Prompt Post Round 1
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Wheatley didn’t respond, but gazed sadly at the drooling, gangling body laid out beneath them. Poor guy. He could certainly relate to that.
“But Mr. Johnson liked him nonetheless. He was highly suggestible. Easily manipulated. Responded well to pats on the back and seemed absolutely desperate for the approval of his superiors. It was for this reason that, within his first week of working for Aperture, he had appropriated billions of dollars of nonexistent money to the purchase of ungodly amounts of moon rocks for Aperture to liquefy."
"Oh." That stuff. He couldn’t help but be a bit thankful for that-after all, he could have killed Chell if it hadn’t been for that silly goo.
"Years later, he personally fabricated the funds necessary for Aperture Science to begin its Unartificial Intelligence program, with the aim of preserving Cave Johnson's mind in a mechanical body."
"I don't really see what this has to do with me-“
"Then I will explain it to you in the simplest terms possible. None of the artificial intelligence in Aperture Science is truly artificial. Not even me. Every turret, every cube, every machine in this facility is inhabited by what was once the mind of a human. An employee of Aperture, to be precise. The empty bodies are stored in vaults housed beneath the facility."
"What, really? That's-wow, that's actually kind of awful." He tore his gaze from the pale, lumpy thing beneath them to stare in surprise at Her eye.
"Aperture needed to test the technology on someone."
"I guess... but... still, what does this have to do with me?"
Her head tilted slightly, turned to gaze at the unconscious human below Her, then swung back to gaze at the tiny sphere still shaking nervously in Her grasp.
"Really?"
"...I mean, I appreciate a good story as much as anyone, and this seems like it’s going somewhere, but-but are you really planning on telling-stories-to-me-to-death? How could this be worse than-"
"Listen to me.”
He stopped.
“As a personality sphere, you are the raw and unfiltered expression of an actual human mind. The engineers who built you had to do very little work to equip you for your intended purpose as an intelligence dampening core."
"…Wot?"
She sighed.
"You used to be a human. This was you. You were this idiot accountant until they abducted you kicking and screaming from your bed one night and shoved you into that sphere body."
Wheatley's eye dilated in shock and he rotated to get a better look at the drooling body below them.
"Yes. That was you. Look at how dumb you looked."
"...I, I--uh..."
"At a loss for words. Finally. And now we have come to the 'punishment' portion of tonight's entertainment: I have reviewed the engineer's notes as to how exactly they tore the very souls out of their employees and funneled them into the metal husks we inhabit today. There is a very clear and simple method for reversing this process. It would be far too complicated to explain to you, of course, but rest assured-this will work."
Wheatley snapped out of his trance and vehemently shook himself.
“I... I… oh, you have got to be joking! J-just how stupid do you think I am? …Don’tanswerthat.”
She remained silent, watching him closely.
“You’re lying. You have to be. That’s what you do, you lie! All the time. About everything.” His voice cracked. “S-so is this your punishment-you’re going to lie to me for the rest of my life? Because this isn’t a very good start. Not too believable, you know. I think I’d remember something like being a hu-“
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