"How are you doing it, exactly?" Wheatley asked.
"I have absolutely no idea." Avery's voice was dead serious as she rummaged through the organized chaos of her room.
Wheatley's pupil shrank. "D-do you really mean that?" He was slightly shaking.
"Of course not. I always have a plan- Ah! There it is!" She pulled something out of a pile of inventions.
"Oh, thank goodness. I thought you actually meant it! I really fell for it! Ha, you're quite the joker, you know-"
"Okay, listen. I destroyed all her cameras and microphones in here, so she can't hear or see us. I still want you to be as quiet as possible. I'm going to give you an upgrade. I need to move your personality core to the new upgrade, then, if she finds us, I can throw the old body away. She'll never know it's you if you don't speak."
"Throw the old me away? Wait, is this safe? Whoa, wait, wait, what are you doing?! No! What are you going to do to me?! Hey! Answer m-"
Avery turned Wheatley off, muttering something like; "That was one thing I didn't miss."
Quickly and efficiently, she deconstructed Wheatley. She removed the personality core, a small black box, and replaced it with another. Avery moved the personality core to her 'something,' easily fitting Wheatley's personality into the 'something'.
The 'something' was an android Avery started working on right after he left a good four years ago. It had messy blonde hair, (courtesy of Avery, she cut her own hair for it, and by now it had grown back) and the same Wheatley-Blue eyes. It had slightly pale synthetic skin, and wore a light blue business shirt Avery hand-made for it. It had on gray slacks that were also hand-made, and white sneakers that looked like the 10th Doctor's. (Yes, she's a Whovian.) A neatly ironed, deep blue, tie was wrapped around its neck.
She turned the android on. The android, now Wheatley, blinked sleepily, then his eyes opened wide.
"Oh God, what did you do to me?!" Wheatley asked, looking at himself, then at Avery, who forced a smile.
"It's an upgrade?" Avery tried, her voice getting higher as she spoke.
"An upgrade?" Wheatley looked ready to slap Avery across the face, if only he knew how. "This is an upgrade? How am I supposed to use these?" He looked at his new arms and legs in confusion.
"Oh yeah, guess I hoped you already knew how to walk. Well, since that flew out the window, I guess I can teach you! Oh, this'll be fun!"
About 6 hours later, he could actually walk.