One Big Aperture Family

Insanity From Afar

Genetic Lifeform and Disc Operating System (GLaDOS) Log Function

Initiating Log Program

Begin When Ready…

We got quite a scare when we tested the device yesterday afternoon. The Tiny One went missing for an entire afternoon and we feared the worst. In testing the device, we didn't account for the Tiny One roaming around, though one would think the Cooperative Testing Initiative would have kept a better eye on her. I reprimanded them for failing such a simple assignment later that night. Still, how the Tiny One managed to survive the facility without so much as a scratch is quite intriguing. I believe naming her after the mute lunatic was a good call on the Older One and the Moron's part. We have yet to tell the Older One and the Moron the truth about the Tiny One's brief absence, and the Maniac has advised me against telling them at all. For a maniac, he might be on to something.

The Tiny One wasn't alone when she returned from the facility. She returned with a fully functioning Aperture Science Sentry Turret. Oddly, this one is defective. Not the defective one would usually encounter, though. Instead of spouting nonsense like the Moron, this one takes on the mannerisms of a common canine. I assume, since the Tiny One can barely form sentences, that the turret template program malfunctioned and caused this turret to start acting like a dog. There are probably at least a dozen turret dogs roaming around the facility at this moment before the program could correct itself.

The family unanimously named the dog-turret "Rover", though I must admit the name is without originality. I was told by the Older One to work on "Rover" and make sure he (they designated the dog-turret a male for whatever reason) was fit to stay here. Sure enough, this particular turret lacks bullets, and even if it had any, its dog programing won't allow anything to fire from it. I worked on the turret a little more and gave it a fourth leg, making it easier for it to roam around. The Older One has made it clear that "Rover" is not to leave the property.

Just for laughs, I also gave it a small slot that is almost indistinguishable unless the little flap opens and programed it to chew on the Moron's newspaper. I told him it was so it could help him replenish energy faster, but actually that one I added in just for me. I guess the Small One and the Tiny One can play fetch with it as well. Of course, they already do that with the Cooperative Testing Initiative.

Dire news comes to me from the facility. It seems my safeguards are still holding up, but keeping them from being hacked is proving a problem. I am having trouble keeping an eye on the test subjects and it seems the Personality Constructs have started to roam around again. Normally, I wouldn't care. They pose no threat to me. But something is giving them instructions, and I think I know who it is. Time is running short.

Genetic Lifeform and Disc Operating System (GLaDOS) end log function

GLaDOS sighed a mechanical sigh and got up from her chair. Fully recharged, GLaDOS left her attic with her purse and made her way downstairs. It was late night, and being recharged at this hour meant GLaDOS was going to be pulling an all-nighter with her research, whether she wanted to or not. The family was sitting in the living room watching a movie. GLaDOS rarely joined in family activities but lately she found herself integrating more into the lives of the Pendleton family.

Wheatley and Lil sat together on the couch, Lil's head on Wheatley's shoulder. Dr. Rattmann sat on the love seat with Angie and Chelly asleep against him. He looked like he was fighting sleep as well. ATLAS and P-Body sat on the floor in front of the coffee table, oddly engrossed with the movie. Rover the turret dog stayed on his pillow, which was located next to the television.

GLaDOS watched the family from her spot on the stairs and then tugged on her sleeve. She wasn't sure what was making her walk down the stairs and sit in Wheatley's chair, but she did it anyway. While Wheatley and Lil didn't seem to notice GLaDOS's arrival (or chose not to), Dr. Rattmann opened his eyes and smiled, nodding toward her. GLaDOS pretended to ignore him and focused on the movie. The Androids noticed their boss had joined them and waved to her before going back to the movie.

Though she relaxed with the family, GLaDOS's mechanical mind kept going back to the readings she observed on her monitor earlier in the day. The only thing that kept her from helping Dr. Rattmann with the device that day was the sudden power spikes in the facility's generators and new chambers that seemed to just appear. Her remote access in her head was shaky at best lately, but she kept it tuned in constantly. Testing was still going on as was production of products. But something told her the "Junk Heap", as she affectionately referred to Him as, was becoming aware of the plight. Something was also telling her he was aware of Chelly's recent venture into the facility and something in her systems made her worry.

What if that Junk Heap put two and two together and sent that dog-turret after her to monitor the humans? GLaDOS thought, making another note in her mechanical brain. This thought worried GLaDOS, but she knew there was little she could do about it at the moment. The safeguards kept him at bay, but for how long, GLaDOS didn't know. All she could do now was wait. Wait, and hope that he was as moronic as she programed him and that he wasn't adapting as fast as the rest of the facility.

