My IQ's the infinite space from here to the moon.

~* Affiliated with ASRCC *~ "Look at this! No rail to tell me where to go! OH, this is brilliant. I can go where ever I want!"

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[superastutecore]

"Why? You’ll know why when you see them, they’re the worst. He painted this woman, not the prettiest one. Really not. You, you probably know her. Brown hair, orange suit. Very rude."

Oh, the lack of paint could be an issue… “You’re resourceful, I bet, you can figure it out.” She received a somewhat blank look. “H-hobbies?? I- I definitely have hobbies, yes! Uh, reading. Yeah. Reading is a good hobby.”

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The face Morality made was not of the “moral” nature—rather an entirely spiteful glare at the description of the woman.

"Yes, well… In that case I might just… Clean the walls, and do a service to the cleaning crew."

There—something nice and rewarding. She turned her attention back to Wheatley.

"Reading? How do you do that—do physical books exist anymore?"

[superastutecore]

Ooh, that wasnt a pretty face, one that was rather flinchworthy, actually! And flinch he did! "M-maybe that's a, wise idea. Can't have unauthorized graffiti mucking up the chambers, now can we? No ma'm."

There was a bit of thumb twiddling in response to that.

"Yes! Not in very good condition, no, but books do still exist. I do some of my reading online, though. The mainframe has some lovely reading material as well, if you're willing to ask."

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"I don’t- I don’t really need a new one, it does it’s job. Not well, mind you.” Eh, he had a free hand. Might as well try pulling the shirt back into place now that he knows people are looking. “It’s still a shirt, a short one. Something is better than nothing, I think.”

Wheatley would never truly understand his brainmap, she was a strange, strange woman. Not unlikable, though. “You sure?”

Yeah, definitely a strange lady.

"Of course! They can’t ignore this one, the other scientists. It’ll be the result of true genius, and they can’t turn something down if we did it already. In fact, I bet they’ll thank us for showing them how it’s done." The arm around her shoulder? Gave her a half hug alongside one of those ‘still not sure how faces work’ smiles. "Not sure if it’s possible to hit perfection twice, but if anyone can it’s you."

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"Better than nothing, of course." she would like to protest this fact, "Of course.." there was a little giggle of appreciation and held her clipboard at the ready and slid a pen from the clip.

"Alright! .. Heh, you’re such a flatterer- Okay, now. The most important aspect of any construct is purpose. Without a purpose it will only be a boring shell." Iliza leaned into him while chewing on the pen in thought, "I’m almost certain we do not need anymore fail-safe constructs, we capped out with your success."

"Whatever we do decide on definitely won’t be as great as you. Impossible."

[superastutecore]

"Ahahah..." All that giggling, he needed to force a laugh or he'd feel out of place!

"Only the most flattering, you know." More laughing! "Purpose, purpose... ah... hm... maybe.. maybe a janitorial core! Or, uhm, a... ah.. hummm..." Wait, no, he realized those were terrible ideas... "Or, uh.. maybe, maybe you should, ah, stick to coming up with the concepts. I can critique them. I am an expert on perfection, after all."

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"Yes, actually! Studied the videos, to avoid that sort of thing. She maaay have been the same woman I dealt with. Not for certain, doubt she’s that smart. Had to be a fluke, the uniforms look the same." Just as before, he was almost entirely oblivious to her mental plight.

"Definitely. Wouldn’t need bombs, or mashy spike plates. The world would be a lot more peaceful."

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"Wait, what?" Curi’s eyes widened and for once, not in excitement. "What if it is the same lady? What if she’s still loose and killing people like us? What then? It’s people like her that keep the perfect peaceful world from happening!”

[superastutecore]

"Could be, could be... not entirely willing to give her that much credit. Couldn't even speak, you know. Utterly ignorant. Possibly braindamaged." If he was nervous... okay, he was doing a poor job at hiding it. "I- I don't know! We'd notice, hopefully, but there are a lot of folks missing... not- not that it means anything... ahh..."

Yeah, now he's nervous.

