Wheatley - [002]

[idiot_sphere]

Who: Wheatley and ANYONE!
Where: The porch of a house in the Residential District
Style: Either
Status: Open

Comments

[smokesinspace]

[and this is Cid just passing by when he hears a familiar voice.

...heh.]

Looks like an improvement if you ask me.

[idiot_sphere]

[... And here's Wheatley, not hearing Cid over the sound of his own shouting.]

I mean it! No one will come near, if the swarms don't get candy from your house, I hear they'll come back with eggs! What if they're combustible eggs?! Then you'll have a burnt down house, and no one to blame but yourself!

[smokesinspace]

...

[and shouting back.]

No one's gonna come near you with all that ruckus yer makin'!

[idiot_sphere]

[THAT he heard. His eye shrunk as he focused in on Cid, easily retrieving his memories of the man from his databases.]

Really?! Perfect! You hear that, you monsters?! No one's ever coming near! Hah!

[smokesinspace]

Well seein' as yer doin' just fine and dandy right there...

[bye. this pilot is just going to keep on walking.]

[idiot_sphere]

W-Wait! No one's 'dandy'! Come back! You're just gonna leave me here?!

[smokesinspace]

Sounded like you were havin' a good ol' time to me.

[in other words, yes. unless you can give him a good reason otherwise.]

[idiot_sphere]

No, nonono! Not at all! Please, you've gotta help me!

[The small robot certainly sounds like he's throwing dignity away by pleading.]

[smokesinspace]

[...this is kind of funny.]

Help you, huh?

Gimme one good reason.

[idiot_sphere]

I--- Uh...

[He tried to think of anything that he could do that was useful, and basically said the first thing that came to his mind.]

If you get me out of here, I'll hack anything you want for you. I'm an excellent hacker! You know... if you need anything hacked?

[smokesinspace]

Don't really care about any hack job.

[idiot_sphere]

All right, not really the hacking type, huh? Well, I can... Um...

[............

What COULD he do?! Seriously, he couldn't even move around on his own. This wasn't Aperture where he was wired into every mechanism in the facility. The way he was, he literally could just talk and roll, almost.]

... I make a great flashlight?

[The spotlight from his eye flicked on briefly, just to demonstrate. Everyone needs flashlights, right?]

[smokesinspace]

[just. staring down at him.]

You're sounding pretty pathetic, you know that?

[idiot_sphere]

[Ok, that was it. He was so tired of being called that, by just about everyone who met him. It had been months, and after so long of trying to figure out how to adjust, he was fed up.]

Look! I was never designed to leave the Enrichment Center! I was never supposed to leave. They wanted me to stay put! They didn't give me a way to move on my own! They didn't even design me to connect to any computers but theirs! So, fine. I admit it. I literally have absolutely no functions in the outside world, all right?!

[... And this was after he was so desperate to escape the facility for so long. Part of the point of the escape plan was that he literally couldn't leave on his own. He had no choice but to find someone to depend on. Some plan that was. Now, he was stuck with the very thing he'd always wanted, but only now was he realizing that he was never made to be out of there anyway.]

[smokesinspace]

Bein' a robot ain't all it cracked up ta be, huh?

[but Cid leans down and picks him right up. yep. you're being manhandled, get over it.]

Fine, fine, you can quit yer yappin'. Don't need to hear you complainin' for the rest of the time you're here. I'll fix up some rig for you.