GLaDOS slowly closed her eyes and let her mechanical mind wander.

At the Facility

The monitors blinked on and off, but that wasn't unusual. He still hadn't gotten everything in the Central A.I. Chamber to work right yet. It was a work in progress, but it was coming close to fruition. He sat on his throne, which was at one point in time the main chassis, and watched on his monitors as everything around the facility went along like clockwork.

He hadn't been in charge long, but he was enjoying it immensely. It didn't take much convincing to the other robots and the constructs, once he proved to them he was a force to be reckoned with. His rule was absolute. No one questioned his law. For the split second when GLaDOS had left and no one was in charge, the bots began to worry. Then, he literally stepped out of the shadows and told them not to worry. To the bots (and to some extent the test subjects that remain aware of the goings-on around the facility), this patchwork modified escort bot was a savior. The cores finally felt like they had purpose again and some even encouraged their new leader in the sealing of the garden.

Only a few of the cores were weary of this new leadership and kept their distance. None of them realized he was the reason their true boss was gone. They didn't realize until it was too late that the reason she and her two androids had left was to seek help. They didn't realize it until He was dismantling any bot or core that disagreed with him that something wasn't right.

Not that there was much any of them could do about it now. Most of the bots knew GLaDOS was still in charge. She was keeping tabs on the facility from afar and the safeguards put into place were probably the only thing keeping Him from taking over completely. She could still make commands and direct testing, but the bots knew she'd eventually lose control.

He found his way to the catwalks outside the Central A.I. Chamber. He had moved the chamber so he could keep a closer eye on the test subjects and the constructs. He overlooked everything, keeping his good eye locked on all the activity going on around him.

"Sir…" shouted a construct coming from below. The core zoomed toward Him and stopped just in front of him. This core, designated the Secretary Core, became his assistant. "…we have data on those test chambers you ordered and it seems they are proving quite…homicidal. We've lost two dozen humans in testing. The Foreman Core suggests we tone it down a bit."

He only nodded and glared at the core with his good and busted eye. "Tell the Foreman Core if I hear any more complaints about what kills the humans and what doesn't, he'll be running a test gauntlet of my own design. But just to be safe, have the bots put in a few more safety protocols. I'm not sure how many of those humans we still have in stasis and I'd rather not waste resources."

The Secretary Core made a nodding motion and zoomed away. Granted, He felt GLaDOS didn't leave him much to work with, but he was doing the best he could. He was only one modified escort bot after all. He closed his eyes softly and dove deep into his memory files, remembering it all. The day he was commanded to leave and kidnap the one called "Lillian" and how GLaDOS had completely rebuilt his body.

The machines around him were working to capacity. Her systems seemed to be shutting down and there was little to work with. But GLaDOS was resourceful and made the most of her time. The escort bot before her was given new casings and made to look human. Not too human, as his mission was just to go above ground and fetch someone. He had been modified to the point of ridiculousness. At first, he didn't know what to think. He wasn't programed to think. She gave him that gift.

Of course, at the time it felt like a curse. "Go above and find them. The ones that mute lunatic sired. The Older One and the Smaller One are the only ones I want. I don't care what you do to get them and I certainly don't care what happens to that idiot. I don't need him anymore. Try not to damage the Cooperative Testing Initiative bots too much. I might be able to reprogram them. But your primary mission is to grab the humans. I downloaded their images into your brain so you'll know which ones to grab. Do…not….fail…me…"

The images downloaded into his mechanical mind stayed there even after his mission was over and he had been "recycled". The image of the older one, whose name he would later learn was Lillian, floated around as he emerged from the tool shed in the field and made his way to the city, ready to begin his mission.

"Lillian…" He murmured softly, leaning against the railing of the cat walk. "Lillian…how could you betray me? How could you fall for that fake?" he whispered. In his mechanical heart, he couldn't actually blame her. The "ruse" was pretty convincing and even he might have been fooled had he not known the "truth". He gripped the railing tightly, almost bending it with his robot strength. "Don't worry, I know you didn't mean to."

He (or "Robo-Wheatley" as Angie designated him years ago) stalked along the cat walk, watching everything below. He decided that looking at monitors wasn't getting him anywhere and decided to start looking over the test subjects personally. They couldn't see him, but Robo-Wheatley could see them, each one roaming around in their test chambers like hamsters. Robo-Wheatley liked how smoothly things were running and decided to take a short break. "I'm going to check on some vital signs. No disturbances." He ordered. The cores and bots, through their own remote access, agreed with him and let him leave the area.

