It had been a year since he had been forcibly removed from her body and shot into space and, surprisingly, Wheatley had not lost his mind. This was a considerable feat taking into account that his only companion was the Space Core. Aptly named, Wheatley had often thought to himself as he listened to the endless rambles about his joy of being in the outer limits.
In the beginning, though, it hadn't been quite as easy for he was in sore straits for someone to converse with. He had tried swapping interesting anecdotes with Space Core but it usually began and ended with both trying to talk over the other, Wheatley hopelessly annoyed and his companion hopelessly ignorant.
After these thwarted conversational attempts, the little core began to get the habit of talking less and thinking more. At first, he would usually muse about that unnamed test subject who had hooked him up to Glados's body. This would usually lead to his deep regrets of the events that unfolded afterward and culminated in him wallowing in self-pity for a few days.
Finally realizing that thinking of those particular events did him no good, Wheatley looked around for other objects to occupy his mind and found them in great supply around him. The great vastness of space surrounded him but it was filled with beautiful stars that looked as though little cores had been scattered around the universe and were pleasantly winking at him. The earth itself was just as gorgeous in its colorful majesty and he took pleasure in watching the clouds swirl around it. As for the moon, after he had thoroughly observed it throughout its many phases, he began to understand why so many humans were obviously enamored with it and felt great remorse for mocking that woman for gazing at it.
Many months of peaceful observation had finally made him calm enough to think about his past and now he rather enjoyed musing about all the memories he possessed and he did so on a regular basis, always ending with the thought that if he were to ever see the woman again, he would apologize to her profusely.
Today, he looked at his only friend expectantly and said, "Guess what mate? We've been in space a whole year!"
"Yay! We're in space!" Space Core replied with the same exuberance he always had.
"And you know what? We're both still alive! And I haven't gone mad! Isn't that great?"
"Spaaaaaaaaaaaaaace!"
"Exactly! You know what I think we should do? We should celebrate a little bit! Of course, I don't know how but…"
"Sing in space!"
"You know what? That's a great idea."
With that, Space Core began to sing in a voice that would suit even the greatest operatic bass. Wheatley just stared at the core as he flawlessly continued his Italian piece.
"Full of surprises aren't you mate?" he finally murmured.
Still half-listening to the song, Wheatley closed his eyes and thought. Not about that woman, not about Glados, but way back. When he was first created…