"Uhhh… Uhhhmm… Weellll, my name is Wheatley." He said squeamishly. As a claw reached into the elevator and pulled him out, startling him quite a bit.

"Where is everyone else? The last time I was turned on there were lots of engineers here… Are you an engineer?" She asked, peering down at him.

"Well, no, not really. I'm the uhh… Head Technician, of um, uhh Division 7? I think?" He said as the elevator was pulled back into the floor.

"Let me look for your file here… Oh, there it is. Millard Wheatley, Head Technician, is that right?"

"Uhm, yes, well, about that…" He started.

"Do you know what I'm supposed to do? You are apparently the last living employee."

"Well, I think you're supposed to test the Test Subjects with your Test Chambers, but, um, I don't know where your Test Subjects have gone off to, what were they called again? Some colors, I think... Well, they're two robots, that test.."

"Hmm… The Cooperative Testing Initiative? Well, I suppose there ARE a few 'Testing Tracks' for them."

"Well, if you don't mind, I have something I need to go do… So, would you mind terribly calling the elevator back here so I can go…?"

"No." She answered, very firmly.

"Umm, are you sure? Because I really need to go, do, something…"

"No." She declared again. "You can stay here. And be my friend."

"Ummm… Wait, WHAT?" He asked in disbelief.

"You will be my friend." She said again.

And then the Announcement System said something about neuro-stasis gas being dispensed before he blacked out.

When he awoke, he was lying in a bed in a Relaxation Chamber, as the Announcement System told him the usual scripted lines for this situation.

"…Good morning! You have been in suspension for… '50' Days…"

Wheatley tuned it out after it told him to look at 'art', and then got back in the bed.

The same thing happened four more times.

He woke up, looked at things, and then went back to bed.

Until he woke up the fifth time and noticed a very small hinged-panel on the wall. And so he opened it, and what he found inside was exactly what he needed.

An Aperture Science Emergency Wireless Mainframe Access Handheld Portable Terminal.

Exactly what he needed.

He turned on the 90 year old device and started typing in the commands to move the Relaxation Chamber to the nearest Employee Access Docking Station and open the door.

All of you have probably already guessed this, but I'm gonna say it anyway, here I go:

It did not go well.

There were only ten working Relaxation Chambers still hanging on their rails, all of the other ten thousand were stacked on top of each other in a foolish pattern. And he didn't have real time controls, so he had to let an automated route system guide the chamber on its rail. And It hit a LOT of broken chambers.

More than a hundred.

So by the time it docked, the chamber was a horrible excuse for a pile of scrap iron.

Yup, that bad.

Luck was on his side however, because the Docking Station he took had an old fashioned, manual controlled elevator that was more like a tram, in that it could go any direction as long as it had rail that went that far. It could take him almost anywhere.

Unfortunately, 'almost' did not apply to The Outside.