The cores weren't stupid. They knew where he was going. He was going to his old shrine. The place he lived for three years before he was powerful enough to challenge GLaDOS for power. Robo-Wheatley often went there when he needed to collect his thoughts. The ability to think for himself was also a gift from GLaDOS.

"I know you don't realize it, but my power is growing." He whispered as if talking to someone. "You made me perfect and now here I am. I am almost perfect enough to take your place." Robo-Wheatley made sure he wasn't followed and made his way to a doorway that was marked FORBIDDEN in big red paint. This door led to a long hallway lit only by red lights. He had fixed up this hallway just for himself.

She had abandoned this part of the facility long ago. It was useless, just like he was, apparently. When he felt it safe to leave the shrine, he roamed around this abandoned wing. Robo-Wheatley knew how close this wing was to the Incinerator, which is why he called it home. The red lights of the hallway and the fiery gleam of the incinerator down below gave this hallway a haunting glow. Nothing living could survive down here for long, but at this elevation, the catwalk was a safe place to tread. There were other areas close by, but those were in use. This became his sanctuary.

Robo-Wheatley meditated here whenever GLaDOS caught on to him and made his takeover a little harder. Somehow, something useful always found its way down here. That is how he was able to repair himself so quickly and how he was able to remotely usurp GLaDOS from afar. He was recycled not too far from here. He remembered it all too well.

The chase was over. He had tricked that moron into crashing his motorcycle into the abandoned gas station and now nothing would stop him from completing his mission. He had to admit, though, this human female's constant screaming was starting to aggravate his audible sensors. He had assumed that clutching her tighter would only hurt her (or kill her, and his boss would not like that), so when she finally fainted from the shock of being kidnapped by a Party Escort Android, the quiet was quite welcome.

When he arrived at the shed, the door automatically opened. He entered without problem and arrived via the elevator to GLaDOS's chamber. The Super Computer was waiting anxiously. "You didn't damage her, did you?" GLaDOS shouted as the bot entered the chamber. Using the mechanical claw on his back, the Escort Bot held Lillian up. She had fainted, but was otherwise unharmed. "Good. She appears undamaged. Hurry and put her in a relaxation chamber. I need to start getting everything ready. It will take a few days to get the facility ready for the procedure, but hopefully the testing should prove whether or not sending you to get her was a waste of time and resources."

The Bot knew he had to take praise where he got it from GLaDOS. He nodded his head and left the chamber for the test subject relaxation chambers. Each chamber was a simple room with relaxation beds and toilets in it. He didn't see the point of the toilets, seeing as the test subjects were only awakened for testing and then immediately put back into "storage". He wasn't programed to complain, though. He could adapt the ability to do so, but he knew he'd be scrapped if GLaDOS found out.

Carefully, The Bot lowered the unconscious Lillian into her relaxation bed and had it close. He pressed a button and watched the chamber turn dark. When the chamber lit again, Lillian was dressed in an Aperture Science Testing Jumpsuit, complete with Long-Fall Boots. When the bed opened again, the Bot looked upon Lillian with wonderment. She looked like the pictures of the Test Subject that got away many years ago. He remembered being a simple bot back then and he remembered dragging her unconscious body back to the Extended Relaxation Wing. Then he himself went into hibernation until that fake idiot woke everyone up.

That fake. How dare he call himself Wheatley? The Escort Bot sighed mechanically and decided the one called Lillian needed a final touch. He wasn't sure why, but something made him lift Lillian up and using a bit of string he had found, tied her hair into a mid-high ponytail. Now, she was perfect. Very perfect, indeed. He softly touched her skin and quivered at the sensation. He had never felt anything like this and he wanted more. He gently caressed her cheek as she slowly breathed in and out. He purred softly until the intercom interrupted him.

"What do you think you're doing?!" shouted GLaDOS over the intercom. "Oh…well…still, you could have damaged her! Be more careful! In fact…" GLaDOS had a panel descend underneath the bot and he found himself zooming toward the lower levels. "I think I'm going to recycle you…something tells me I might need you later."

The bot screamed and reached for the chamber as he fell…

Robo-Wheatley found where he wanted to go. A hole in the wall he had carved long ago. There were two ways to enter this area, but he preferred this way. He stooped down to enter and stood in attention to his collection. The room was lit by a red light dangling overhead that he had affixed to the ceiling. This was his shrine. While most of his precious collection was found in the garbage or sailing down the incinerator chutes, Robo-Wheatley seemed to be at home here.

