should it have used that would have been closer to the original blueprint? What if its estimation caused any errors or discomfort? It would not know. Not until the problems were found. So it sat in unease, anticipating a major flaw.

[adventuregunsphere]

Rick bit his lip a little, muffling the laugh he almost let out as Wheatley exclaimed- he couldn't claim to really like or dislike them, since he wasn't one for the arts himself..

"Well I s'pose we can keep em in our room then," he said, biting back a laugh still..

"Since y' like the look of em so well, I'm sure we can fit em somewhere..."

Rick was already glancing at their open bedroom, trying to plan out where he'd be putting shelves or nails to hang paintings from...

The body the corrupted core chose was one that kept it's original form, but allowed him much more mobility. A simple, deeply buried design that was attributed to someone named Keith Astor. The core had indicated to the AMA its location within the files of the large, mazelike systems Aperture ran on... And judging by the software inside the core, he had some knowledge of who had created the files.

It had been a visionary piece. Not all of the materials were even available to AMA... But of course, it likely did it's best. Recplacing and substituting wherever it couldn't do the exact job the schematics entailed.

And finally, the core was able to be released from the chamber on the plate, unsteady and barely calibrated. He leaned against the wall for balance, the optic in his head spinning and blinking slowly... He'd kept the main body of a core for his head, minus the limiting handles, and his body was a slightly modified version of the regular models of this time.. Though it was much more modular... Whoever had made it had done so with the ease of modifications in mind..

He felt as if he were biting his tongue, anxious to speak for fear it would still come out wrong.. He hadn't spoken a word of sense in decades, it was perhaps only fair that he were tense...

@adventuregunsphere

The A.M.A had looked over its work. The arm it had used was seemingly a bit tense itself as it tried to analyze what it had done. It was unable to be exact with the schematics provided to it, so it wasn't entirely happy with how it came out. It wasn't perfect.

Nevertheless, it tried to push this aside. It did its best with what it had. The parts for this model were outdated afterall...

[Please proceed with caution; calibration has not been sufficiently completed.]

It watched quietly afterward. What could it have done better? What substitutes should it have used that would have been closer to the original blueprint? What if its estimation caused any errors or discomfort? It would not know. Not until the problems were found. So it sat in unease, anticipating a major flaw.