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Player
Name - Lauren
AIM Name - nomnomazoth
E-Mail - tviruslove[at]live[.]com
Character
Name - Wheatley
Fandom - Portal 2
Canon Point - Post Ending
Age - Age unknown; Physical body is late 30s (~38)
Gender - Male
Appearance - some PB pics
Yes, poor little Wheatley is normally a sphere. Just a little, basketball sized hunk of metal with a bright, shining blue eye that rode around on a rail system tending to the humans.
In a more human body, however, he's quite a bit different.
In a word, he is very lanky. Everything about him is awkward and uncertain; Not unlike a baby giraffe. He's all limbs with no grand idea how to use them, being much more used to transporting via an overhead rail or being toted around by a deranged mute lunatic helpful, if quiet friend. He's now 6'5" tall and roughly as thin as the rail he used to glide about on, so neither manoeuvres are very practical any more.
He has scruffy, dark blond hair which is always in a mess no matter what methods are undertaken to tame it. Despite being hidden by thick, black rimmed glasses, his eyes shine in an almost unnaturally bright blue and are extremely expressive. When he talks (with his very English accent) every word is emphasised in his eyes. It's a habit from having only that one outlet of expression; Once he becomes used to the arms thing he's going to become a very energetic speaker.
He's arriving in the standard Aperture Science employee uniform, which will also be what he's most comfortable with. A simple lab coat, a dress shirt, slacks, and shoes Outside of that, his taste in clothing is very... Out of style and eccentric, leaning toward styles that you'd find more readily in a cliché 50s sitcom. It's obvious that he's running on a very faulty view of fashion. He tends toward things that are more reminiscent of his core casing, muted greys and soft blues, but without any regard to how well the articles match or flow. He's liable to wear anything that feels comfortable.
He's going to still be partially robotic- Having a robotic brain and more robotic nervous system and all- which makes him more of a cyborg than full human or android
Personality - Uncorrupted by GlaDOS's body (and the insane drive to test it brings upon its owner), Wheatley is actually very outgoing. He's personable (despite being less than enthralled with humans and all the disgusting things they entail), talkative, friendly, and helpful. Whether that help is actually useful at all is... Questionable, but he does have his moments. He's very starkly opposite to GlaDOS through the entire game, being much more indecisive and passive, preferring to stay out of sight. It's very clear that he's fearful of confrontation with GlaDOS (and perhaps all authority; his displeased reaction when waking Chell doesn't hint toward any enjoyment of his position) and goes through any means he can to avoid it entirely or make it less dangerous. He's also able to (almost humanely) understand and accept responsibility for his actions, something that GlaDOS seems to find very difficult.
He's easily excitable in all directions, becoming intensely pleased when something turns the right way or extremely panicked when it goes south. In spite of this, he tries to be a quick thinker, always attempting to keep on his toes and come up with some solution or another. Even if it's someone else's.
Corrupted, some underlying issues with his lot in life are unearthed. Beneath his passive, chipper exterior is a core left embittered and unhappy. If becomes strikingly clear that he has a severe inferiority complex, disdainful of his treatment as "poor little Wheatley" and especially loathsome at being viewed as a moron.
As he is being brought post-ending, he's going to be mostly uncorrupted and gravely remorseful for what he did while he was in GlaDOS's body. There remains unlocked, however, the exceedingly spiteful side that was scratched open during his corruption. It'll mostly be kept under control by the patient, uncorrupt half of the core, but with enough digging it's possible he could snap completely.
History - Wiki
This is so heavy with headcanon it's not even funny? But...
Like many of the more simple cores, Wheatley was an experiment in creating and fostering Artificial Intelligence and fully human personalities into robotic presences. Unlike most of the other cores, he was also an earlier experiment in taking a human's brain - personality, memories, and all - into a machine. While he was much more advanced than any other model, he would only serve as a simple stepping stone to a much bigger, more advanced creation: The GlaDOS project.
The project wasn't merely for science. It held the ulterior objective of eventually pouring Aperture Science's founder, Cave Johnson, into a robotic hull so he could run the centre long past the lifespan his rapidly failing health would allow. No solid advancements were made in the field before his death, but he'd demanded that should such an event occur, his loyal assistant Caroline should take his place in the machine.
