He always felt better when tapping in to the strange pods of light that scattered the areas—and it was no real surprise when he started giving in more and more to the delightful sensations running through his circuitry and his skin (and what an odd thought that was). No matter if the monsters got to him, no matter if the robots failed or if Catherine wasn't speaking, those pods—the WAU, she had informed him, and chided him of—were always there to greet him and mend him back to health.
He was glad for their existence, and little by little they were glad of his own. They made him feel human, and they were happy to share themselves with him. He knew, on some moral level, that it was wrong of him to abuse such a thing, but he simply couldn't help himself. Though he wished that none of this had to happen to him, he enjoyed his conscious time regardless and was soon getting used to his body again.
It was strange being in this world.
Though it wasn't as lonely with the odd and glowing, seemingly fleshy veins, lining the wall connecting to a lone pod of light that seemingly drained the area of energy and life. Sure he felt bad when he accidentally killed somebody, but it was worth it to end their suffering in order to progress. He wouldn't have made it to Omicron otherwise. Catherine had been a help... to some degree, but it was the WAU that let him retain his sanity.
He wished he had something a little more physical to rely on, but the fleshy pods were as close to human as he would get in terms of companionship.
Tapping into them was painful at first, blinding and searing heat, but the heat faded and what was left was a pleasant tingling sensation in his body, and he felt more alive with each passing use. He'd grown fond of the stuff, but one could easily compare that to a drug addiction.
On the plus side, at least he didn't have to worry about his brain bleeding anymore.
He finds a strange sort of happiness whenever the WAU is around, though he blames that on his gentle addiction to the feeling of tapping into it, and despite everything telling him otherwise, and the mysterious glitches commanding him to destroy it—he... almost doesn't want to. His own selfishness, but what kind of person would he be if he held no selfishness. He's just a guy from Toronto who has no idea how this world works, and what little left of humanity he had was stored in an outdated brain scan, he had no real emotion, and the thought troubled him.
The WAU made him feel more... alive... human.
It was all he really had left.
He doesn't regret what he had done when he abused his tapping, but he's going to miss it when it's gone. If it goes, providing it wishes to leave... or had it already left? Maybe he was just becoming a new vessel for the thing to take hold of? What an odd thought that would be.
The only thing he regrets is agreeing to that damn brain scan.