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You Can Always Ignore Your Conscience (2/?)

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Wheatley was assigned to a dorm and a test cohort, and Doug tried to put him out of his mind, but when his shifts in the observation suite coincided with Wheatley being tested he would find his eyes being drawn more and more to the British man. He tried to rationalise it - he was bound to be more striking than the average test subject, due to his height, his blue eyes, the way his jumpsuit clung to his form...

One morning Wheatley came storming into the chamber, arms folded, face furious.

"Oi, Dr Rattman!" he called. He had an uncanny ability to tell who was watching him at any given time, despite the one-way glass. "Dr Ratt-mannnn..." He leaned against the wall. "I'm not moving till one of you comes down here."

They gave him three hours, but eventually the testing backlog grew too severe. Plus, Henry declared, the way Wheatley constantly talked to himself was driving him out of his nut. They made their way in via the secret shifting panel, but Wheatley appeared too angry to notice. He stormed over, unzipping his jumpuit, ripping his vest up over his head. "Look at this!" He jabbed a finger at his chest. "Now I know you lot like to make jokes about NHS dentistry, but I never went to a dentist back home and woke up with one of these!" In common with all test subjects, he had been barcoded. THe area was still slightly swollen, with the redness that surrounded the new tattoo stopping just short of his nipple, which was stiff due to the cold...

Henry interrupted both Doug's worrying train of thought and Wheatley's rant. "It was on the consent form. You consented to it when you consented to us fixing your teeth." Wheatley looked him insolently up and down before turning his back to him. Doug loved him at that moment.

"It's only temporary," he said gently. It was a lie,

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but what did it matter really, considering? He placed his hand on Wheatley's shoulder.

"We get rid of them when you leave."

"Yeah?" Wheatley raised his eyes to meet Doug's. "S'pose I have got form when it comes to not reading these things properly. Ha, form, geddit? Ok, I'll do the test now." He walked over to the first button, slamming it down, producing a big dollop of blue gel. "Brilliant, my favourite!" He ran towards it and jumped.

Then one day, Doug was called to an emergency meeting, to review some CCTV footage from Test Subject Common Room F. The sound was difficult to make out in places, but what happened was still fairly clear. Wheatley was taking part in a card game; his opponent accused him of cheating; then, seemingly infuriated by his cheerful denials, he snatched his cards. He studied them and laughed derisively. "...not even a real hand." He rose from the table. "Moron..."

What followed next was fast and quite shocking to behold, and only ended when the Aperture Science Restraint Associates pressed their tasers to Wheatley's neck and sent him twitching to the floor.

Doug went to see him in the hospital wing, but he was asleep.