While working toward the project, many test subjects were necessary to perfect the technology. A lot of lives were given in the name of science, some even unwillingly. Most were lower-level scientists, dispensable man power that could be easily replaced. So easily replaced, in fact, that even a clumsy, bumbling oaf like Wheatley could get in during the haemorrhaging of employees to work in the Extended Relaxation Centre. While he wasn't a complete idiot, he was daft enough to grow disliked in the centre very quickly. It wasn't very long until, despite his extreme unsuitability for testing, he was forcibly put to sleep and volunteered for testing, if only to keep him from causing too much more damage.
Miraculously, his transplant was successful. While other cores lost critical assets of human personalities or failed outright, Wheatley's brain made the transfer relatively unscathed. Some of his memories were truncated during the transfer, but nothing essential was lost. There were batteries of tests, but once the researchers were armed with all the information they needed the breakthrough core was switched off and left to rot in storage.
Until the GlaDOS project was made live. There were multitudes of attempts to corral the malevolent, all-powerful A.I. Eventually they began weighing her down with the older, useless cores. Some were re-purposed or altered for strength and efficiency. In desperation, they even drug Wheatley out. It was a last ditch effort; The scientists who remembered him (the ones that were still alive, at least) remembered how difficult he made it to concentrate on anything but annoyance at him. If nothing else, it was worth a shot. He was stripped of his memories and attached to her, lingering like a malignant idiocy.
Like all of their attempts, it didn't work in the end. He was begrudgingly detached and tossed back in storage. They didn't even bother to turn him off, that time. He stayed awake as GlaDOS inevitably foiled her captors and flooded the facility with neurotoxin, hearing the extent of her mania as she lashed out on any survivors.
That was where he stayed during the events of Portal, always able to hear a portion of GlaDOS's taunting. The explosion that Chell caused when she destroyed GlaDOS was enough to move him close enough to a management rail that he could attach. Immediately, he fled for any cover he could find, only daring to leave the shadows after he was certain She was actually gone. It was too quiet for her to still be alive.
From that point until the happenings in Portal 2, Wheatley zoomed about on the management rails, doing the one thing that he really knew how to do. He wasn't sure why, but he just understood how the Relaxation Centre worked and despite a resentment toward humans, it was something that felt right. It wasn't a difficult job, at least, as most everything was self-regulated. For a good long time, things ran smoothly.
Until one day he finally noticed the fading vital signs on a large portion of the slumbering humans. Panic set in as he desperately tried to fix the problem, generally only managing to make it worse. Eventually, he gave up on trying to keep everyone alive and instead, in his hectic panic, focused on the healthiest subjects. If he could save even one, he wouldn't be a complete failure. One by one, he began waking people from the Relaxation Centre and trying to escaped with them. None of them survived long enough to even reach the Aperture Science Handheld Portal Device.
It was at least a dozen attempts in between frantic fluttering to try and save as many people as he could before he stumbled upon Chell. This is when the events of Portal 2 take place.
When Chell attached him to GlaDOS's body, things took a sharp downhill turn. His previous abuse at the hands of GlaDOS as well as his strong inferiority complex were a mass of fuel to the blazing fire the programming in her body set off in him. The sudden power, the various background systems running to urge him to test, it all served to collapse his mental state and, at GlaDOS's goading he had a complete mental breakdown.
Even after setting up a few rudimentary test chambers, he had time. A lot of time for him to think, to absorb everything, while Chell and GlaDOS were in the old Aperture laboratories. Enough time, in fact, that he was able to dig around in everything GlaDOS was doing. All of her projects, every new testing idea and contraption, he was able to sift through. Most of them, anyway. Some of them were well locked. Secrets. Things he couldn't brute force, even in her body. One of them was actually particularly interesting looking, but there was no way he could get into it.
So he thought.
He'd tried a few times to brute force into it, with no luck. The furthest he got was a list of names. He'd found and selected his, of course, but that was it. After that, he merely assumed it was broken or just not finished, as any attempt to access it afterwards was met with a 'busy' response. Little did he know he'd answered a prompt for choosing the subject DNA to be used as a clone body. Little else did he know, he wasn't the original Wheatley in Aperture. It was a bizarre twist of fate, how the man who was unknowingly tricked into becoming a core had, as a core, unknowingly began to recreate that same man.
