Chapter 5. Judging by the view count, I'm guessing people are actually reading this pile of junk. But no reviews. Please, Can someone reveiw? I really want to know how I can do better.

Wheatley felt himself get dropped into a tube. The wind rushed past his auditory processors as he was thrown this way and that. The bumpy ride seemed to last forever, but he was finally shot out- a bit more battered and dented than before- into a room. He landed with a clang.

"OW!" he opened his shutters to look around, then remembered he couldn't see, and closed them again. He could hear humming machines in the background, and there was a definite tense atmosphere. Wheatley knew that something was about to happen, but he didn't know what.

"So, do you care to explain what is going on here?" Wheatley asked.

"A transfer." Wheatley felt a claw pick him up.

"A transfer of what? Ooh, where not doing that again are we-"

"NO, you Moron!"

"I'm being put into a potato right?" GLaDOS was silent.

"Ooh, I knew it, I'm being put into a potato. Just like I did to you. Wait. Will this hurt?"

"What you think?"

"I'm hoping that is a no, but I'll take that as a yes." He was plugged into something.

"But hey, I deserve it. becoming a root vegetable and all-"

Core Transfer To Android_Intelligence_ Initiated

"Just how painful are we talking about he- YYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!"

Wheatley wasn't exaggerating.

All he could feel was burning pain. All through every wire, circuit, port, gear and mechanic in his body, a massive burning pain. It made him wish he was falling through the atmosphere again. And this transfer doesn't end with me being in charge of the facility. More likely a potato. Or whatever an Android Intelligence Dampening is. I bet it's a fancy name for a potato of some kind. He suddenly felt the horrible feeling of his core programs being sucked out of his body. Here we go-

- Core Transfer 10% Complete -

GLaDOS watched the transfer with a feeling of satisfaction. She had already created blueprints for some more cores, and if this was successful, she would get to work right away. If it wasn't- oh well. One less moron to worry about.

- Core Transfer 25% Complete -

Come on, come on. GLaDOS almost wanted this to be successful.

- Core Transfer 33% Complete -

She watched the bar slowly rise. Please don't go wrong, please don't go wrong...

- Core Transfer 50% Complete -

Comeoncomeoncomeon

- Core Transfer 67% Complete -

A growing feeling of suspense. This felt ridiculously unnatural for GLaDOS. It wasn't every day she wanted one of her worst enemies to survive something dangerous.

- Core Transfer 75% Complete -

It must be because it was a new experiment for her. And she wanted a positive result. It was the prospect of forwarding science. Yes, that was it.

- Core Transfer 90% Complete -

She waited.

- Core Transfer 99% Complete -

So close. Come on!

...

It appeared to have frozen. No! GLaDOS looked around the transfer with annoyance. Not right now!

- Core Transfer 100% Complete -

Oh.

- Intelligence_ Has Been Successfully Transferred To Android_Intelligence_ . Do You Want To Start Program? -

Yes! So far, this experiment looked like a success. And GLaDOS always liked a scientific success.

- Booting System -

- 2% -

- 10% -

- 34% -

- 78% -

- 99% -

- System Start Up Complete. Starting Core Processes In Android_Intelligence_Dampening. -

Wheatley slowly felt himself rebooting. His though process came online, and the first thought he had was WHAT THE BLOODY HELL JUST HAPPENED TO ME? He felt other processes booting, first his sensory nervous system. The first thing he noticed was he felt... different. Expanded, somehow. Maybe She blew me to pieces... he didn't feel like he was in pieces... other processes came back online. He opened his optics and looked around. Hey, he could see again. Maybe She did fix him after all. There was a rather annoying crack on one of them though. Maybe he'll ask Her to fi- wait, one of them? He panicked and put his hands to his face. Wait. Hands? Face? Finally, his vocal processors came back online.

"WHAT THE HELL HAS JUST HAPPENED TO ME?!"

