Chapter threeeee~
Btw, I've done 10 chapters on this already. And I've noticed that it is so very slow, so I apologise in advance for that.
GLaDOS began work on the project right away. She had identified two more files with information to the topic, and had concluded that the project was abandoned in planning stages. Now, however many years later, she would take it up and make it a reality.
First, she needed a design. What humanoid shape would be the most uncomfortable, shocking, awkward and inadaptable to a core? She went over a million different designs, and finally settles on an absurdly tall (tall enough to hit it's head when going through a door) skinny design with long, thin arms and legs. Try getting used to this one in time for testing. She went over his memory of what flaws he had, other than the obvious stupidity. Hmm, cracked optic. A constant annoyance for him to deal with. Annoying glitch when he twitched and sparked every so often? Throw that in. deteriorating battery life? Check. Hmm. She'll make the list longer when she get's round to it. now, to figure out how to build something like this...
It took 3 days, but she finally had a design that would function and be annoying at the same time. In the time of designing, she decided on a few features that would throw him off. First, the central processers were ridiculously exposed, meaning that they could be damaged very easily. The rubbery skin she decided to use to cover the whole bot would be very thin and tearable, meaning the slightest graze would render the whole bot venerable to water. Overall, it was a purposely flawed design, and it would suit him perfectly. GLaDOS adapted several assembly machines to suit the job, and had gathered materials to build this android. There was only on piece of the plan left missing.
Beep.
Aperture Science Equipment Location Protocol Activated. All Aperture Science Technologies Outside The Facility Will Be Tracked. Please Select Any-
"Yes yes, whatever." GLaDOS shut off the announcer. She watched a large image of earth appear on the screen. A large yellow dot indicated the location of the facility. Two small red dots were located somewhat near the facility, but it was the ones located above the earth GLaDOS needed. Unfortunately, there was no tag to tell her what they were, so she decided to bring all of them down. No need for Aperture technology floating around for Black Mesa to find anyway. She selected all of the floating dots, and activated the protocol.
Beep
Aperture Science Technology Recovery Protocol On Selected Objects S-
GLaDOS shut the announcer off. This was going to be fun. She opened a wireless channel to her target that she never thought she would use.
"Hello again, Moron."
"Space." The yellow optic of the core darted around frantically. "Space, space, I'm in space, I love space, space stars, space ships, space cops, space cops! Space. Gottaseeitallgottaseeitallgottaseeitall. Space, stars! Orion, Cassiopeia, The Big Dipper! The Big Dipper! Space, space unicorn! Stars, stars, stars! So much space, gotta see it all-"
The core spun around in the vacuum, orbiting another core. This core's optic shutters were closed. Every now and again it twitched- if it was back in the oxygenated atmosphere of earth, sparks would of flown out of the casing of the core. It opened it's shutters slightly, taking in the same old same old view of blackness and little pinpricks of stars. A small sigh escaped his vocal processors. How long has it been? A year? Ten years? His internal clock stopped working when she crushed him. He opened his optic wider, sighing at the crack that split his vision in two. Dust and dirt from space had gotten into the crack, making the crack even more obvious and annoying. He blinked a few times in a vain attempt to clear the dust, then closed his optic shutters again. There was nothing else to do out here than think, and Wheatley did not want to think about anything thing. His thoughts always drifted to the lady. How she trusted him, the way she jumped when he told her to say 'apple', her following him through the facility, counting on him to find the way, the expression when she was finally going free, and then that expression when he had stopped the elevator, the way she beat on the glass in frustration as he uttered those words "Actually, why do we have to leave right now?". And finally, her burnt and bloodied form flying across the room from the stalemate button, and her face as he was knocked out of her hands by her, the alarm, regret and... satisfaction he saw as he flew away into the vacuum.
"Space." Wheatley sighed. He looked around. Further off, he could make out the green optic of the adventure sphere, and sometimes thought he could see a portal gun floating around every now and again. Other than that, there was nothing el-
Aperture Science Technology Recovery Protocol On Selected Objects S-
Wait. What was tha-
"Hello again, Moron."
He froze. No, it can't be.
