A spherical metal ball was floating aimlessly in Space. He had a bright blue cracked optic. In this state, you may feel sorry for him, but don't. He's a monster. He was a monster, floating in space. A monster that went against his one and only friend and tried to kill her. A useless monster that's nearing the end of his life. A monster of a moron.

His name is Wheatley.

His optic traveled to the other lifeless metal ball floating near him. The core with yellow sunburst optic had long run out of battery and stopped spacing out. Despite the nonstop rant about space, Wheatley felt a little lonely without his space partner. He finds silence unnerving and lonely. He can't stand silence.

For the last 4 months, all he did was to think about the mistakes he did. All he did was ponder of what will happen if he just exercised self-control over himself, if he just didn't throw them into the bowels of Aperture. What would happen if he just let Chell go? What would happen if he had never planned to kill Chell and the Potato Battery in the first place? He knew one thing, and that thing is that this would never happen to him.

But Why? That's the question I should be asking myself. Why did I go all bloody mad just being in that chassis?

The answer was obvious, of course. The overwhelming power he had gained and the weight of the responsibilities that come along with it. The pressure of everything waiting to be done was too much and SHE had to pipe up and insult him! Poor ol' Wheatley's too weak to handle it.

"Battery Level: 2%"

Is this the end? Is this how it's going to end for poor little Wheatley? He'll die in space because he lost power? Is that even a proper death?! He chuckled. A once omnipotent AI is going to die in space. How sad this is going to be.

Then he thought, Can I have a peaceful death?

It seems highly unlikely for him to have a peaceful death; with all the mistakes he'd done haunting him. He'd like to die happy, for once. He hasn't felt death yet. This is a once in a lifetime experience. Why not make it a happy one?

But how can I make it happy?

Delete your memories. A voice behind his mind told him. That wouldn't be too hard.

Wheatley considered it for a few moments. Erase his memories and forget about everything he has done. Forget the pain of being rejected by his friend. Escape the pain he had brought upon himself. It was a good idea. It would surely make him happy.

He had breathed a breath he did not need before proceeding to what he thought was the best decision of his life.

A crackle of static.

"Intelligence Dampening Sphere: Online."

The optic of the core looked in all directions, scanning his surroundings. Endless darkness.

"Where am I?" He asked to no one in particular. "Hello? Can... Can someone tell me where I am?" He started to tremble in fear. "Hello? Is- is there anyone there?"

"Battery Level: 1% Shutting down."

And with that, the bright blue optic of the Intelligence Dampening Sphere faded and he had fallen into an endless sleep in the lonely clutches of Space.

Until, that is, someone finds him and recharges him. He'll live to be free another day.