GLaDOS was chuckling madly. She'd expected the former core to be scared, but this was priceless. She watched (and recorded) the newly android Moron flail around, shouting and screaming meaningless phrases in shock. Should I intervene? No. She kept watching. After about fifteen minutes, he flopped down, either having calmed down, or too exhausted to continue. That would make for an interesting video to watch later. She named the recording 'Moron's reaction to different body' and stored it in a folder. Time to interact and see if this Idiot could use the walking programs she hardwired into the android body.

"Hello again. I see you've finally calmed down enough for me to speak to you, so let's begin shall we? First of all, any questions?"

Wheatley had loads of questions. Unfortunately, his mind was too scrambles to string any together in a coherent sentence, so only a jumbled mix of squeaks, croaks and 'What?'s came out of his mouth.

"Hm. So it seems you have no questions. Okay. Now we've got that sorted, let's get going." Something tugged on Wheatley's back and arms. He looked around just in time to see several cables pulling out of some sockets on his back and disappearing into the machine he was connected to.

"Stand and walk, Moron." Wheatley obeyed. Or tried to. He pushed down on a part of the machine with his hands, and tried to get his legs to respond. First try, nothing. Second try, he started to rise before losing his balance. He gritted his synthetic teeth and tried again. Slowly, he rose up to full height.

"Good. Now, walk towards the door." Wheatley opened his optics and looked at the door. It wasn't too far. Then he looked down.

OH GOD I'M SO HIGH UP HELP SOMEONE CATCHMECATCHMECATCHME-

"Really?" Wheatley could hear the exasperation in Her voice at the sight of the android sprawled on the floor. And, strangely, a bit of laughter. He lay on the floor with his optics shut tight.

"Get up and walk through the door."

Okay Wheatley, get up and go through the door. Like She says so. it's not too high. You've fallen from greater heights before. Slowly, Wheatley opened his optics and pushed himself up off the floor again. Okay. Do not look down. Wheatley wondered how he was supposed to walk. He's seen the lady do it, and knew how it worked. One foot in front of the other. Simple as. So why was he on the floor again?

"Congratulations. You've set a record for distance covered by an android. Six inches." there was a toot from somewhere, and Wheatley made out some confetti floating down from the tube in the corner. "I'll note that on your file."

Wheatley sighed, and dragged himself to his feet again. He tried again and again, getting about a metre before resigning himself to dragging his way across the floor with his arms. He thought that he could ease himself into a crawl, then work it out from there.

"I expected you to fail, but this is amusingly pathetic." Her goading voice echoed around the room. "If you look into your files, you might find a program made specifically to make your legs work."

"So you tell that to me now, do you? Why didn't you tell me that in the first place before I went through all of this?"

"Because it was so amusing. I'll be keeping this footage to show other android how not to fail like you." Wheatley grunted. He located the walking file, and tried to activate it.

- Please Enter Password -

"OH you've GOT to be KIDDING me! Uh... AAA..A...A."

- Password Accepted -

Oh.

Wheatley instantly felt a new strength in his legs. He pushed himself up onto his knees.

"This feels better!" he stood up. Shakily, but his legs held. He took a wobbly step forward. Still standing upright. He took another. Still standing.

"This is great!" he said to himself. He started walking all around the room. Better than being confined to a management rail or carried!

Something caught his eye. He went over to a core receptacle and poked at a lump of blackened metal that was connected to it. It squeaked slightly. Frowning, he hooked a finger in the hole in the front and lifted it. Something inside it creaked and rattled, and he suddenly found himself staring into the cracked and broken optic of a core. His old body. He flinched back a bit.

"Old Wheatley, meet new Wheatley. He is about to become my latest test subject. Now, get the door Moron." Casting glances back at the crushed and scored casing, Wheatley turned and went to the door. He stopped in front of it. It was too short to let him through.

"Uh."

"Crouch." Oh. He ducked under, and went out into the test chamber.