Eve was spying on the central AI chamber through a series of cameras she hacked. GLaDOS was up to something, she could feel the vibrations in the code spreading through the facility. Something was going on in the manufacturing area. She would of checked it out if-
Aperture Science Technology Recovery Protocol On Selected Objects S-
The announcer was cut off in the middle of the message. Several of the cores stared discussing what this could mean. Was the central AI bringing back the lady? Or was she-
"Is she bringing that moron back?"
"Why would she?"
"Revenge? Face it; space is way too good for him. She must have other, better ideas for him."
"I have some good ideas for that little idiot."
"Shut up Aggression core. We do not need 101 ways to torture an AI right now."
"Fine then..."
"Hey, what's Hacker up to?" Eve opened her optic.
"I'm in the Central AI Chamber right now. Nothing so far..." she shut her optic again. The other cores gathered around Eve expectantly. Waiting to see what would happen.
Wheatley helplessly watched an Equipment Recovery robot approach him. Two others had already got Rick and the portal gun, and a third was heading for space. Rick was fighting in vain against the robot holding him. The robot approaching Wheatley grabbed his upper handle. He winced at the tight grip on the sensitive appendage. He felt a slight tug, and suddenly he was slowly drifting back towards Earth.
"Oh no. Oh no. No! No no no no no no no!" This was it. He was going back to Her. And She would most likely kill him.
He noticed, after a while, that they were speeding up the closer they got to Earth.
"SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCEEEEEEEEE!" Wheatley heard the space core screaming. They entered the Earth's atmosphere. He started to feel very hot. No, wait, his casing was starting to glow. His vision flickered as the inside circuits started to melt. All he could feel was burning pain- all he could see was blinding white. Then his optic shorted out. He struggled around, blinded before shorting out completely and-
CRASH
Eve jerked out of the camera view of the central AI chamber. Everybody was looking around, trying to find the cause of the massive crash that they'd just heard.
"Something crashed into GLaDOS's chamber." She reported. She went back to the camera, waiting for the smoke to clear.
"What is it?"
"Can't see right now, give it a minute." The smoke slowly cleared, and Eve could make out three smashed cores and a blackened portal gun.
"Is it the moron?"
"Yes."
Wheatley slowly rebooted. His optic came back online, and he tried to blink away the new cracks that spiderwebbed across his vision. A few pieces of glass fell out of his optic. He looked around, making out the shapes of the other cores through the cracks.
"Hello, and welcome back to the Aperture Science Computer Aided Enrichment Centre." Wheatley spun around. The cold yellow optic stared down at him. There were some beeps and whirrs from around him as the other cores rebooted.
"I'm surprised all three of you made it back in one piece. Even more about the fact you still work." She loomed over the space core. He whimpered and attempted to retract into his scorched and dented casing.
"It seems like you need a bit of fixing doing to you though. As well as the large hole you punched into the ceiling. Don't worry, I'll see to that."
Wheatley blinked in surprise.
"You brought us back to fix us? Wow, I never expected this. After what I did, well, to you, I was more expecting that you would crush me under one of the Mashy-Spike-Plates or incinerate me on sight. Uh, well, I'm not giving you any suggestions, by all means, go ahead and fix me, I was just saying that this is unexpected of you."
Four claws came down from the ceiling to pick up the cores and what was left of the portal device.
"I thought it would be a good idea to not have Aperture equipment lying around for Black Mesa to find." GLaDOS stated. Wheatley's optic widened in shock.
"You really mean-"
"And I also decided to take the time to kill you." Now it contacted to a pinprick. He should of known it was too good to be true. His casing grated as he turned to look down. The claw lifted him away from the others to suspend him over the emergency intelligence incinerator. Well, this is how it ends, he thought to himself. Waves of fear washed through him as he closed his optic, waiting for the claw to release it's grip and to feel the burning heat on his casing.
"But killing you instantly would be too kind." Wheatley opened his optic shutters a crack, and made out the receding form of the incinerator. Relief washed over him. He wasn't going to die. This was great! Amazing, bloody amazing!
"I have better plans for you."
Oh.
so, introduction of everyone's favourite moron! except, if, you don't like Wheatley of course. I've decided with Wheatley that he won't be a slow idiot that can't tell left from right, and has a bit of common sense, but is overly still optimistic.