What it Means to be Human 1What it Means to be Human
Disclaimer: I do not own Portal 2, this is only for enjoyment.
That endless horizon, the last dimension, the final frontier... featured in so many movies and tales ranging from horror to comedy, to even a "family" film...
Wheatley would give ANYTHING to stop seeing it now.
How long... how long has it been since that day he first encountered Chell, the woman who had managed to kill GLaDOS, the head of the entire Apeture Science Laboratories? How long had it been since he got a taste of what GLaDOS could do and went mad from the power? It all seemed so far away now. He silently wondered to himself as to how long he had actually been up there, staring at the moon and the earth, regretting that he had betrayed Chell. He had meant to do it... he had meant to help her escape from that awful place, but the power lured him in like a angler's lure and he bit. If only he could have a brief moment to speak with her... to apologize, then maybe things-
Making Amends: Chapter FourChell gritted her teeth as she tried to climb over the rusty fence. Wheatley was strapped onto her back, restraining her range of movement. He wasn't talking as much as she thought he would, but even so, he was still talking quite a bit.
"Hey, Chell, how much longer do you think it'll be?" Wheatley asked, causing the woman to roll her eyes. "I mean, this is much better than following the rail, not like the rail would even go there, but it was so much faster! But I do like this alot better, y'know, since it's you and all, and not... uh... the rail... But anyway, how much longer?"
"Not long..." she replied.
He was only silent for a moment, because in the next he was apologizing again. "I really am sorry! I hate how I was! I am so, so, so, so sorry! I am. Truly, and terribly and IMMENSLY sorry."
Chell smirked, amused at how he was acting. This had to be the tenth time he had apologized as they had made their way to the area test subjects were stored. She thought it was sweet how much he h
Making amendsThere was... Grass beneath her feet. She had walked for miles, and she had just come to an open space. The stars shown down through the break in the trees. Chell stopped and stared into the dark heavens. The moon was bright and full, spreading a glow over her face.
Chell closed her eyes and whispered the first word she had said in years. "Wheatley." He was out there somewhere, her robotic friend. He was floating around in space, lost to it's emptiness.
"HA! I knew someone was alive in here. AH! Oh. My. God. You look terrible - ummm... good. Looking good, actually."
Wheatley had been the first robot that hadn't immiediatly placed her into a testing chamber. His first thought when he saw her had been 'Escape!'. Sure, he hadn't been the smartest robot in the facility, but it was what he was that let her trust him. He was a personality core that had been made to keep GlaD0s in control and that's just what he had done. He had done so, and stopped her reign of terror. But the core it'