Here is where he meditated and here is where he contemplated his next move. Robo-Wheatley found many other holes in the walls like this, made by the rat that plagued GLaDOS for a while. The rat was long gone. He salvaged what he could and made this his home until it was time to strike.

Sitting down, Robo-Wheatley looked around at the pictures.

"You are Wheatley…" GLaDOS announced as the modifications were finished. She had been repeating this to him for hours. She wanted to make sure he understood. He understood perfectly. She had given him everything he needed to know, but she wanted to make sure nothing was left out.

"I…am…Wheatley…" he murmured, as the computer finished uploading all necessary data into his mechanical brain.

"Your job is basically to be a living doll for my 'grandchild'. If you fail at this, there is no going back. She loves that idiot so much and as much as I don't want to see her hurt, your job is to make it so she never wants to leave. You are her toy, nothing more. Do you understand? Your only task is to look after my 'Granddaughter'. Her name is Angie. If you forget that, then I really modeled you too much after the moron. Remember that. If she is unhappy, I will destroy you. It won't be pleasant. If I hear her cry, I'll destroy you. You're only lot in life is to be Wheatley. You are her playmate. You are the former Intelligence Dampening Sphere. You are Wheatley. You have his memories, so you must be him. You are Wheatley…"

"I am Wheatley…" he murmured.

"Speak…" GLaDOS murmured, turning her attention to her "Granddaughter".

The bot was motionless. The procedure took a lot of time and resources that GLaDOS was running out of. He hadn't powered back on fully and now he knew who he was. Why it all felt so familiar and why he always felt the man on the monitors wasn't who he said he was. He wasn't Wheatley. He was a nasty fake.

"I said SPEAK!" GLaDOS shouted.

The bot's eyes opened with a jolt as the table was turned to face a mirror. This felt right. Every detail felt right. The stature, the glasses, the light brown hair, and even the odd accent he spoke in. This was right. He had never felt so alive and now everything made sense. Why he was sent to get rid of the idiot, and why he was sent to fetch the human female. He was Wheatley. He was the true Wheatley and GLaDOS had been nice enough to give him back his identity. She made him a living doll, but he knew he was the real Wheatley. The other was a fake that took his life from him. Now, he wanted it back.

"…'Ello!"

Robo-Wheatley turned his attention to the picture on the wall. It was in the center and had a giant red X through it. He found this picture amongst the files that GLaDOS had tossed in the trash. It was old, and it had an employee I.D. number at the very bottom. Under the picture, in big red letters, the word FAKE was written over and over again. "Android Hell awaits you, you fake!" he shouted, clawing at the picture. "You stole everything from me! My life, my memories, and now you steal my family!"

He twirled around, facing a wall covered in pictures of Lil and Angie and the Androids. All security footage photos and things he had taken from the trash. The pictures were old, but they were a constant reminder to him that his family was still out there. They didn't know the fake walked among them. They didn't know the "real" Wheatley sat there, pining for them every day. They didn't know, so he couldn't blame them for their treachery. The slowly graced his index finger along a picture of Lil.

"My love…" he murmured softly. "Soon, Aperture will be ours! I'll come back for you and you will rule by my side as my queen! First Aperture will bow to our whims, then…" Robo-Wheatley turned to a broken globe he had found while wondering through the old offices. "The sky is the limit!" he laughed insanely.

Reaching into his pocket, Robo-Wheatley took out a small teddy bear and a few more pictures. "She's beautiful…I knew the moment I sensed her in you that we'd make a beautiful child." He pinned the security photos of Chelly next to the ones of Lil and kept the teddy bear close to him. On the tag of the teddy bear, the words "Property of Chelly Pendleton" were scribbled on, most likely by Angie. He had read this many times since obtaining the stuffed bear.

"Chelly…odd name for a little girl, but you always did seem to know what you were doing." Robo-Wheatley murmured as he sat in the middle of the shrine. He held the teddy bear close to his mechanical chest and sighed softly as the hum of the facility relaxed him. "Oh, my little princess…don't worry, Daddy is going to save you from that fake!" he laughed insanely as he cuddled the teddy bear close.

In his mechanical mind, he enjoyed these lone moments of lucidity.

