GLaDOS paced up and down her chamber, her footsteps sharply echoing, the only audible noise. Her eyelids firmly concealing her optics, her black gloved hands tightly clenched as she felt the time draw near. For a split second, she hoped it would not come. But cores should not be programmed with optimism.

Almost like clockwork, once her heel had turned for another drawn out pace, the speakers came online. Static crackled, breaking the near silence, and a chirpy yet determined voice came through. Her eyes snapped open in annoyance, her golden optics flashing with hatred.

"Oy oy, don't worry! I'm back! Chell, I'm coming to rescue you. Be sure of that. But, like, once I find out where I am, because that could be a problem..."

"Moron, quit connecting to Aperture FM. She's not here, it's ME."

"Ha! Think you can fool me that easily, do you? No, once I get to Earth, I'm there. In the facility like THAT. Saving her from our plans most certainly. At the moment, the moon is the big thing that's pulling us, according to the Space Enthusiast, but I'm fairly certain that once I hit the moon, I can jump of it and land on Earth. Space Physics..."

GLaDOS screamed internally, burying her face in her hands. Merely a couple of days after being in space, his one companion drifted away, Wheatley had discovered that he was able to use radio, with the only station he knew being Aperture. She had attempted blocking his transmissions, and turning all the sound down in the facility. Day 5, he must have discovered he could somehow override all of that, due to it being wireless. Today was Day 27, and she couldn't take it any more. 6 hour long transmissions. Pleading to talk to the dangerous monster. But worst of all was the mindless chatter, and that half of the time was usually spent humming.

"...Yep, that sounds like a pretty good plan from my side. See? I'm making it all up to you, luv. Just keep testing, and I'll be there when I can. Oh, and as always: I promise from the bottom of my code never to ever be horrible to you again. Yes."

"CHELL IS NOT HERE!"

"WELL, I KNOW SHE'S STILL ALIVE AND I'M COMING TO RESCUE HER! YOU CAN'T STOP ME! Heh, Still Alive..."

GLaDOS listened to him hum 'Still Alive'

GLaDOS listened to his out of tune rendition of 'Tea for the Tillerman'

GLaDOS listened to him hum inexplicably 'Happy Birthday'

There was a pause.

GLaDOS listened to him hum 'Still Alive'.

Again.

And again.

And once more, but remixed so it lasted 50 minutes.

Then she snapped.

"THAT'S IT! IF YOU WANT TO GET TO EARTH THEN SO BE IT! I DON'T CARE HOW! I NO LONGER HAVE AN SLITHER OF PATIENCE WITH SUCH AN INCOMPETENT ANDROID SUCH AS YOURSELF!" She screamed, her pitch going higher and higher.

"I shall use all of my scientific expertise to drag you back, and then violently throw you out, praying that the elements cause all your joints to rust and all your limbs to fall off. I wish you will die in agony, your simulated pain as real as possible, and will go to Android Hell for eternity. With the knowledge that nobody loves you."

GLaDOS concluded, temples leaking black coolant, smoothing down her lab coat and trying to hear the morons response. For a brief and sweet moment, she thought for once he was speechless. But it was worse: the white noise coming through the speakers was his laughter, muffled slightly as if his hands were trying to cover his idiotic grin.

"Brilliant!" He laughed.

The transmission ended.