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'No, not that I can think of. Everything's running just fine, still feeling ship-shape. Can't improve perfection. My clothes? Also fine, maybe a little short in the, ah, shirt department.” The arm-over-shoulder also had the effect of pulling the garment up ever so slightly, effectively neutralizing his attempts to pull it back down. 

"You feeling alright? Looking a little, red. Not- not that red isn’t a good color or anything!" Why was he even defending the color? "I mean you- brainstorming? Me? I’d be happy to, love! You know me, I come up with some of the best ideas. Only the absolute greatest."

The dropped clipboard earned a slight flinch. “Not as, ah, not brilliant as yours, though.

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"You sure?? If you need a better shirt; which by the way, looks amazing on you if I do say so myself." and shirts that accidentally show off a little skin when you stretch? Totally okay in her books. She was even making an obvious attempt to take a peek.

The redness grew when she was caught and she shook her head with a pretty forced giggle, or unstoppable giggle. Somehow she tried to play it cool, “F-fine! Just grrrrreat!”

More compliments, oh my oh my oh my. Maybe she did a little too well with Wheatley.. Iliza hugged the clipboard to keep it under control.

"Yes! Me and you, two amigos, two great minds. We’ll make the second-best construct this company has ever seen! I’ll.. even let you name it." she smiled politely, resisting any urges to start squealing.

[superastutecore]

"I don't- I don't really need a new one, it does it's job. Not well, mind you." Eh, he had a free hand. Might as well try pulling the shirt back into place now that he knows people are looking. "It's still a shirt, a short one. Something is better than nothing, I think."

Wheatley would never truly understand his brainmap, she was a strange, strange woman. Not unlikable, though. "You sure?"

Yeah, definitely a strange lady.

"Of course! They can't ignore this one, the other scientists. It'll be the result of true genius, and they can't turn something down if we did it already. In fact, I bet they'll thank us for showing them how it's done." The arm around her shoulder? Gave her a half hug alongside one of those 'still not sure how faces work' smiles. "Not sure if it's possible to hit perfection twice, but if anyone can it's you."

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[superastutecore]

The grin he gave her would and could have been described as charming, if the one describing it had as much experience in forming expressions as Wheatley did.

"Painting, that one sounds good. Do some nice murals, maybe paint over the ones we have. Out with the old, in with the new." No, he wasn’t holding a grudge over the subject matter of some of those murals… ‘course not. "Or knitting! Knitting’s fine, too. Not something I would do, but, to each their own."

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Wheatley’s out of luck there—Morality would need to spend more time with humans to learn of more subtler natures. 

"I was not aware we had murals. Why would I paint over someone else’s paintings? That wouldn’t be very nice, now, would it? I’d just paint next to it. Provided I even find paint, or a brush."

Or a downloadable art software.

"Have you any hobbies, Wheatley?"

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"Why? You'll know why when you see them, they're the worst. He painted this woman, not the prettiest one. Really not. You, you probably know her. Brown hair, orange suit. Very rude."

Oh, the lack of paint could be an issue... "You're resourceful, I bet, you can figure it out." She received a somewhat blank look. "H-hobbies?? I- I definitely have hobbies, yes! Uh, reading. Yeah. Reading is a good hobby."

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He made his best attempt at understanding the gobblety gook, but didn’t manage much of anything in terms of understanding. The issue was remedied with a nod of mock understanding.

"They’re lazy, I think. And jealous. Don’t want to do any actual work, ignoring any bright young mind that has any idea better than theirs." An arm was thrown around her shoulder in what he thought of as a friendly gesture. "Your ideas? Only the greatest. Best of the best, I should know. That one? Probably amazing. You’re under appreciated."

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She was just about to agree with him about what he said in regards to the scientist but her thoughts suddenly crashed and burned the moment he threw an arm around her. And then the compliments.

Oh gosh-

"Y-yeah!" twenty shades of red, at least. God, what a perfectly awesome, super smart, hot, adorable, squishy man! She sighed dreamily, "Do, do you need repairs? Or u-updated clothing? Or upgraded anything?" rattles off ideas that would require him NOT leaving her side, "You could help me brainstorm. A new construct." 