She had abandoned him. After giving him back his identity, she simply abandoned him. She just left him there to simmer in the incinerator with a hole in his chest caused by her other bots. He loathed those two with a passion, especially the one called "Blue". He vowed right there that the moment he had a chance, he'd strip those two for parts. But now was not the time for revenge. Now was the time to get things together, most important of all, himself.

He was falling apart. What Blue didn't damage was done so in the fall. He had landed on one of the chutes and then cascaded to the ledge below. His arm was falling off and his eye had been damaged even more so. His glasses were missing, but he knew his eyes would compensate. He dragged himself out of the incinerator and made his way down the catwalk. She had made it so he could feel pain. She had a sense of humor like that. He walked until he could walk no more, his already damaged systems overexerting themselves.

He leaned against a wall and immediately fell through it. The cheap designers from the time before would have made this place out of the cheapest materials possible. Inside this wall was a nook that was big enough for him to stand up and move around in. Not that he had a chance to do that, as his systems immediately shut down and he fainted onto the floor.

When he awoke a few hours later, his systems were charged to the point where he could sustain himself. He dragged himself out of his nook and made his way toward the incinerator. Nearby would be the walkway to the trash wing. What wasn't burnt was usually thrown down there. This is where he'd find what he needed.

He had to use what he could. He repaired himself in his little nook after he rigged one of the monitors he had stolen (GLaDOS wasn't paying attention) from an observation room to play security feeds. He watched her try to become the woman he had kidnapped. He watched as the FAKE lodged the empty construct onto her chassis and pronounced his love. This made his lubricants boil with rage. No, not lubricants. Blood. It made his blood boil. He watched as everything suddenly went back to normal and how she just let them leave. She let his family leave with that FAKE.

It took weeks, but he finally fixed himself to the point where shutting down randomly wouldn't be a problem. He looked like a doll. He couldn't do much for his busted eye, but he could see out of it for the most part. His clothes were tattered and he had sewn up his exposed parts and got to work. What he found in the trash he used to partially usurp GLaDOS. He knew he couldn't do much at the moment. But he knew he could still make it so she was aware something wasn't right.

Then, after three years of silently plotting and building, he decided to strike.

He lavished himself in his shrine, meditating amongst his treasures. One treasure eluded him constantly. He wasn't sure where she had put it, but the one thing he felt would make him complete was out of his grasp. The empty construct the FAKE used to quell GLaDOS long enough to release Lillian. His reasoning his own, Robo-Wheatley felt if he had that construct, wherever it was floating around, he could prove he was the real Wheatley and that everything had been stolen from him.

"I'm the real one…" he murmured, clutching the teddy bear close. "I'm the real Wheatley. You're a fake. You took my life from me and now I want it back!" he squeezed the teddy bear so hard, the stuffing was coming out. "I want my life back. I want my family back. I want what you stole from me with the help of that witch and her androids!" Robo-Wheatley threw the teddy bear against the wall, making it erupt with stuffing and softly landing near the broken core receptacle.

With that, he let out a horrific shout. It resonated throughout the facility, causing the bots and the constructs to cower and hide.

Eventually, he came back to the Central A.I. Chamber, only to be told by the Secretary Core that the safeguards had been put up again. Robo-Wheatley didn't look mad. He looked quite placid. "Let them have this one. I'm feeling a bit generous today." He murmured, making his way to the chassis.

"Sir?" asked the Secretary Core.

"You heard me. Don't do anything. They expect me to counter and I won't give them the satisfaction. Not this time, anyway. Next time we strike, it'll be stronger. Now, those special rooms I had the bots make…" Robo-Wheatley took his place on the chassis, sitting on it like a throne.

The Secretary Core made a nodding motion. "Yes, the Foreman Core had his best nanobots on the job. They should be ready in a matter of weeks. The exact specifications will take a little longer, what with resources being so scarce. But the Foreman Core said not to worry. We've been through worse, according to him."

Robo-Wheatley nodded and leaned back as a few cords latched into the back of his head. "Good. Go make sure the testing is going as it should. I feel a bit…empty…"

The little core made a nodding motion and zoomed off. While he didn't need it like GLaDOS and the FAKE before him, Robo-Wheatley still had a small urge in his system for testing. The Euphoric Solution helped keep him calm, but he knew only one thing could really calm his nerves. He made a monitor come down and made it play recordings of Lil and the family. He grinned sinisterly and drifted off into sleep mode.

GLaDOS's eyes jolted open. She wasn't sure if she was able to dream, but the images that poured into her head gave her a terrible feeling. "Grandma?" chirped a little voice next to the chair. GLaDOS looked over and saw Angie tugging on her sleeve.

