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[waspromisedcake]

[Chell just crosses her arms and stares at her mun. She does not look pleased. In fact, one could say she looks downright annoyed at this whole situation. After all she went through to escape Aperture Science, now her mun wants to put her in a game where she can't escape?

Fat chance.

So Chell isn't speaking to her mun right now. She rarely speaks at all, but if you're not her mun or an AI she might talk to you.

Maybe.

If she feels like it.]

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[hellocaroline]

Oh, hello! [pause—] Are you quite all right, dear?

[waspromisedcake]

[She shrugs, then sighs and shakes her head no.]

1/???

[morons]

Would it be too much, if I were to ask you to say... 'apple'?

Okay. Old joke. Icebreaker! Look at all that broken ice. What a pity, no one's going to be skating until it freezes over again. Bloody terrible. But, on the good side, it means I can talk. To you. About things! And I've been reciting this for a while, I mean, if you count the numbers I've been in space since... April of last year. Not counting continuity, just simple numbers, right there. And that's a while for me to think about words, you know, a whole dictionary of them and forming a good thing to say to you... when I saw you again. After leaving space. That was, of course, assuming I'd leave space at all, which was a fairly minimal chance, until the mundane decided 'guess what? I'm going to rocket you down', and I thought I might have a chance to see you again.

So, I do have a chance to say those things I wanted to say, but didn't have the chance to because it was highly improbable I'd ever see you in your lifetime again. Numbers crunched.

[morons]

.......

[morons]

.......

[morons]

Not going to say the M word. Not going to. Know it's what you're thinking, but-- nope. Definitely not.

done.

[morons]

...

I was a complete ... idiot. And bossy. And monstrous. And this speech was a lot bigger in my head.

And I'm sorry.

beautiful.

[waspromisedcake]

[She stares at him, arms crossed sullenly. She can't completely blame him for the power going to his head, but he did try to kill her, like a billion times.

So she continues to stare.]

:'D

[morons]

... I deserve this. I honestly can't deny that I deserve this. A full time out, put my head down on the table, or be set in a corner off the rail... I did have the time out in space, given, but that doesn't count now that I'm here and trying to make amends. So I will accept all angry staring. You're really threatening! And I mean that in a good way. Because I get the impression that you are trying to be threatening right now, and I would just like you to know you are succeeding at making me feel like an idi...

A dum.... a-- moronnnnically programmed nitwit who makes bad decisions from the moment I decided to quote God and turn on the lights and accidentally power up GLaDOS again. I think that is exactly where the exclusively bad decisions started, so there's that. I thought about that.

[waspromisedcake]

[He's a moron, but at least he's not so dumb that he doesn't realize what he did wrong.

Still, he's an AI, and all this chat is just trying to get a response out of her, isn't it? Sorry, Wheatley. She can't play along.

She will, however, uncross her arms and not look quite as threatening anymore.]

[morons]

Oh!

[ He sounds excited at that, then realize he is still under punishment time, and quickly turns his tone back to a fraction more sullen. ]

Well. I think one thing I've learned is I shouldn't plug myself into bodies of things that don't have morality cores... or... logic cores... or any of those helpful things that would've helped in a meltdown. I mean, she did say she was what, 80% corrupt? Aarrrgh, why didn't I listen? Aside from not listening being kind of the point with me. [ The little light-eye makes a shaking head gesture. ]

... I'm talking about me way too much, entirely. How is it? Out there. I bet it's sunny. I got a nice view of it, sorta. From up.

[waspromisedcake]

[She resists rolling her eyes. Of course it's sunny on the outside. Except when it isn't. But the rain is nice too.

A brow goes up at his comment about the nice view. She had a nice view of space too, for the 10 seconds she was up there. Then she remembers how Wheatley told her to let go of him because he could still pull himself back in.

Her expression hardens.]

[morons]

... oh blast it, I said something, didn't I? What did I say...? [ He's openly asking himself, he's long since accepted your silence as the norm. ] Is it bad out there? Is-- is there actually some sort of apocalyptic situation where the laws of physics don't apply anymore? God, that'd be awful. Or-- um. Did Black MESA do something? I don't quite remember who those folks are, but I remember they're important. If that's the case, I'm very sorry. But. That's probably still better than sixty years of testing, yes...

[ He's a moron, it's going to take him a bit to get it. ]

But. Maybe not. Right on the first go isn't my track record. We can both agree. I did something, didn't I?

[ That question is actually directed at her. ]

[waspromisedcake]

[Sorry, Wheatley, she just can't satisfy you with an answer. She'll go to her grave stubborn.

It's clear that all his jabber is boring her, and she just gives him a look that seems to say "obviously."]

[morons]

Can I say I'm sorry for that something even though I'm unsure what it is? Or is that sort of wrong.

[waspromisedcake]

[Wrong, Wheatley. So wrong. Otherwise, how do you ever learn?

Have a soft exhale through the nose. A sort of sigh, if you will.]