Chell had returned to the main testing areas and she had her potato friend with her. Wheatley had thought it wouldn't be any problem. They were still friends, after all, right? He'd made a mistake, but they could test together and everything could be fine. She would be better than the messy experiments he'd pieced together while she was away. At least, he'd thought as much until the test euphoria waned. It was a drug that he'd grown accustomed to much too quickly. And it wasn't enough.
He became hostile, harassing and insulting his former friend to try and regain that test ecstasy with no luck. All the while, Chell advanced on his chamber. If she could kill GlaDOS... He went through great measures to safeguard himself, trying to smash her with spiked metal plates, dropping her into rooms full of (defective) turrets, even redirecting an aerial faith plate to a single platform where he would hopefully smash her with dozens of spiked plates. To no avail.
He knew she was close, and there was little he could do to slow her down. So, while he continued to arm and defend himself, he also began to make a copy of himself. Directly into GlaDOS's mainframe. It was fairly clever, for him. By the time Chell had made it to the chamber, he'd had a back-up in place, constantly streaming data so it would be as updated as possible. Part 6 of his Four Part Plan. Brilliant.
The battle was intense, and as far as Wheatley was concerned was going in his favour. The cores were attached to him, sure, but she had fallen for the booby trapped stalemate button. This was, of course, ignoring the impending explosion that was soon to wrack the facility due to Wheatley's inability to maintain it worth anything.
Not that he had much time to worry about that as he soon found himself sucked into the cold, lonely vacuum of space. The last upload to the copy of himself in GlaDOS's mainframe was the image of Chell, desperate, clinging to him before he'd broken off of GlaDOS's body.
The copy didn't do much. It stayed, taking up space, for a long time, before it was even noticed. Perhaps because it was terribly quiet, struggling to make sense of the last image he ever saw. Maybe because the corruption that an rampant through GlaDOS masked it from view. Either way, it bided enough time for the clone body to grow.
It wasn't until GlaDOS went to see about her own test in cloning that she noticed he'd done something. There was another body. A man's. While she dug about for answers; Activity logs, transcripts, glitches, anything, she stumbled upon the back-up.
He was clever, for an idiot.
She didn't want any part of the moron in her mainframe, but merely deleting the copy wasn't enough. He had to suffer for his crimes. Whether it was that line of reasoning or his persuasive use of terrible ideas that finally got the copy transferred into the cloned body was neither clear nor important.
What was important was the fact that he was finally free of her influence.
Skills/Abilities/Powers - He's a master hacker
For as much as he's portrayed as an idiot, he's decently clever. While Chell comes up with the meat of the solutions, he does lead to her to the ideas of cutting off GlaDOS's neurotoxin and turret supplies. He also changes the orientation of an aerial faith plate, tricking Chell into going the complete wrong way and directly into a trap (something that even GlaDOS has to admit is impressive) and he has the foresight to booby-trap the stalemate button. He's not the quickest thinker, and putting him in a situation where he has to figure something out on the spot will result in a lot of sputtering and terrible ideas, but given time he has the potential to piece together a decent plan.
Power Restrictions - None, really. He pretty much restricts himself.
Job - Maintenance. Fear for your safety.
Mark Location - Placed vertically at the centre of his chest
Samples
First Person Sample (Communicator, Bulletin, or Mirror) - [The message cuts on to very slow, meticulous tapping, almost entirely drowning out the voice that's yammering on in the background]
-o if you don't work I'm going to have to talk to your supervisor and I'm sure neither of u-
Oh!
Oh hello there! What's that? What's happening? Is it-
Are you supposed to be doing that? Making a call? Is that... Is that it then? Who're we calling?
Hello?
Third Person Sample (Log) - Space. The final frontier. Endless inky blackness. Millions and millions of miles of rock, gas, and nothing.
Completely, mind numbingly boring.
It wasn't for lack of trying, of course. Wheatley'd tried, oh he tried to talk. It wasn't as if he were completely alone.
"Wanna go home. Wanna go back to Earth. Tired of space. Too big. Too big. Don't like space. Wanna go home."
