Space. Space, space, space. Space. And that's all there was. For yards upon miles upon miles upon leagues. Just space. One would think that it would be a grand experience to be up there above the Earth, observing nebulae, stars and such. But according to Wheatley it was the exact opposite. Space was so boring. He couldn't understand why humans were so enticed with it.
"Hey! Space buddy! Space! We're in space! Space!"
Wheatley let out a simulated sigh. Space Core. The epitome of all things obnoxious. Although he had to admit, he was one heck of a fellow. From what the blue eyed sphere could tell, Space was a gentle and kind core. There was something about the little guy's personality he liked a lot. Perhaps it was his happy nature or merely the fact that he was a child at heart. Whatever the reason, he was most definitely his best friend. Or rather, his only friend.
"Yes, we're in space." Wheatley murmured. Space Core turned around, staring blankly at his friend. The moron core stared back, expecting him to start rambling about space again, but he said nothing. 'Why is he staring at me?' Wheatley wondered. Perhaps Space Core was observing a comet or piece of debris behind him. 'No, he'd be squealing if that were the case.' he concluded.
"Hey! Space friend! I have a space secret to tell you! In sp-space!" Space Core hollered. Wheatley nodded. "Come here." Space Core said. Wheatley inched closer. "No, no, no, closer! Closer! Space needs you closer!" the yellow core shrieked. Before Wheatley could even register the command, Space Core shot forward, bonking his optic lens against Wheatley's, creating a small spark.
Space Core spun wildly, cackling like a hyena. Meanwhile, Wheatley hadn't budged from that spot save for the distance the force of the blow had caused him to. He hung in silence, his optic lens reduced to a pin prick.
"Wh...what... what did you...?" The core stammered. His partner of course hadn't stopped to listen; he was busy screaming about space. Wheatley stared up at his friend for a moment, pondering the event that had previously occurred. Was that supposed to be a kiss? No, cores couldn't kiss. They didn't have lips. But perhaps it was Space Core's version of one.
Wheatley closed his optic lens, not in the mood for conversation. He needed to think.