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“Moving, moving…” Sighed Wheatley, exiting the room and holding the door open for his companion.

“But you’re the one who’s deluding themselves, luv. I’m completely mechanical. Wires and circuitboards and things. I mean, it’s brilliant you think I’m so realistic, but I am not like you.” He said, looking around to get his bearings again. The injury had thrown off his sense of direction momentarily.

She trudged through the door with an annoyed groan crossed with a growl, fists balled tightly at her sides. “You’re not a damned machine! Machines can’t walk and talk and have opinions on things! I can’t be the only living thing here.”

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couldgetabittechnical:

Wheatley held his hand in the air for an uncomfortably long time before taking the hint, and casually moved it to smooth back his hair.

“Like I said, dissassembly, reassembly, repair tube, er, thingie.” He knocked on it a couple times. “Brilliant, eh? I’m brilliant! Fit as a fiddlestick and all that! Being, y’know… Like I said, I’m mechanical… The bullets mostly ah… Messed up a bit of my circuitry… Could’ve gone a little… Woooo” he twirled his finger up by the side of his head. “there, but that’s all fixed now!

Er… You weren’t hit, were you? Afraid they didn’t em… Have quite as much on repairing humans here… Not quite as big an investment as machines, see…”

That... That could be useful. If either of them got hurt, reassembly machines would put them back together. While she hated the idea of relying on technology for repair, even worse was the thought of dying in this place.

“You’re not a damn machine, Wheatley,” he hissed, “Stop deluding yourself. Now let’s go. Lead the way.”

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The floor dilated open at his feet, and the android dropped like a floppy capsule in a pneumatic pipe, dropping, quite fortunately, out of sight as automated machinery gripped him for repair.

Quite unfortunately, he was still near enough to be heard. Ominous whirring and sparking, and one voice yelping, taking the situation as far more intense than it really was. Then again, metal claws were partially taking him apart, but it was something that should be typical to the life of an Aperture machine.

It was less than a minute later that Wheatley popped back up into sight, stepping out of the tube casually, eyes bright and wearing a chipper grin as he brushed at the arms of his new jumpsuit. It was the same as the old, standard issue, but with blue accentuation.

“There! That should be eh, everything back in order.” He tapped his fingertips together, making sure he had the same amount of control as previously. “Glad that thing was still working.” He jerked his thumb back at the repair station , which dimmed as it shut down. “Hah! We’d be in a right mess if it wasn’t… I mean, it was possible. Whole facility’s dying. But not us!” He put a hand up, hoping the odd girl knew what a high five was, at least.