No, the bleeding Space Core was there with him. The Space Core. The Space Core. Yet, not ten minutes after their orbit around the moon began, the thing wouldn't shut up about how awful space was. Before, oh before it was all roses - Space roses, he'd call them, Wheatley was sure. Imaginative - Space was the best place! Oh yes, Space Core would... Well, Wheatley wasn't exactly sure WHAT the other core planned to do in space (it wouldn't be surprising if he didn't plan anything at all) but he was ready to go do it. Wouldn't shut up about it.
Almost drove him mad.
Yet now he'd almost give anything to go back to that. Anything was better than the complaining.
"Too big. It's really big. Bigger than Earth. Let's go back. Can we go back? Wanna go back."
It was pointless, but the core was exasperated. "Yes, mate, yes, it's big. It's space, that's the whole point. Big. Space. Empty. Space."
"Didn't think it'd be so big. Gotta go home. Gonna go home. Where's the lady? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, where- Where's the nice lady. She gonna get us out of space?"
The shutters around his 'eye' cringed. It never ended with the stupid thing, did it? Non-stop. All about space. He'd had enough of space. He'd had enough of the Space Core. He had enough wallowing in self pity, enough replaying what had happened before, enough regret for letting her taint him, enough remorse for- Well, for being such a jerk. He really did just want to escape, and he was keen on helping her but... She got in the way of it all. Of course she would, it was how she was.
But it was enough. Two weeks floating aimlessly around a crater-pecked rock was enough. If he wanted to preserve any sanity and clarity he had (and he felt as if he had so much, after he was disconnected from her body), he had to stop.
SLEEP MODE ACTIVATED...|
The light behind his single eye faded as the panels closed around it. All unnecessary functions ground to a stop, anything that wasn't pure maintenance completely shut down, only to awake after an extreme atmospheric change. Even as he faded out, he could hear the other core yammering on about space. The last thoughts before he drifted away were merely how long the Space Core would be able to keep it up before power ran dry.
GOOD NIGHT APERTURE SCIENCE PERSONALITY CONSTRUCT!...|
Any Other Details We Should Know - The robotic 'core' brain isn't a power in and of itself and functions as nothing more than an analogue to a human brain. All it is is his programming/personality and brings him no superhuman abilities, except having a less squishy, more metal brain. Similar to how GlaDOS's core could be placed into a potato battery and function, it's just a core in a skull instead of a metal orb.
He's also going to be extremely dysmorphic, as unlike GlaDOS he doesn't remember, nor is he aware, that he ever was human.
Name - Lauren
AIM Name - nomnomazoth
E-Mail - tviruslove[at]live[.]com
Character
Name - Wheatley
Fandom - Portal 2
Canon Point - Post Ending
Age - Age unknown; Physical body is late 30s (~38)
Gender - Male
Appearance - some PB pics
Yes, poor little Wheatley is normally a sphere. Just a little, basketball sized hunk of metal with a bright, shining blue eye that rode around on a rail system tending to the humans.
In a more human body, however, he's quite a bit different.
In a word, he is very lanky. Everything about him is awkward and uncertain; Not unlike a baby giraffe. He's all limbs with no grand idea how to use them, being much more used to transporting via an overhead rail or being toted around by a deranged mute lunatic helpful, if quiet friend. He's now 6'5" tall and roughly as thin as the rail he used to glide about on, so neither manoeuvres are very practical any more.
He has scruffy, dark blond hair which is always in a mess no matter what methods are undertaken to tame it. Despite being hidden by thick, black rimmed glasses, his eyes shine in an almost unnaturally bright blue and are extremely expressive. When he talks (with his very English accent) every word is emphasised in his eyes. It's a habit from having only that one outlet of expression; Once he becomes used to the arms thing he's going to become a very energetic speaker.
He's arriving in the standard Aperture Science employee uniform, which will also be what he's most comfortable with. A simple lab coat, a dress shirt, slacks, and shoes Outside of that, his taste in clothing is very... Out of style and eccentric, leaning toward styles that you'd find more readily in a cliché 50s sitcom. It's obvious that he's running on a very faulty view of fashion. He tends toward things that are more reminiscent of his core casing, muted greys and soft blues, but without any regard to how well the articles match or flow. He's liable to wear anything that feels comfortable.
