Saviours of Science

by delticminer

15 years after Chell left Aperture, Doug Rattman is still living in the facility, living in the same conditions he has been for all these years. He is being watched though, and this observer could determine the future of Aperture. Rated T for language.

1. Prolouge

A/N: This is my first fan fiction, any comments/tips/suggestions/improvements would be appreciated.

PROLOUGE

Wheatley never liked space. The moment he knew what it was, "Oh, don't like that at all. Too dark and too big. Too many stars for my liking." The last thing he wanted to happen was being stranded for 15 years in space. Above anything else it was mind-numbingly boring. There were only four interesting things within sight zone, apart from stars and space. One was the lunar surface a few kilometres down. Another was the beautiful blue sphere of the Earth, where humans, and alas, where he came from, Aperture lay. Then there was the sun, the only light, shining brightly and reflecting off everything, including Wheatley. And then there was:

"SPAACCCEEE!"

Wheatley sighed. His only company happened to be a similar core to himself, obsessed with space in every way.

"I'm in Space, ohmygodohmygodohmygod, I'm in SPACE!"

"Yes, mate, you are in space. I got the picture 15 years ago." As usual the space core ignored him and kept blabbering on about space, and how brilliant it was, and how many stars there were, and what that blue thing on the moons surface was- wait, what?

"Spaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-" The space core was hit by an inrush of debris and was sent out far beyond the lunar orbit.

Wheatley fought against the debris, trying to get to the portal, when suddenly everything was powerfully sucked back in, including Wheatley. He went straight through the portal and into the pneumatic diversity tube, and was plopped back out after 10 seconds. Dazed, he looked around. He was in Aperture. Fair enough, expected, since it was a portal. What was strange was that instead of her in the central core position, some crap piece of PSS technology was in its place.

"What is this thing"

As Wheatley looked around, he saw two humans. One in casual clothes, a tall man with dark hair and a small moustache, the other wearing a lab coat and with extremely long hair and a beard. The latter man had a portal gun in his hand, which explained the portal. Next to that man was a companion cube, seemingly covered with core apparatus.

Then the companion cube, or at least what seemed to be the companion cube, spoke.

What was strange, was that it was her voice.

"It's the moron."

Wheatley could not resist replying to that.

"I AM NOT A MORON!"