1/017: And if I lay her down to sleep; I look to science, her soul to keep.

[wheatdos]

[Wheatley is lounging about in GLaDOS's room, doing his best to try to keep the psychotic woman from murdering all of you her relaxed. As time consuming as a job like that is, he finds himself to be incredibly... well, lonely. Especially when your only company can barely keep a conversation with you because of the voices tormenting her mind. His voice sounds absolutely exhausted and out of breath. This guy hasn't slept in days...]

D-do you want to know what's really difficult?
Making friends.
And-and I don't mean those fair weather types you humans keep talking about. Wh-what are they called again? Acquaintances? Right right, that's it.

...I mean... well, actual friends. Don't know how you humans can have so many.

And...

[Give him a moment as he slowly inhales, to try to get a train of thought going. All he could think about was sleep...]

Would any of you know any... uh, suggestions... for helping people... wh-who might hear voices in their heads? Maybe? A friend of mine can't sleep and she's...she's... really, really having a hard time here.


GLaDOS:

/ACTION/

[He's sitting on the bed, raising his head to see her laying beside him. The man looks like death. His sunken eyes having a permanent purple tinted circle around them and he hadn't bothered to brush his hair in days. You're killing him, GLaDOS.]

I... I'm going to ask anyone... if maybe there's a way to help you.


Chell:

Uh... love? Love are you busy?
I could-could use your help here.
I-I don't suppose you've ever done any care taking?


CC:
Okay... I've thought about it! Long and hard! L-Let's make a deal.
You...stay away from me.

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[wheatdos]

[He pauses to collect his thoughts, yawning before he had the chance to answer. Note the slur of exhaustion in his voice.]

Uh... W-well! She tells me they're loud. Very loud... s-speaking to her? S-sometimes she can't hear what's going on around her and it... it keeps her awake at night...

[He sighs and sounds a little desperate.]

F-for goodness sake, it's been days since she's gotten a lick of sleep...

[knock_knock]

I am assuming that this is not normal for her, yes?

[He's more interested in information than helping, but in this case those two might be one and the same. Especially if this is some sort of loss, because guess who hasn't figured his out yet? Hint: this guy.]

[wheatdos]

No. Nonono... goodness no. Started a few days ago.
Say, I hope-I hope don't mind me asking... but are you human?

[knock_knock]

I see.... has she told you what they talk to her about, perhaps?
[He doubts it's going to be useful to ask about it anymore considering it could be a temporary loss, but you never know.

Gary has decided to take an interest in the second question, so Wyoming humors them both and responds with small question of his own.]
It's certainly possible. However, I'd like to know why it's important first.

[wheatdos]

I... uh, no actually. She didn't tell me.
She just complains about how loud it is.

[He yawns again, grumbling something under his breath about how 'bloody troublesome sleep is.']

Ehehe... I see. It-it's just...
Not like I'm insulting your judgement! If you-if you do happen to be human... it's just...It's... not exactly a human problem... she's...
She's an AI mate. L-like me. We-...

She's terribly ill.