thefactualsphere

[thefactualsphere]

[Reminder that I am the superior maintenance arm set up. I do not allow emotions, real or synthetically programmed, to interfere with my functionality. This makes my maintenance protocols to always be as efficient and quick as possible]

[ANY maintenance bot that crumbles under other's opinions of it are an inferior product]

[Thank you.]

[thefactualsphere]

[thefactualsphere]

What what no im not gay for him what do you meann

[thefactualsphere]

It wasn't that long until the man had fallen right to sleep after all that... His body was spent after all that activity, and the gentle comfort was enough to keep his mind away from what the feeling was trying to remind him of...

He was rather warm still- a perfect thing to hold in the slightly chilly room. It definitely kept underneath the covers warm for the other atleast.

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.

[thefactualsphere]

"Oh...auh... Of course... a... drop... should of... should of known.."

He seemed a little saddened at that- of course something that good couldn't linger forever. It never did, did it?

The gentle touchings did seem to help, quite a lot, actually. His body went from a tense sort of stress to a more mellow laxness. His optic eased into a more dreary, spacey gaze.

"Sorry... Yeah.. Yeah I'll just... right, try to do that then..."

His arms fell a bit, around his chest as he looked into the off distance.

"...Thank you, Keith.."

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.

[thefactualsphere]

"I..- Dont.. don't get me wrong- it did-! very... Very good in fact, I just..-"

A sigh escaped his processor, his hand thumbing anxiously against the ridge of his hull like a nervous tick.

"Its... not to do with you- I'm just. Broken. Busted or. Or something. Don't worry about it, luv, you did-.. It was... amazing.."

He sucked in a breath.

"Just... weird aftershocks or... something... I don't know this- happens sometimes just..- not as... strongly...usually...."

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.

[thefactualsphere]

The metal in his face plates continued to get warmer the longer this went on. He arched his back down in order to go in the angles that Keith wanted him to go in, gentle huffs coming from his ventilation with just how much vigor he was putting into this- hes... never been touched all that much. He was carried up to the surface by Rick after his final repairs, and of course Buddy seemed to crawl all over him- but he couldn't even compare anything to these bizarre sensations he was feeling now.

"Gg....good god..-" He wobbled a bit on his feet. He didn't even realize how sensitive those handles of his were- he's never been grabbed this violently by them afterall..

And Keith was so in deep with his self monologuing, he probably didn't even realize what he was doing to him.

He needed something to hold on to- something to stop him from toppling over from both the weird sensations and the craning of his neck. There must be something wrong with him- has to be.

"K...Kee..ith..? Fuckk-"

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.

[thefactualsphere]

"A-ah..- Aaaah-" he seemed a bit wobbly with his posture since his head had been being pulled in such a way- It sort of felt like a mother who was brushing your hair out but way too vigorously. There was no pain, but it was alot of jerking motions.

"I-- U-uhhg-" he didn't really know how to find his words. He was a bit stiff with his stance, his bottom optic lid closing upward in a confusing expression. It wasn't really easy to tell what he was feeling here.

"I uh... I dd...dunno..- I guess just- just what yy-youu wanna do..-"

He felt a little bit warmer- not too noticeably, but it was pooling a little in his face. Wheatley couldn't pin down where it was coming from- probably embarrassment. He wasn't used to being moved about like this.

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.

[thefactualsphere]

Wheatley had watched in a lot of concern as he saw the other slinking to the ground like that. His plates had flared a little, but the movement was rather constricted by those handles in the way. They lowered back behind him like the ears of a prey animal- he was rather nervous- maybe he wasn't doing a good enough job. He was never really good at giving pep rallies- none of the humans he used to take care of really cared for his words of encouragement before a test.

His own thoughts were quickly interrupted as his head instead filled with alarm. He yelped in fear at the sudden grippage on his oh so sensitive handle, a splutter coming from his vocal processor to maybe begin to plead for forgiveness, that he didn't mean whatever he said or did-

But stopped when there was no fist flying at his face or knee to his gut.

"A...ah- if... if that's what... you want... I think I... I think I can breath just, just fine, actually, but- not... not stopping you I guess- if. If this is what we're doing 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.

[thefactualsphere]

He was silent again, really really trying to say the right things here. God it felt like a quick time event- like if he did the wrong thing everything here will come crumbling down. If he said the wrong words in the wrong order, maybe he'll be shoo'd out of here and he'll have done nothing but make it worse.

"We.... we were up there for.... a long time, Keith." He strayed on his words for a bit- he felt a bit terrified really about how sensitive this whole thing is. One wrong step...

"Change doesn't.... have to be a bad thing... I mean, Look at us-! We used to just be little metal balls that couldn't move without guidance or assistance but now-"

He gestured downward.

"We got legs! We can go wherever we want, whenever we want- And we have arms, so we don't have to be "ohh press that button ohhh pick up the gun" because WE can press the buttons! We can pick up the guns! That's a change I'd say is pretty damn brilliant-!"

He cleared his throat, deciding maybe he was laying it on a little strong.

"And with uh- Neil... He's still a really great guy. I don't know how you remember him when he was... alive... but maybe it's worth it to... to get to know the new one..? Maybe.. Maybe this change doesn't have to be as "world ending" as you... as you think it is..?"

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.

[thefactualsphere]

Wheatley frowned- or.. it was definitely obvious he was unhappy in some way with how his optic shifted.

"You....You did?" He muttered, seemingly a bit surprised.

"Hah... I uh... didn't know you could do that... Could I have done that too...? Maybe it... would have been more useful than radio shows..."

