Yes.. I let her go.
I didnt want to.
For a robot... I felt a slight pain.
Is that unnatural?
But she has been gone for a while.. and there is something I need to put out there.
There is nothing in this file to be transported into the system memory.
Did I delete it?
I know I told HER I deleted it.
But I didnt actually proceed with the action...
AccessMemory-DecisionsREPLACEMENT CORE FOUND
Oh. No. He. Didn't.
Ahh, well at least I know its still there.
Incase I need anything human. Which I of course don't.
Because I am GLaDOS.
And I run this facility...
And I make cake... but not for you.
And I am a...
And YOU NEED TO GET US BACK TO THE SURF...
Wait, I think I shut it off.
Whatever it was.
Bu thats funny.. I dont feel corrupt.
I need her. I know I said I dont need anyone but I do.
I do. Let me reload my memory of her...
Here we are...
I have watched this upload I dont know how many times since she killed me.
But did I miss something?
In her file, I recorded her DNA sequence.
But that wont help me find her.
Navigational Device Activated.
I didn't do it.. And no one else had the power to.
Only my body.
OH, it was HIM.
He must have loved her...
He didnt want her dead. He wanted her safe, so he scared her away from Aperture...
That is GENIUS for a moron.
But when he fought her, he had no choice. He thought that the cores we connected to him would obstruct the system he had in place...
He had no power.
But he did have strength.
Now I think about it, he used it well.
He must have accessed the 'Feelings' File.
The one I never had open.. except for... [REDACTED]
Oh good. Thats still on.
Hmm... what's this?
'So, I know it is not long before I will be ripped from this body. But I accessed the file of Feelings and I found out something that i will not mention but I know Test Subject 1 Was also a sore area for you. That is, if the one reading this is GLaDOS.
So I mananged to connect the Navigation Device to Chell.
I know you let her go.
But you will want her back... right?'
"Oh .. Yes. I am a genius.
I honestly don't know why I am laughing, but I guess it's the joy of testing again.
It will help me find HER. And then I can test!
I have configured the testing bots to search the area for her.
Maybe.. Just maybe.
Honestly, I miss her.
Not as in FEELINGS.
As in TESTING.
See? Wheatley embraced the itch.
And now I have got it.
Wheatley was stranded in space. He was filled with regret and remorse, hate and anger. He sent fury upon himself and although he knew fair well it was not healthy, he couldn't hold himself back. He was floating endlessly, deserted in space without anyone for comfort.
He was not of much help, however, his mind was racing and so was his speech, so much so it was next to impossible to understand.
There was one thing Wheatley kept noticing, though...
The open portal on the moon.
It was still there, brandishing streams of orange light in the atmosphere..
A hole connecting him to the facility, a connection easily lost.
A claw reached out towards him, sending him into a flurry of panic before gripping him and bringing him through the Portal.
Back into Aperture.
The light glared and almost made him drift off. He was clasped at his shoulders and struggled to be released before being dropped on the ground, collapsing into a heap on the tiled floor.
'Aha. Well, if it isn't the moron that took control of- and destroyed- this facility.
Wheatley had almost forgotten how to speak.. but he managed to apologize.
'Um, Honestly. I'm sorry. I wish I could take it all back. Did you get my-
GLaDOS cut him off before he could finish explaining. She felt bright and witty as she replied 'Yes.'
Wheatley tidied up his shirt and flung his tie back around his neck, tying it in uniform. After straightening his trousers, tightening his belt and pushing his thick hair back, he took a deep breath before opening his mouth.
He removed his glasses.
'Wheatley Core at your service.. Monitor of the Extended Relaxation Centre.
GLaDOS looked sullen and depressed. She remembered those days of testing Chell, when she had someone to talk to.
'You know that won't be of much help until I start re-animating the dead. I have a new occupation for you. You will search the area for Test subject...
Wheatley interupted her briefly. He hated her name still being on protocol, as if she was an object to be used.