He's going to still be partially robotic- Having a robotic brain and more robotic nervous system and all- which makes him more of a cyborg than full human or android
Personality - Uncorrupted by GlaDOS's body (and the insane drive to test it brings upon its owner), Wheatley is actually very outgoing. He's personable (despite being less than enthralled with humans and all the disgusting things they entail), talkative, friendly, and helpful. Whether that help is actually useful at all is... Questionable, but he does have his moments. He's very starkly opposite to GlaDOS through the entire game, being much more indecisive and passive, preferring to stay out of sight. It's very clear that he's fearful of confrontation with GlaDOS (and perhaps all authority; his displeased reaction when waking Chell doesn't hint toward any enjoyment of his position) and goes through any means he can to avoid it entirely or make it less dangerous. He's also able to (almost humanely) understand and accept responsibility for his actions, something that GlaDOS seems to find very difficult.
He's easily excitable in all directions, becoming intensely pleased when something turns the right way or extremely panicked when it goes south. In spite of this, he tries to be a quick thinker, always attempting to keep on his toes and come up with some solution or another. Even if it's someone else's.
Corrupted, some underlying issues with his lot in life are unearthed. Beneath his passive, chipper exterior is a core left embittered and unhappy. If becomes strikingly clear that he has a severe inferiority complex, disdainful of his treatment as "poor little Wheatley" and especially loathsome at being viewed as a moron.
As he is being brought post-ending, he's going to be mostly uncorrupted and gravely remorseful for what he did while he was in GlaDOS's body. There remains unlocked, however, the exceedingly spiteful side that was scratched open during his corruption. It'll mostly be kept under control by the patient, uncorrupt half of the core, but with enough digging it's possible he could snap completely.
History - Wiki
This is so heavy with headcanon it's not even funny? But...
Like many of the more simple cores, Wheatley was an experiment in creating and fostering Artificial Intelligence and fully human personalities into robotic presences. Unlike most of the other cores, he was also an earlier experiment in taking a human's brain - personality, memories, and all - into a machine. While he was much more advanced than any other model, he would only serve as a simple stepping stone to a much bigger, more advanced creation: The GlaDOS project.
The project wasn't merely for science. It held the ulterior objective of eventually pouring Aperture Science's founder, Cave Johnson, into a robotic hull so he could run the centre long past the lifespan his rapidly failing health would allow. No solid advancements were made in the field before his death, but he'd demanded that should such an event occur, his loyal assistant Caroline should take his place in the machine.
While working toward the project, many test subjects were necessary to perfect the technology. A lot of lives were given in the name of science, some even unwillingly. Most were lower-level scientists, dispensable man power that could be easily replaced. So easily replaced, in fact, that even a clumsy, bumbling oaf like Wheatley could get in during the haemorrhaging of employees to work in the Extended Relaxation Centre. While he wasn't a complete idiot, he was daft enough to grow disliked in the centre very quickly. It wasn't very long until, despite his extreme unsuitability for testing, he was forcibly put to sleep and volunteered for testing, if only to keep him from causing too much more damage.
Miraculously, his transplant was successful. While other cores lost critical assets of human personalities or failed outright, Wheatley's brain made the transfer relatively unscathed. Some of his memories were truncated during the transfer, but nothing essential was lost. There were batteries of tests, but once the researchers were armed with all the information they needed the breakthrough core was switched off and left to rot in storage.
Until the GlaDOS project was made live. There were multitudes of attempts to corral the malevolent, all-powerful A.I. Eventually they began weighing her down with the older, useless cores. Some were re-purposed or altered for strength and efficiency. In desperation, they even drug Wheatley out. It was a last ditch effort; The scientists who remembered him (the ones that were still alive, at least) remembered how difficult he made it to concentrate on anything but annoyance at him. If nothing else, it was worth a shot. He was stripped of his memories and attached to her, lingering like a malignant idiocy.
Like all of their attempts, it didn't work in the end. He was begrudgingly detached and tossed back in storage. They didn't even bother to turn him off, that time. He stayed awake as GlaDOS inevitably foiled her captors and flooded the facility with neurotoxin, hearing the extent of her mania as she lashed out on any survivors.
That was where he stayed during the events of Portal, always able to hear a portion of GlaDOS's taunting. The explosion that Chell caused when she destroyed GlaDOS was enough to move him close enough to a management rail that he could attach. Immediately, he fled for any cover he could find, only daring to leave the shadows after he was certain She was actually gone. It was too quiet for her to still be alive.
