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"STILL IN SPACE."

Wheatley sighed. "Yes, Space Core, we're in space. You've said that 257 times. And yes, I've been counting!"

"WE'RE IN SPACE," Space Core said once again.

Another sigh. "258…"

Wheatley was conflicted. Part of him wanted Space Core to get hit by a meteor or some other projectile and get launched as far away as possible. Then again, if he were gone Wheatly would probably go mad from the cold silence of space.

The plus side of being launched into space was that it gave him time to reflect. For a few hours, Wheatley tasted power, and it was good. I mean, do you know what it feels like to be in charge of everything? Pretty damn good. That must've been what God feels like all the time!

Was it the body that corrupted him and made him do all those terrible things, or was it of his own free will? He didn't know anymore. All he could think about was what he did to Chell and GLaDOS. OK, MAYBE GLaDOS deserved what she got, but not Chell. No, defiantly not Chell.

"SPACE!"

"BE QUIET, I'M HAVING AN INNER MONOLOUGE OVER HERE!"

Where was he? Oh yeah.

Wheatly could still see the look of betrayal that was on Chell's face when he halted that escape pod. That lady worked her tail off for her freedom and what did he do to repay her? Sent her down a large pit to God knows where. You know, the two of them could've escaped together. Started a new life on the outside. Just the two of them against the world. Partners in crime. Oh, what he wouldn't give for that. What he wouldn't give…

"GLaDOS was right. I am a moron," Wheatley thought aloud. "I had all that power but nobody to share it with except for a few turret boxes. It's funny. I thought all I wanted was power…but now I just want a friend."

"WE'RE IN SPACE."

Wheatly groaned. "Who says more than one thing. I wish Adventure Core were here. He'd make a more interesting companion. Or even Facts Core. At least I'd learn something instead of losing brain processors. But no. I had to get stuck with a bumbling idiot of a core obsessed with space!"

"…THAT HURT."

"Sorry buddy. Space does things to you."

"SPAAAAACE!"

"SHUT UP!"

Chell, I know I said this before – Well, not to your face – but I'm sorry. I wish we could go back to the old days. And by old days, I mean yesterday. I wish Aperture didn't give up on time travel technology. I could go back and make everything right.

But who am I kidding? Villains don't get second chances. They don't deserve second chances. I deserve this damnation in space.

"WE'RE IN SPACE!"

"DAMMIT SPACE CORE!" Wheatley snapped. "If you say 'space' one more time I swear I'll lose my sanity!"

"…"

"…"

"…"

"…"

"SPACE."

Sanity processor corrupted.

Hope you liked it. :)

EDIT: Fixed errors and minor changes.