Could totally program a love child here.. Think of the pinchable cheeks, the perfectly scruffy head of hair, that accent, those eyes..

She shivered with delight and almost dropped the clipboard, suddenly grasping for it just in time.

"What do ya’ s-say?"

[superastutecore]

'No, not that I can think of. Everything's running just fine, still feeling ship-shape. Can't improve perfection. My clothes? Also fine, maybe a little short in the, ah, shirt department." The arm-over-shoulder also had the effect of pulling the garment up ever so slightly, effectively neutralizing his attempts to pull it back down. 

"You feeling alright? Looking a little, red. Not- not that red isn't a good color or anything!" Why was he even defending the color? "I mean you- brainstorming? Me? I'd be happy to, love! You know me, I come up with some of the best ideas. Only the absolute greatest."

The dropped clipboard earned a slight flinch. "Not as, ah, not brilliant as yours, though.

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"H-hey!" so much circling- oh, nearly tripped on that gosh-danged perfectly leveled floor, "Lookin’ good, if I do say so myself." Iliza straightened her glasses quickly, "Okay, so." a quick check through the mound of disheveled papers on her clipboard and she resumed, "I’ve gone over the latest reports and.. yes, yes, look at that. Still the greatest construct when it comes to ah, all sorts of very important lists. You know. I shouldn’t need to explain them. Not to you."

"Just don’t tell anyone, those other constructs are so self-conscious."

[superastutecore]

"Hello!" The android turned in little circles to follow her progress, only avoiding dizziness by sheer virtue of being robotic. "Thank you very much! Feeling good, too, if that matters much." When she stopped, though, it still took a few moments for him to stop spinning.

"Sounds accurate, very accurate. No need to explain, no no." Wheatley leaned in to peek at the papers. "You’ve been well, have you? Doing science and all that?"

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"Of course it matters. We can’t our brightest star feeling down, now can we?" she beamed and hugged the overloaded clipboard, then lowered them for his prying eyes. The top page had a weird assortment of tiny notes surrounding more tiny notes and little sketches.

"Well, I would be doing more science if those bafoons down in programming would listen to my ideas." Her face fell for a moment, only to take on a more angry-confident sneer, "I tried to get some input on my latest construct, but they just wouldn’t have it. I don’t even NEED a map! Imagine that! Personality constructs, without the personalities. How much of a time-saver is that?!"

She sighed, almost dreamily as she leaned in, nearly toppling over to gaze up at him, “You understand me though, don’t you.” she pouted, then jokingly nudged, “Working on the uh, same brain length and all.”

[superastutecore]

He made his best attempt at understanding the gobblety gook, but didn't manage much of anything in terms of understanding. The issue was remedied with a nod of mock understanding.

"They're lazy, I think. And jealous. Don't want to do any actual work, ignoring any bright young mind that has any idea better than theirs." An arm was thrown around her shoulder in what he thought of as a friendly gesture. "Your ideas? Only the greatest. Best of the best, I should know. That one? Probably amazing. You're under appreciated."

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"H-hey!" so much circling- oh, nearly tripped on that gosh-danged perfectly leveled floor, "Lookin’ good, if I do say so myself." Iliza straightened her glasses quickly, "Okay, so." a quick check through the mound of disheveled papers on her clipboard and she resumed, "I’ve gone over the latest reports and.. yes, yes, look at that. Still the greatest construct when it comes to ah, all sorts of very important lists. You know. I shouldn’t need to explain them. Not to you."

"Just don’t tell anyone, those other constructs are so self-conscious."

[superastutecore]

"Hello!" The android turned in little circles to follow her progress, only avoiding dizziness by sheer virtue of being robotic. "Thank you very much! Feeling good, too, if that matters much." When she stopped, though, it still took a few moments for him to stop spinning.

