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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[cheerupemoborg]

...Do you even know what you're doing?

[wheatdos]

C-course I do...!

[He sounds the slightest bit apprehensive.]

...Why?

[cheerupemoborg]

No reason! Be sure to let us know how it turns out.

[wheatdos]

...Us?

[cheerupemoborg]

The castle.

[wheatdos]

Ah yes, righrighright. Course. The castle.
Steps for science! it's understandable that everyone would want to know...

[There are little shuffling sounds, general clanking; as if he were going through a knife drawer.]

Speaking of which... if you don't mind me asking....

[Wheatley's voice is rather absentminded.]

You're an AI mate. Heh. Ever heard any voices or-or anything like that?
Things to make you...crazy in the head?

[cheerupemoborg]

Trust me, there's nothing artificial about my intelligence.

No, I don't hear voices. Do you?

[wheatdos]

I-

[There was a small shuffling. Someone else was there. It must have been who he was asking for help over the journal for. He mutters something away from the journal; something that resembles "You have to keep trying to sleep, love." before he returned.]

S-sorry about that. But... uhh... the answer to your question... no.
Not for a... for a long time.
Better yet, not since I've been here. Which-which isn't particularly a bad thing.

[cheerupemoborg]

So you were hearing things at one point?

[wheatdos]

Yeah. It...uh, it happens when you're corrupted.
Swear I'm not too crazy.

[He says with another laugh. Not too crazy.]

[cheerupemoborg]

Uh-huh.

[That is the sound of doubt, Wheatley.]

'Corrupted'?

[wheatdos]

[He doesn't even catch on.]

S'right mate.... Corrupted. Things get pretty nasty when you're corrupted.
A thousand voices screaming at you can make you do a lot of crazy things.
Can you imagine it? Terrible stuff.

[cheerupemoborg]

I assume coming to Paradisa fixed that problem.

[wheatdos]

Well...N-No.
But it saved me from a pretty terrible sentence.