Chapter 3
"-Farfetched I know," Maryx said, concluding her explanation on her origins as far as World That Never Was went, she didn't see a need to go as far back as her history living on Sanskrit as a organic. "But there you go." she shrugged, her ears picking of snippets of sounds from everywhere, Wheatley watched them twist and rotate around on the sides of her head fascinated.
"Well, yeah, I guess. I would have said sad, really so you can't feel anything?" he wasn't even going to bother with the fact of 'exactly how can a robot lose it's heart?'
she tilted her head a little "Oh I can still feel plenty emotion, mind you my little friend, It's my emotions, not my intelligence that are artificial." which in all honesty was a pretty good summary of herself, he brain wasn't really artificial it came from her own organic one, she just had to create a emotion program for herself. Piece of proverbial cake.
"Oh." he said, nodding like he understood, when in truth. He had no clue. "But what are you doing here?"
"That's just my problem, I haven't a clue. I remember entering the Corridor with Luxord, but I've no recollection of knowing if I'm in the right place or what out Mission was, Luxord didn't tell me. So apparently we separated and I'm unable to return to our stronghold"
"Oh, shame." he said, but after hearing her story, he wasn't surprised to see her shrug, indifferent on her own predicament. She didn't seem worried at all even artificially.
"Life's a journey, not a destination Wheatley." she said, picking him up again and patting his hull, he looked up at her in thought
"Suppose that sounds about right," he looked down casually and jolted himself rather violently, and making Maryx nearly drop him "AHH! Oh god!"
"What! What's wrong?" she hissed, almost jumping on to the handrail with him in her arms.
"Nothing nothing I just looked down, AGHH! Did it again!" he slammed his optic shutter shut tight with a loud snap. "Please for the life of me don't drop me!"
She looked down and guess she was going to either have to jump or bend some metal. She patted the rattled sphere comfortingly and started walking down a set of stairs pulled from the walls and the original railway until she hit bottom,
Wheatley sighed, squinting at her and shaking his optic, feeling rather jealous of her abilities, "You don't even try when you go about doing that do you?"
She chuckled pleasantly looking back at her handiwork. Nothing special a simple spiral staircase was all it was really. "On some things, no I really don't have to try."
