A/N: Hey everyone! I hoped you like my last story. As the description said, this is a sequel to The Mainframe's Maker. The story won't be ruined but you might want to read the first story, for it explains the relationships between the characters a little more. Please R&R, I hope you enjoy, and Portal, Portal 2, and any items from said games belong to VALVe.

Static. A few more new wires and some tightening. More static. I'm getting frustrated with this thing. About a month after leaving that hell, I was settled in a small town called Cross. Sure, the name was a little weird but if you're still trying to recover from an alien attack how much imagination do you think someone would have? The people accepted me with open arms. To contribute to the community, I became the backup science teacher for the kids and the towns only repair woman. I could tackle any job. They had this one building that they wanted fixed but no one could figure out how to keep it fixed. I just examined the building for a few hours then went to work. Now it's the school.

There was one thing I couldn't figure out though. If the companion cube is a modified weighted storage cube, what did it store? After much inspection, I found grooves near the edges in between the corners. I pulled on each side until I heard a soft click and proceeded to the next side. After all four click I was able to pull the top off. Inside was a fairly large amount of Aperture Science technology parts along with tools, wire, nuts, bolts, etc., and a note.

I know how much you like puzzles. Try figuring this one out. There are enough parts in this cube for you to build

an Aperture Science Music Box (radio) and a few random items. Enjoy, lunatic.

~GLaDOS

I couldn't believe it. I had found much fascination in the little radios and their ability to pick up any signal they came across. I also grew to like the little tune it played whenever it was on. I grabbed a few items nd started building it from memory with the guess, check, and revise method. Now, I was so close. I knew everything was in the right place. The little machine would receive power and play static filled songs. Today it turned on by itself and I thought I heard a voice. I've been trying for hours to get the static to leave.

Finally, I went to the tuning screw. I wanted to save it for last because it tuned almost everything. The static suddenly just disappeared when I turned it. My relief however, was short lived.

"-the tuning screw." I froze. The smile on my face disappeared. The demonic, homicidal A.I. was the voice I heard earlier.

"Great. You finally were smart enough to try the tuning screw. Now, I need you to come back." Now, my jaw dropped. That A.I. wanted me to come back voluntarily.

"Look. I know you don't trust me. You probably also think I'm crazy. I'm starting to think I'm crazy. I need you to come back though because I found someone in Cryo-genic who should be important to you. I know you're important to them. I can also give you your memory back, if you hadn't already. Just, think about it." I couldn't believe my ears. The A.I. was begging. The same one that tried to kill me many times before, think she was innocent, and blame me for killing her while I was trying to escape. I know I killed her the first time and replaced her with he-who-I-don't-want-to-think-about the second time, but she tried to kill me a lot more.

I walked over to my run down couch and sat down. I really didn't want to go back. Who would I be important to in cryo-genic storage? And if GLaDOS deleted my brain-scan from her memory, how could she give me my memory back? I contemplated for another hour or two. I had an 'apprentice' who could take care of everything. I stood up and went to my closet. Inside, I built a false wall that lead to a secret room. I pulled the wall off and walked through the dark hallway.

A few minutes later I walked out wearing my hair back in a ponytail, jeans, a white tee, a black jacket, a pack containing survival essentials and a few small contraptions that could protect me on my journey, and my long-fall boots. I treasured the white and black perfect fitting boots for they saved my life many times. I grabbed the little radio and turned it off, then put it in my pack. I walked out the front door and went towards my apprentices house. After that, I would head towards the field that was home to the little shed.

I won't look back.

Wheatley's POV

I honestly, truly, really didn't think it was possible. Yet it happened. The Space core, who was obsessed with space, was bored of space.

"Too much space. Wanna go home. Don't like space. Wanna go home. Wanna go home." the core muttered. The voice sounded like a 10-year old boy, except it was becoming more mechanical by the second. The dirty yellow optic got slightly brighter with every word.

The scene would be explained but how do you paint a mental picture of space. The only thing we three cores see is the moon and Earth. I hate this time of year. Every few years the cores wandered over the spot on the moon where they flew through a blue portal.

I'm so sorry. Really, I am. I don't know if you're dead or not, but I want you to know I'm sorry. Except you can't hear my thoughts. Wheatley sighed. At least, he made a sound that was like a sigh. Seeing as he was a floating, battered, scratched, and dirty metal ball with his insides wearing out and his just-darker-than-sky-blue optic cut down the middle he only had a vocal processor to make the sound. Space, as Rick and Wheatley called him, was still muttering to himself.

"Don't like space. Too many stars. Too many constellations. Big Dipper boring. Hate space. Wanna go home. Wanna go back to Earth. LET ME BACK!" He screamed. His outbursts like that were getting more and more frequent.

"Can you please stop. It's like something or one is giving you a constant source of caffeine." Rick, the adventure sphere said. The core was the only one of the four sent to space that wasn't injured or dying out. It seemed that the space core was dying out. The all green optic was made of small, square LEDs. the pupil was a four square by two square black rectangle in the middle was the pupil. While Wheatley was entertaining space, Rick looked towards the moon. To his utter amazement, a blue portal opened on the surface. Coming out of it was a tube with the end in space sealed shut. It was slowly heading towards Rick.

"Uh, moron?" Rick said.

"Not a moron." Wheatley replied.

"Is that from Aperture?" Rick barely forced the word out. Space shuddered and started muttering faster to himself. Wheatley looked towards Rick and whimpered. It was an Aperture Science Pneumatic Diversity Vent. It stopped in front of a shaking Rick. The seal opened in curved, triangular sections with a twist and a hydraulic hiss. Then, faster than thought possible, it flew forward, grabbed Rick like it was a net, and shut the seal. It then advanced towards the next closest core. A squirming and screaming Space.

"Ahhhhhh! NO NO NO NO NO NO! Can't go back! CAN'T GO BACK!"

"Oh no. This is not good. Poor little core that I need has gone crazy. I don't need the fact sphere, but I do need you. Poor Space. Come here." The voice was smooth and slightly mechanical. Wheatley started shaking in his shell. Space was getting even worse.

"NONONONONONONONONONONO! You evil! YOU EVIL!" a sigh sounded from where ever the speaker was.

"We can't wait much longer. Luckily I have all your bodies ready. I really am sorry about this." Wheatley stopped shaking for a bit. Sorry? Out of nowhere Space started screaming. This was different. It was a scream of intense pain, fear, and hatred. It slowly got quieter, then stopped.

"Oops. I lied. I'm not sorry." The optic dimmed until it was black and the lids slowly closed. The tube still 'swallowed' him. It wormed towards the fried fact sphere and 'swallowed' him too. It then turned towards Wheatley. Slowly and carefully, it moved forward. Wheatley was shaking harder then ever. He shut his lids tight as possible and waited. His sensors picked up a slight temperature change and he heard another scream. That must have been Rick.

Wheatley plopped down in the center of a spherical chamber with a flat floor. In the center hung GLaDOS, the most evil A.I in the world. Her whole body was black. The back of her was covered by a light 'armor' and her face plate was also white. A slightly off center rectangle was cut into it to let a slightly smaller and rounded rectangle to peek through. In the center of that rectangle was a yellow circle. Her optic.

"Welcome back, moron." Another vent lowered from the ceiling and spurted confetti while a noisemaker blew. "Are you ready to feel extreme pain? For science?" She wasn't exaggerating. The pain was excruciating. I finally passed the line into blissful unconsciousness.

A/N: Hope you're liking it. You know what to do. R&R.