The longer Wheatley suffered his return, the more he figured that She was intent on making his life as miserable as possible.
A joint assignment! Could you believe it? At first, it seemed like a blessing in disguise. Surely another shot at escape with a human couldn’t hurt ... But then She insisted that it would be another bot he’d be spending the day with, and it took everything the android had to bite back a groan upon the realization of exactly what kind of bot he’d be up against.
It was a simple task, really. A custodial and morale bot. Wheatley and ASMIA. The perfect team to dote over thousands of slumbering humans in some derelict sector of the facility. Wheatley was to do diagnostics, and ASMIA to interface directly to the humans in order to assuage any particularly distressed subjects. He’d done the job alone plenty of times, though he perhaps was a bit careless in exactly how he went about doing so.
If there was something Wheatley didn’t play nice with, it was distressed humans.
They’re at least thirty subjects down when Wheatley can no longer bear the heavy silence. ❝ I did this job for years, actually. Did I ever tell you that? ❞ Some part of him knows he did, and some bigger part of him knows that ASMIA had a few stern words for exactly how he’d done his job. But the desire for conversation far outweighed his ego, at least for now.