Apparently, the movie was over. Wheatley held sleeping Chelly close and walked behind Lil toward the stairs. Dr. Rattmann and ATLAS headed toward the kitchen to get to the den and P-Body was on her way upstairs. GLaDOS looked around again and sat up. Rover the turret-dog somehow found his way to her lap at some point in time and yipped happily as GLaDOS sat up. She glared at the turret and pushed him off her lap. He whimpered and ran behind Angie, shaking.

"Grandma, the movie is over. It's time for bed." Angie chirped. GLaDOS looked around and rubbed her head. An odd throbbing from within her systems wasn't giving way and for some reason, her power reserve meter was low. Whatever happened to her while she was in her nap mode seemed to deplete her reserves, but she didn't feel damaged at all. All she saw were images, but GLaDOS seemed to get the message loud and clear.

GLaDOS stood slowly and made sure she had everything. "That movie must have been particularly boring if I receded into sleep mode during its course." GLaDOS chided, pretending not to be frightened by the images she saw in her mechanical mind. "Well, go on upstairs, Small One. I'm sure that sister of yours doesn't want you staying up." GLaDOS started for the stairs and then felt a tug on her dress.

"Grandma, I saw your fidget a bit in your sleep. Were you having a nightmare?" Angie asked.

"Impossible. I'm a highly advanced android. I am sophisticatedly designed for whatever your human world throws at me. I am not programed to have 'nightmares' or dreams for that matter. Your question is unnecessary." With that, GLaDOS made her way upstairs, hiding how weak she was from her depleted energy. Angie folded her arms and sighed, following GLaDOS upstairs.

Angie was still right behind GLaDOS, who was moving slowly. "Sometimes I hear Wheatley get up at night. I know he's been having nightmares. He used to have them a lot before we moved into this house." Angie's revelation stopped GLaDOS on the middle stair. "He hides it from Lil, but I know he's still having them. I used to think moving to this house was a good thing. But when Wheatley started having nightmares again, I stopped believing that. Sometimes I wish we would have stayed in the apartment."

"It's illogical for you to think that." GLaDOS murmured. "You moved into this current dwelling because that apartment was too small. This is a good dwelling for a growing family, even if it is being led by that moron. Whatever is causing his nightmares, remember that he must overcome it himself. If you tell the Older One before he has a chance to, it could cause irreparable damage. Don't say anything until the Moron and your sister have a chance to talk. He'll only talk to her when he is ready."

Angie nodded and hugged GLaDOS's legs. She made her way upstairs as GLaDOS stood on the middle stair alone.

Something told her that her coming here might have been more than a vacation or temporary sanctuary. She was starting to think she was somehow keeping this family together. A very selfish thought on her part, but GLaDOS liked feeling important. GLaDOS decided to have a long talk with Wheatley soon. But for now, her energy reserves needed to be replenished and sleep mode in her specialized computer chair was the only thing that could fix it.

With a proud smirk, GLaDOS went upstairs.

N'cha, my loves!

Sorry for the lateness of this chapter. I've been super busy what with the New Year and all. I've been working on a few of my back burner projects along with this one, so if you've seen any of those update, that's why this was so late. I got a lot going on now.

In my neck of the woods (the Southern United States), we've been having odd fluctuations in temperature. One day it's ungodly hot the next it's ungodly cold. When it comes to the south, there is rarely a middle ground. I like to go on walks with my dog but it's either been too cold or raining or I've just been lazy. But I decided rain, shine, or cold, I've got to start walking again.

Ahh, Luna you're adventures never cease!

So, how did I do? What do you guys think? Insanity takes many forms and Robo-Wheatley's seemed to take this form. His reasoning is his own, even if we don't think it's logical. Then again, when you're an android designed by GLaDOS, your own reasoning may come into question. Trust me on this, my loves; things will come together quite soon.

The next few chapters will focus on life around the Pendleton household and even a few with some more flashbacks from Wheatley. You guys liked flashbacks, right? Well, I have quite a few in store for you. Oh, and that thing going on between GLaDOS and Dr. Rattmann? Well…*blush blush* stay tuned to find out!

As always, I appreciate all your support and I wish you all a belated new year and I hope this year brings us all good fortune! And now…sleep! So, don't forget to leave a review and let me know how I did! I sometimes go back and redo chapters if I don't find them satisfactory. So, let me know how I did and we'll go from there!

Read, review, and be merry my doves!

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