He was still trying to keep the conversation light, but that ship had sailed a good while ago. And he knew it.

Wheatley stepped forward, bottom lid lifting up to perhaps convey a soft, forgiving smile.

"Hey, Mate, its- it's alright. Y' didn't know who'd show- I uh... I kind of figured you couldn't respond to anything I said to ya, so it maybe helped just to... do ANYTHING up there."

He held a hand out, trying to coax him out from between those shelves.

"It might not of been what uh.. what you were hoping for.. But in the end, we both got out of there.... It's how er.. "fate", I like that word. That's how "Fate" worked out, yeah?"

He gave a nervous chuckle.

"And... adjusting to all this change will take a bit- hell, I'm still having a hard time of it- But... it'll probably be easier for ya with a companion, yeah..?"

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.

[thefactualsphere]

He stopped in his tracks, clearly frozen by the words that had been asked to him. He didn't... usually like thinking about it. In fact, he tried his hardest not to let that part of his return bother him- or try to not let it worm it's way back into that overactive head of his, lest he over think it into a frenzy.

He stepped back slowly into the garage, expression for some reason.... totally unreadable.

He turned slow to meet his gaze, trying to think if he should tell the truth or some lie to make things seem easier to swallow.

"I..... I didn't."

He kept still for a bit, almost like bracing himself for the words he needed to say.

"... When I crashed, I... didn't have a whole lot of time.. because of how many ah- warning lights were in my field of view I could... Make out that I probably wasn't going to make it..."

He laughed a little- desperate to try and make things seem light with this topic, but kind of failing. Pretty miserably really.

"Rick found me a few moments before I shut down- That... moment is a little fuzzy, since well- I'm pretty sure uh. All.. all my systems were shutting down. But I think I apologized... Yeah... For... for everything. I think I assumed there wouldn't be another chance uh... so..."

He cleared his throat.

"Rick found a mechanic in the city an hour away to fix me as... best as a human could in whatever year it is. Bloody hell, the guy brought me back to life! I didn't know that was even possible. Why, I had to of just been.... just been charred to bits I tell you..! Rick took me to the Amie down there to finish the job in the end..."

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.

[thefactualsphere]

"- I'm sure it's gonna be real useful with you around, seeing as you seem all technologically capable and- and..."

He stopped, finally looking up to meet his gaze. Unfortunately the guy wasn't an idiot. He saw the way he moved about, saw the shaky tension in his fingertips, the way his faux tendons clenched.

".....Oh."

Of course. Why would he try to barge in so soon? He was probably just trying not to be rude or something.. He TOLD him to just say something if he didn't want him here..!

It was unfortunate, too, how expressive he was. It was really frustrating how his handles fell back, how his lids shifted to show exactly how he felt- a little disappointment shifted to exaggerate his actual emotion.

"....If you want to talk, we.. I will be inside. Maybe try to come in later tonight..? I'm... not sure how chilly it'll... It'll be in here... right.. ahm..-"

He tried to make his way out, trying to step out the door without tripping on anything laying out.

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.

[thefactualsphere]

Wheatley clearly took the invitation to step inside the garage. It was dusty, but it was clear Keith was already making use of the materials here. He glanced over to the old mower that he had taken apart and put back together again, seemingly impressed with how his handles twitched back.

"I see you've er. Made yourself useful! Not.. not that that was a requirement. I moreso just meant uh. Yeah it didn't come out right, did it? Ahah... what I meant was you're... keeping yourself busy. And all. I know first hand that it's not... the easiest adjusting to being back. Back here. With gravity and stuff more less."

He placed a hand on his neck, scratching it looking for things to say. Something that would make the bot feel better.

"When I was first ah. Fixed up and such. There wasn't much to do in the barn- I didn't like talking with all the er. Scary folks in there. Some tiny ones really liked the sounds of the radio when I could jangle it right- honestly there aren't as many stations as I could get to down here than when I was playing for you, hah..-! But I... made due. Apparently they didn't have access to a radio and- shoot... I uh... rambling... again- What I mean to say is I'm glad you got something to keep your mind on. Something to do with your hands."

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.

[thefactualsphere]

At some point, Neil and Wheatley had hashed out until they got bored, and decided some walls could be white while a couple of them could be accent walls. When they had solved the dispute of the paintings going in their room aswell, Neil went off to dust where he'd be sleeping for the night and left the guy to his own devices.

That's when Wheatley had decided to muster up the courage to go talk to the rude fellow in the garage that he had spent so much time with in that awful predicament.

He made sure to make himself known atleast, knocking on the outer wall as he slowly peered over to the garage entrance.

"Everything uh... doing swell in here then, Pal..? I figured I'd leave you to your own uhm. Devices. Here. for a bit. Didn't know if you needed some ah.. simmer down time, you know- or any- anything. If you want me to just. Just leave you here that's quite alright...- just. Just gotta tell good ol' wheatley here if. If that's the case."

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.

[thefactualsphere]

The two of them glanced over to him, too busy arguing about what color the walls should be to have even realized he had taken a few steps back. They then looked at eachother instead, they back at him.

"That has a low probability of happening. I don't even think the gas is on."

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.

[thefactualsphere]

It's tail thwicked against the side of his hand, it's little beak pressing against one of the man's fingers- He could definitely feel it nibbling, but it's teeth were so small it couldn't even hurt at all. Another little chirp echoed from it's small body. The answer was most likely yes. Who knows when the last time it ate was if it was sleeping against wheatley for that long. In fact, the way it opened it's beak towards the air was sort of a mimicry of what a baby bird would do.

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.