Wheatley would've begged to differ.
"Space, Yay. Yay to space. Hooray to space. Big, big space. Big dark space. I'm in space. I love you, space" said the corrupted core known as the "Space Sphere" "Oh! Here's a comet, glowing! Glowing comet in space. Space. Space. Space. I love space. I'm in space."
The Intelligence Dampening Sphere, or, as he preferred to be called, Wheatley, Sighed. He could've turned off the frequency that allowed the two robots to communicate with each other (If what the Space Sphere was doing counted as "communicating") , but in a way, Wheatley preferred listening to the Space Sphere prattles than just the silence of well…space.
"Space! Space of space. With Space in it. I'm in space. I can see Mars. Because I'm in space"
But not by much, at least he made Wheatley look smart by comparison.
Wheatley was, as much as he hated to admit it …not a genius. He didn't tend to think before he acted, or at all. But out here? That's the only thing he could do. That wouldn't be so bad or even good to his broken ego, if he could think about anything beside how horrible he was.
He played one of the earlier moments from his memory bank. All his life he had to act nice and friendly, being a small, limbless and kind of useless robot ,he had to get people to help him and to do stuff for him-even when he couldn't stand them. He had to ignore the insults people and humans were throwing at him, he just rolled his "eye", laughed and went on to asking them if they could do just this tiny tiny little favor for him, that would be just great. And then, the first time he was the "Strong" one …he couldn't give up on it so fast. He liked feeling powerful, more than anything, and he got a bit carried away ….
No, that's not an excuse. that is so much not an excuse that it's…. REALLY not an excuse, not for what he did to…to… that girl. He could've killed her, if not in that…pit, wherever that led to, he could have killed her in his tests or in his death traps and…death options or those bloody bombs.
That's got to be the Mainframe's fault, right? He could never kill someone.
He searched for something in his memory bank, most of the stuff there was rather dull, – he didn't mind, of course; he was one of dullness biggest fans. "Better dull then being crushed, smashed, Incinerated or ripped to shreds'' could be his motto, if it was catchier. And it also helped him find one of the only exciting things that happened to him before the whole escape thing.
Her takeover.
It was terrifying, although, through most of it, he was panicking and screaming on his rail, forgetting that the Neurotoxin doesn't affect him. He was never humanity's biggest fan, but seeing all those people lying dead like that was just… he said terrifying already, right?
He never thought he could kill someone, but was it just because he never had the power to do it? He was really that close to kill her, just for… some automated machine that…that…
Even after all of that, he couldn't really bring himself to hate the solution euphoria properly. He knew what it turned him into but he just couldn't be disgusted by it as he should.
All of this made him feel even worse; he wanted to think that he, what he considered as himself, the talkative and friendly him, had nothing to do with this monster that was connected to the mainframe. But even his own thoughts kept proving him wrong, he wished his memory bank had a "Delete" Option.
"Space. I'm in Space. Space. Space. Space is big. Space" Wheatley heard a voice behind him say
"At least one of us is happy, mate" said Wheatley quietly.
And then there's the entire "designed to be stupid" thing. "Intelligence Dampening Sphere", that's how she called him, He always tried to be smarter: he read books, he tried learning big words and even tried to take a break every day for "Thinking time" a while ago, but there's no point because he'll always say stuff without thinking ,he'll always make bad decisions, that's how he was build.
He felt that his circuits are starting to ache and his processor starting to overheat, so he stopped that train of thoughts. "If serious thinking is always this painful "he said to himself "no wonder I never did it before". He did this kind of stuff a lot, for … he turned off the little calendar on his view screen when it started to depress him, so let's just say "Since he got trapped in space". Can you get trapped in space? Can you even be trapped somewhere bigger then where you were before? And earth is technically IN space…so… was he freed? No, that doesn't sound right…
Beside his own thoughts and the Space Sphere's babbling, he could also hear the small, depressing blipping coming from himself, indicating that his distress signal is still working.
He didn't have much hopes for it, because of Aperture Science's fear of its competitors getting their hands on AP A.I technology, the distress signal can only be received with other Aperture equipment, bu-
A strange, loud noise stopped his train of thoughts.