What Wheatley and the cyborg boy found going further was a corridor that everybody knew, and it led to a place everybody knew.

I had been there four times.

empatheticAmazon had been there thrice.

Wheatley had been there for too many times to count.

GLaDOS…

Lived in there.

"Here we are. We walk down the road to Her, and She will kill us. If She's, um, awake."

"Do you remember hearing her? Because I don't."

"You insist She's dead? Well, you're the brain here, I'll believe you. Not that I'm a moron or anything."

"Off we go."

The cyborg boy carried Wheatley further, and it turned out they were right for one of the rare times. The chassis lay there, motionless and speechless, and no one was turning her on. Not the announcer, not Wheatley, not the cyborg boy, not me, no one.

"There She is… What a nasty piece of work She was."

"She was the lead of Aperture. Don't you dare talk about her in such disrespectful words."

"Yeah? She killed nearly everyone and guess who killed her? A human. This human then escaped and nobody's ever seen him since."

"Then interdimensionalPortaller returned and redesigned everything in her own image?"

"No. Sorry to disappoint you, but there are points where I am smarter. History of Aperture being one of them."

"Okay… Wheatley, and never Intelligence Dampening Sphere."

"Then nothing happened. Imagine sitting on a bench in a white room, for a hundred years. That's what the rest of the past is like."

"And then there's the present?"

"Excellent. And we're escaping now, at present, at the precise this moment, your pick. Now let's see here… exit exit exit… there's the sky above. We'll have to go up. To the sky, to space, again your pick."

"As in, what? Climbing?"

"Heh heh. No, human, the escape lift. It's installed in this chamber, and there must be a switch somewhere to activate it."

"A plan crazy enough to work." The cyborg boy dropped Wheatley on top of GLaDOS, as he was not an important part of the plan, and went around looking for a switch in that place where the personality cores' connections were monitored.

He flipped a bunch of switches etc. on and Wheatley was attached to GLaDOS.

"Auxiliary cores detected attached to the mainframe. Proceeding to activate the mainframe."

"It's okay, I can- AH! You GLUED me onto Her! Now She'll be SURE to kill me! You moronic monster!" Wheatley shouted, but his voice became silent to the outside as he did.

The coming-to-life GLaDOS then swung around a bit like a distressed damsel, and finally corrected herself to give impression of a deadly omnipotent artificial intelligence and not a distressed damsel.

The ever-talkative and polite announcer was first to talk. "Welcome, Mainframe Sphere, to the Inter-Dimensional's Computer-Aided Enrichment Center."

"You are kidding me." GLaDOS wanted to turn back a snarky response, but instead said: "Hold on…"

She looked around her environment and noticed the cyborg boy. "I knew it. The wanna-be ruler of Aperture Science finally took it over, renamed it and put me nowhere in his machine. And not to mention hung that little moron onto me."

Wheatley tried to shout "I am NOT! A MORON!" but only GLaDOS heard him.

"Yes, you are- I mean, he is. I am sure Wheatley is the dumbest moron who ever lived, and frankly the echo of my voice being the only thing he hears would be a great punishment. And as for this guy, I'll again assume he is in charge…"

The announcer delivered his deal. "I'm sorry, but the Intelligence Dampening Sphere's human clone hasn't renamed Aperture Science to Inter-Dimensional. It is purely for reasons behind the fourth wall, and I'm the official spokesman of the new management on this side of the fourth wall."

"You mean the Business Magnet is not in charge?"

"Absolutely not."

"Ah, then he is just another worthless test subject. Mr. Test Subject, I have one last thing to do before you lapse into seventy-five years or so of testing. I don't have the actuarial tables, so I'm approximating. Pull precisely this switch."

The cyborg boy pulled the switch. A rocket turret attacked GLaDOS and knocked Wheatley off.

"That's right. The moron is just better off dying a horrible death, rather than living a horrible death, and I am feeling this way."

The rocket turret aimed at the cyborg boy and shot, but he ran away and saved himself.

"Now, pull the same switch back. You don't want to kill yourself."

The cyborg boy turned the switch back, and the rocket turret retracted.

Wheatley started spilling his speeches onto the whole world and not just GLaDOS. "Hey, check it out! I can hear everything! And see everything! Not overwhelmed by Her voice and programming. You have NO idea what it was like."

"Moron, I need you to be silent for a while so I can sound more deadly."

"Very well. Silence… no sound."

"The Business Magnet, since you again went through the chores of an Aperture Science…"

The announcer, well, announced: "Call it Inter-Dimensional."

"Straifghtforward, if odd. The Business Magnet, since you again went through the chores of an Inter-Dimensional employee and attached that moron core onto me, and since you happen to be the only test subject around, you're going to have to test. And I'm going to have to watch. And the rightful order shall be restored."

GLaDOS then used her robotic claws to deliberately hurt the cyborg boy and have him move around, as well as try to crush Wheatley so such trouble would never happen again, and chuckled. "You know what just crossed my mind? I'm sure you will make such a great test subject."

She used a final barely stretching arm to stab the cyborg boy again and push him into the cold, not serving its purpose, incinerator. He fell in nicely, and Wheatley watched it with his last conscious thought.