"Sounds accurate, very accurate. No need to explain, no no." Wheatley leaned in to peek at the papers. "You've been well, have you? Doing science and all that?"

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"P-probably. If you ever hear about, know that none of it was my fault. None. There was this lady, you know, totally conniving. A real schemer, her. Anything you hear about it, all a smear campaign."

Wheatley appeared to be completely oblivious to the issue, but somehow avoided it. “Not a problem. It’s a good trait, niceness. Something everyone should strive for.”

[curiousinquisitions]

"Oh, I know about a conniving lady. Did you know that there was a test subject lady who tried to kill me, Morality, Anger, and Logic? It was horrible! I don’t even know why she did it." The urge to ramble on more bubbled inside the little core and yet, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. For once in her life, there was a topic she found hard to talk about.

"I think so too," Her ADHD was the only thing keeping her from fixating on terrible memories. "Don’t you think the world would be so much better if everyone were nice to eachother? There’d be no more arguments and everyone could get along!"

[superastutecore]

"Yes, actually! Studied the videos, to avoid that sort of thing. She maaay have been the same woman I dealt with. Not for certain, doubt she's that smart. Had to be a fluke, the uniforms look the same." Just as before, he was almost entirely oblivious to her mental plight.

"Definitely. Wouldn't need bombs, or mashy spike plates. The world would be a lot more peaceful."

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[superastutecore]

"They’ve got hair trigger tempers, humans. Know that for a fact, they’re very destructive. Like to pin it all on innocent parties, too." Now he was shaking his head, so vigorously that his little glasses nearly slipped from his nose. "I’d offer you these, but they miiiight not fit your face."

Say all you wanted about his intelligence, it would be a lie to claim he couldn’t be thoughtful every once in a while.

"You’re very welcome. Maybe keep them in mind, always here with more suggestions."

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"That they are… Thank you, Wheatley." She nodded, adjusting her own freakishly large glasses.

"I’ll keep that in mind, I assure you. In fact I’m finding myself bored more often than not without Her to attend to. Perhaps I could take up a mundane human hobby, like painting. Or knitting, perhaps."

Goodness knows she had the free time. Imagine knitting GLaDOS a dorky sweater…

[superastutecore]

The grin he gave her would and could have been described as charming, if the one describing it had as much experience in forming expressions as Wheatley did.

"Painting, that one sounds good. Do some nice murals, maybe paint over the ones we have. Out with the old, in with the new." No, he wasn't holding a grudge over the subject matter of some of those murals... 'course not. "Or knitting! Knitting's fine, too. Not something I would do, but, to each their own."

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"There was that whole… that misunderstanding, with the facility. Not my fault. The higher ups can’t seem to see past that, not terribly forgiving." That said, the android did offer her a grin. “‘Course I did, how could I not? You’re one of the friendlier folks here, very pleasant to be around."

[curiousinquisitions]

"What misunderstanding? I didn’t hear about it. Did it happen when I was…?" Curi trailed off, trying to fend off the memories of the Incinerator. They were still fresh in her mind. His comment managed to snap her out of it, thankfully. "Oh you think so? Thank you! I always try to be nice."

[superastutecore]

"P-probably. If you ever hear about, know that none of it was my fault. None. There was this lady, you know, totally conniving. A real schemer, her. Anything you hear about it, all a smear campaign."

Wheatley appeared to be completely oblivious to the issue, but somehow avoided it. "Not a problem. It's a good trait, niceness. Something everyone should strive for."

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"Fine, fine. Won’t do it again, wouldn’t want to come off as rude. Very sorry, about that." His expression made it seem fairly genuine.

"You should, it’s very humanizing, good for the old morale. Might even be a confidence boost, get you out of that shell of yours. Did wonders for me, thank you very much.” He nodded, being the expert he so clearly was. 

"I’ve got to make sure I fit in, learn the mannerisms. Don’t want anyone to feel uncomfortable around their ‘robot overlords,’ you know." More nodding was in order, as were crossed arms. "You look like a Betty. Or a Susan."

