In a few days, Wheatley soon found himself testing the Propulsion gel. Wheatley really didn't want to test this one. He knew it would be like skating, and Wheatley had never been that good at skating. At first, Wheatley had started out slow, but not for long. The properties of the gel had caused Wheatley to start speeding up and end up on the other side of the one kilometre passageway. Next was gel and portal testing. He was supposed to run on Propulsion gel through a hallway and jump on the Repulsion gel at the end of the Propulsion gel. Then, he was supposed to land on a portal, and end up shooting out another portal like a bullet, or flinging, as Wheatley called it. To prevent breaking his bones, Wheatley was instructed to land in the pool of water, until further notice. Winston, his instructor, had told him Aperture was working on a substitute for water, that prevents fall damage.

"So, you're telling me, that I'm supposed to try to fall into a bloody portal, and shoot out another one, into a pool of water, and try not to hit the wall and die. Really, gymnastics have never been my thing."

"Naw, get the right momentum, and you'll do fine. As Cave Johnson always says, we'll pay for your funeral bill!" That didn't really motivate Wheatley. Wheatley prayed for a miracle, and did the test. He ran on the Propulsion gel and jumped on the Repulsion gel, landed on the gel and gained a high altitude. The hardest part was landing in the portal. Of course, with such a large altitude, he had lots of time to get into the right position. Of course, that was also meant lots of time to regret doing this. He got into vertical pencil position and shot through the portals. He spread out his arms to slow himself down and landed in the water.

"I'm never, doing that again! Can we do any less-dangerous tests? Like maybe testing a new gel?" cried Wheatley spitting out water from his mouth.

"Well, you're in luck. This is the final portal-gel testing. Next are the mantis men tests."

"Yeah, I've heard about them. What the 'ell are they?" Wheatley asked, wringing out his Aperture T-shirt. He picked his ear, and thumped the side of his head.

"No, they're not exactly a test. They're the horrible outcome of a test. Inserting praying mantis DNA into humans is a bad idea. They've taken over the second level and have killed all our men. Just follow the yellow line, and bring a weapon. Rifles are Cave's preferred weapons, but I prefer shotguns." Wheatley followed the yellow line, and joined the crowd of armed men. He picked up a rifle, and stepped into the elevator.

"BLOODY 'ELL!" he screamed on seeing the mantis men. They were exactly like something from a science fiction movie! With the head of a mantis and body of a man, they carried blood-stained daggers and pistols. The men charged out of the elevators and started shooting. The mantis men were easily provoked and started shooting and throwing their knives. In the end, Wheatley was lying on the ground, dagger in his side. He was bleeding and screaming. Two men picked him up and placed him in the elevator with the other injured men. The worst of them was Wheatley; all the others had scratches at worst. Soon, Wheatley blacked out from loss of blood.

When Wheatley woke up, he was in a hospital. Doctors and nurses were crowded around him. They told him that he was going to be fine.

"So son, how did you get into a fight?"

"What fight?" Wheatley asked confusedly. He got up and rubbed his side. The wound had been replaced with a layer of stitches. "Oh you mean the one with the mantis men?"

"Um, okay. So, you were in a gang fight?" as the doctor finished Wheatley got up from his bed.

"No, I mean actual mantis men, from Aperture. Look, I really need to get back to testing. Can any of you show me to Aperture Laboratories?" All the doctor were puzzled completely.

"What do you mean, Aperture?" one asked.

"You know, the government research facility?"

"You mean Black Mesa? That's not possible, that's in Mexico. Or are you talking about Aperture Shower Fixtures?"

"Um, yeah, yeah! So where is this shower factory? Possibly close by?" Wheatley asked pulling the collar of his shirt.

"No, it's actually a few miles away. But we'll bring you there, if, you can pay for it."

"Pff, I have a bloody hundred twenty! I could buy the world if I wanted!" Wheatley smirked. They brought him to a taxi, and Wheatley said his thanks to the doctors. He got inside and told the driver to drive to Aperture Shower Fixtures.

"Don't you mean Aperture Science Innovators?" said the driver with a twinkle in his eye.

"Doug? What are you doing? Is it even legal for you to drive a taxi?"

"Well, driving you home, and yes. Henry told me about you and told me to pick you up. And let's just say that the taxi company is now a lot richer. Oh, and this is a special taxi. Aperture kind of added Propulsion gel to the wheels. Okay, I added the gel, but don't tell anyone." Wheatley chuckled and strapped his seatbelt. Doug stepped on the gas and soon the taxicab was doing seventy an hour.

"So how's testing?"

"It was amazing mate! The Quantum Tunnelling Device was the best! And I even managed to earn a hundred and twenty dollars!"

"Seriously man?"

"Yup, Ca…"Wheatley had forgot that the new portal gun was top secret and said instead, "Can you believe it? Easy work, easy money! How's yours?"

"I switched over to the GLaDOS project. Actually, the coding. Leave the engineers to build the thing. I managed to find about sixteen glitches in the coding. It was crazy, you'd think people with PhDs in computers would at least check over their work." Doug looked over his shoulder and turned a corner.

"Blast! It's the police! Gotta go faster! Faster! Fly into orbit!" Wheatley looked behind him and saw the police Doug was talking about.

"What d'ya mean by orbit mate?" Doug ignored Wheatley and started driving in circles.

"Oh god it's your schizophrenia isn't it? Oh God, I think we're not going to make it." Wheatley hopped out the car and ran up to a police car.

"Hey, is your friend drunk or something?" Wheatley jumped into the back of the police car.

"No, he has schizophrenia! Um, can you just, follow him?" The car sped off after Doug, with no possible way of catching up.