The announcer then began speaking in a manner which may be OOC because I don't personally know him.
"Hello, and welcome to the Inter-Dimensional's Computer-Aided Enrichment Center. We are currently experiencing a management change due to fourth wall-related reasons. However, even in this difficult time with no real management to handle science, results must still be collected, no matter what Cave Johnson would say, should he travel forward in time and try to see any of former Aperture Science in here. The portal will open and free-for-all testing will begin in three. Two. One."
A portal in what is actually the Relaxation Vault, and nothing like the thing I woke up in, opened and the cyborg boy entered, Marrissa following him and being highly amused that the portal's view included a Relaxation Vault identical to theirs and two test subjects walking into the wall as well.
With this assumption, you could measure Marrissa's amusement, or, in her own terms, "o-mouthing" level, when, when they were on the other side of the portal, the other side also featured the two mirror reflections that weren't really mirror reflections because of the current spacetime continuum bending. The cyborg boy simply led her, because he never explains stuff neither when he is writing stories with me as his marionette nor when he is guiding someone through a deadly facility and never headquarters.
The next room should have been banned as a test but as it served as a simple introduction it was useful. The cyborg boy picked up the cube without a heart, meaning it was not plot-relevant. Marrissa, due to an attention deficit, examined the big red button and leant onto it, pressing it and opening the circular door with a blue simplistic piece of artwork similar to the Portal 2 logo. The cyborg boy then entered through the door, carrying the cube which proably should have been hard, to the fizzler, where it dissolved but as it had no hearts no one was killed and the horrible fanfic writer WASN'T ALSO A SERIAL KILLER WHICH WAS BAD AND MUST HAVE BEEN RECTIFIED. Marrissa didn't realize her next Wheatley wasn't returning and was left alone in the chamber to become not just with a short attention span but outright insane and also dyslexic.
The next test was some sort of freaky portal roulette that also shouldn't have been made by Inter-Dimensional. Click one button, portal opens, take cube, click second button, portal opens, drop it on a button, click third button, portal opens, exit. Come on. Inter-Dimensional can do better than that.
For the test that was numbered 02 but really was the third one, again proving Aperture Science doesn't know the basic laws of logic, Wheatley appeared to further guide the cyborg boy. "Excuse me, but why do you look so blue? Oh, now I see, your girlfriend isn't with you anymore! Hmm."
"Isn't she your girlfriend?"
"But she did call you her next Wheatley and all…"
"You are Wheatley. You are her original love. Don't you remember?"
"Me, being Wheatley? Oh, yes. You see, this announcer has forced me to believe my name was really Intelligence Dampening Sphere. We'll see who's the moron here, whoever you are!"
"Heh heh. Okay, sorry to interrupt you, on to the test," the cyborg boy said and moved on to the artificial floor that supposedly held the artificial portal device that was artificial, but it was really a hologram and I laughed so hard at the one and only moron in this entire fanfic.
"Now you are dead, aren't you. You fell through the fake floor and were killed by height- er, sorry. Electricity. Aperture invented the long fall boots."
"It has been detected that the Intelligence Dampening Sphere needs being reminded of Inter-Dimensional's current name."
"Again. I am Wheatley."
"Well, sorry, Wheatley. It must be in your programming - especially in the comments - that Inter-Dimensional still used to be named Aperture Science. However, this is not in compliance with Inter-Dimensional's policies, which state that any history of the company named, Aperture Science, must be disregarded for the name of science. Please head to the personality construct re-programming bay for further information."
For the cyborg boy, let's say he found the blue-portal-only portal gun, but stayed to examine the colorful panorama of drawings with a familiar style.
"You know what? No. I'm staying here, and repeating the name, "Aperture Science", until you give up."
"Sorry, but neither I nor Inter-Dimensional have time for any arguments coming straight from the speakers of a deliberately designed moron."
"Admit it. There is no Inter-Dimensional, there is no new management, and you're best off just leaving me alone."
"Again, it's not really me. It's the new management. And thus another flaw in your programming is revealed, as you don't believe in the new management and thus are in breach of Inter-Dimensional's policies again."
"You know what? From this moment on, Wheatley, the former construct of Aperture Science, is officially becoming a rebel against this "Inter-Dimensional" nonsense. Detaching from my rail in one. AAAAAHHHH-OW. Am I dead?"
"Oh, yes, you are. Personality constructs were designed to die every time they fell off their rails."
"You're just saying that. You can't really talk to me from the afterlife? I mean, do robots even have an afterlife? She was talking about something called android hell, but she also was just saying that, right?"
"Just admit that Inter-Dimensional exists, okay? Then I can leave you alone in this, as you say, "android hell"."
"Okay." Wheatley started speaking really slowly. "Inter-Dimensional exists."
"Very well. Thank you, and good luck doing android punishments for your android sins."
"HA! Just was fooling with you there. Still a rebel. Rebel rebel rebel rebel rebel."
"Sorry, but my zone of influence extends only to Inter-Dimensional, not android hell. You are officially on your own. Good luck."