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Shell? What shell? Doesn’t have a shell. Does she? She took a look at her body… No shell. Why the little—No. Be nice. He’s an idiot, he doesn’t mean it.

"Yes, well… I am second-guessing the decision to meet with the humans. One gave me a nasty dent on my head, according to the security cameras. Broke my spectacles, even. Humans are horribly violent creatures." She huffed.

"…Those are very mundane names. I want one to match my personality, not my looks. But, thank you for the suggestion. Perhaps I’ll ask Her, when she comes back to us."

[superastutecore]

"They've got hair trigger tempers, humans. Know that for a fact, they're very destructive. Like to pin it all on innocent parties, too." Now he was shaking his head, so vigorously that his little glasses nearly slipped from his nose. "I'd offer you these, but they miiiight not fit your face."

Say all you wanted about his intelligence, it would be a lie to claim he couldn't be thoughtful every once in a while.

"You're very welcome. Maybe keep them in mind, always here with more suggestions."

[curiousinquisitions]

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[superastutecore]

"There, you see? That’s more like what I was expecting, what with my coming back and all. Some right proper enthusiasm."

[curiousinquisitions]

"Why wouldn’t I be enthusiastic? You’re my bestest friend ever! I was hoping you’d be the next to wake back up. Did you miss me?"

[superastutecore]

"There was that whole... that misunderstanding, with the facility. Not my fault. The higher ups can't seem to see past that, not terribly forgiving." That said, the android did offer her a grin. "'Course I did, how could I not? You're one of the friendlier folks here, very pleasant to be around."

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[superastutecore]

"What else am I expected to call you? Can’t very well use your name every time, would get tiresome. Might actually wear it out, using it too often.”

Self consciously tugging his shirt down. “Not like mine, impervious to wear. Wear it out all you want… y-you know, my name. The proper one.”

[themoralitycore-blog]

"I have not programmed a human name for myself. And if I did, ‘Love’ would certainly not be it. I would prefer it if you simply addressed me as ‘Morality."

She looked at him critically.

"…Seems you’ve been practicing human gestures. You seem to be uncomfortable with your official name. In that case, I will further address you as Wheatley."

It was the moral thing to do, after all. The gyroid offered a smile as a gesture of peace.

"Perhaps I should look into a name myself."

[superastutecore]

"Fine, fine. Won't do it again, wouldn't want to come off as rude. Very sorry, about that." His expression made it seem fairly genuine.

"You should, it's very humanizing, good for the old morale. Might even be a confidence boost, get you out of that shell of yours. Did wonders for me, thank you very much." He nodded, being the expert he so clearly was. 

"I've got to make sure I fit in, learn the mannerisms. Don't want anyone to feel uncomfortable around their 'robot overlords,' you know." More nodding was in order, as were crossed arms. "You look like a Betty. Or a Susan."

[curiousinquisitions]

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"Oh my god, Wheatley’s back? YAAAAAY, Wheatley’s back!"

[superastutecore]

"There, you see? That's more like what I was expecting, what with my coming back and all. Some right proper enthusiasm."

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[superastutecore]

"I know that face, love. Don’t be shy about it, I know everybody missed me. No shame in that, none at all."

[themoralitycore-blog]

"I am no love of yours, Intelligence Dampening Sphere. Refrain from the use of that nickname, and we’ll get along well enough."

Is, obligated to be nice to him. Morality core and all.

[superastutecore]

"What else am I expected to call you? Can't very well use your name every time, would get tiresome. Might actually wear it out, using it too often."

Self consciously tugging his shirt down. "Not like mine, impervious to wear. Wear it out all you want... y-you know, my name. The proper one."

[superastutecore]

It was with a loud and somewhat ugly groan that the android first tested his new body, stretching his arms out wide in the hall as though waking up from a long sleep.

It was good to be back, he decided, even if the android allotted to him was... admittedly, a far cry from what he would have preferred. As if the facility would allow him to have anything better.

With a sigh, and a testing pat to his stomach, it was decided that looking this particular gift horse in the mouth wasn't a good idea.