Reboot Complete

Chell bit back a groan as she slowly regained consciousness. She felt like she had been hit by an Aperture Science Bridge Durability Verification Vehicle, and yet her senses felt strangely...dulled.

Wait, how did she know what those trucks were called? How did she know there were trucks? Where was she? And most importantly, why couldn't she feel her legs?

"Hello? Oh, you're awake! Brilliant!"

A quick clatter of footsteps, and Wheatley was there, looking exactly the same as when she had last seen him (when he nearly left her to die, she remembered). Only, why was he so big?

Oh,

Oh, no no no.

Chell was engulfed by a wave of horror so strong she nearly fainted (crashed). She blinked her eyes (eye) rapidly, but everything stayed the same. "What have you done?"

"What have I-" Wheatley was incredulous. "Lady, I saved your life! Far more effectively than any human doctor could, I might add."

Chell fought to remain calm, taking deep breaths before realizing she no longer had any lungs. "Wheatley, this means I'll…" She shuddered, "I'll live forever."

"I know!" Wheatley beamed with pride. "Isn't it great?"

Personality Sphere 1498 has crashed.

"I just don't get it." Wheatley was saying.

As Chell came back online she noticed two things. One: Wheatley had attached her to a management rail. Two: He apparently didn't understand why she wouldn't want to spend eternity as a helpless metal ball.

"Is it the lack of hands thing?" He continued. "We can get you hands later. Although, judging by the way you're looking at me, if you had hands, you'd be punching me with them, so maybe we could wait on that."

"We were supposed to escape."

"Alright, that may be a bit harder now." Wheatley admitted. "But we can always get you one of these hard-light things. Or- or maybe I could carry you for a change?" He looked pleased at the thought.

Chell's eye hardened. "Ever heard of 'three strikes and you're out'?"

"Well, yeah, I have actually-"

Had Chell been in possession of a piece of paper, she would have used it for this. Having neither paper nor hands, she had to settle for ramming him with her body.

"This is for trying to kill me."

Bang!

"This is for nearly leaving me behind."

Bang!

"And this." She said, her voice suddenly ice cold. "Is for making me like this- making me like you."

Bang!

"Three strikes," She said. "You're out."

With that, she somehow managed to engage her rail motors and sped from the room, leaving Wheatley behind once and for all.