From that point until the happenings in Portal 2, Wheatley zoomed about on the management rails, doing the one thing that he really knew how to do. He wasn't sure why, but he just understood how the Relaxation Centre worked and despite a resentment toward humans, it was something that felt right. It wasn't a difficult job, at least, as most everything was self-regulated. For a good long time, things ran smoothly.
Until one day he finally noticed the fading vital signs on a large portion of the slumbering humans. Panic set in as he desperately tried to fix the problem, generally only managing to make it worse. Eventually, he gave up on trying to keep everyone alive and instead, in his hectic panic, focused on the healthiest subjects. If he could save even one, he wouldn't be a complete failure. One by one, he began waking people from the Relaxation Centre and trying to escaped with them. None of them survived long enough to even reach the Aperture Science Handheld Portal Device.
It was at least a dozen attempts in between frantic fluttering to try and save as many people as he could before he stumbled upon Chell. This is when the events of Portal 2 take place.
When Chell attached him to GlaDOS's body, things took a sharp downhill turn. His previous abuse at the hands of GlaDOS as well as his strong inferiority complex were a mass of fuel to the blazing fire the programming in her body set off in him. The sudden power, the various background systems running to urge him to test, it all served to collapse his mental state and, at GlaDOS's goading he had a complete mental breakdown.
Even after setting up a few rudimentary test chambers, he had time. A lot of time for him to think, to absorb everything, while Chell and GlaDOS were in the old Aperture laboratories. Enough time, in fact, that he was able to dig around in everything GlaDOS was doing. All of her projects, every new testing idea and contraption, he was able to sift through. Most of them, anyway. Some of them were well locked. Secrets. Things he couldn't brute force, even in her body. One of them was actually particularly interesting looking, but there was no way he could get into it.
So he thought.
He'd tried a few times to brute force into it, with no luck. The furthest he got was a list of names. He'd found and selected his, of course, but that was it. After that, he merely assumed it was broken or just not finished, as any attempt to access it afterwards was met with a 'busy' response. Little did he know he'd answered a prompt for choosing the subject DNA to be used as a clone body. Little else did he know, he wasn't the original Wheatley in Aperture. It was a bizarre twist of fate, how the man who was unknowingly tricked into becoming a core had, as a core, unknowingly began to recreate that same man.
Chell had returned to the main testing areas and she had her potato friend with her. Wheatley had thought it wouldn't be any problem. They were still friends, after all, right? He'd made a mistake, but they could test together and everything could be fine. She would be better than the messy experiments he'd pieced together while she was away. At least, he'd thought as much until the test euphoria waned. It was a drug that he'd grown accustomed to much too quickly. And it wasn't enough.
He became hostile, harassing and insulting his former friend to try and regain that test ecstasy with no luck. All the while, Chell advanced on his chamber. If she could kill GlaDOS... He went through great measures to safeguard himself, trying to smash her with spiked metal plates, dropping her into rooms full of (defective) turrets, even redirecting an aerial faith plate to a single platform where he would hopefully smash her with dozens of spiked plates. To no avail.
He knew she was close, and there was little he could do to slow her down. So, while he continued to arm and defend himself, he also began to make a copy of himself. Directly into GlaDOS's mainframe. It was fairly clever, for him. By the time Chell had made it to the chamber, he'd had a back-up in place, constantly streaming data so it would be as updated as possible. Part 6 of his Four Part Plan. Brilliant.
The battle was intense, and as far as Wheatley was concerned was going in his favour. The cores were attached to him, sure, but she had fallen for the booby trapped stalemate button. This was, of course, ignoring the impending explosion that was soon to wrack the facility due to Wheatley's inability to maintain it worth anything.
Not that he had much time to worry about that as he soon found himself sucked into the cold, lonely vacuum of space. The last upload to the copy of himself in GlaDOS's mainframe was the image of Chell, desperate, clinging to him before he'd broken off of GlaDOS's body.
The copy didn't do much. It stayed, taking up space, for a long time, before it was even noticed. Perhaps because it was terribly quiet, struggling to make sense of the last image he ever saw. Maybe because the corruption that an rampant through GlaDOS masked it from view. Either way, it bided enough time for the clone body to grow.
It wasn't until GlaDOS went to see about her own test in cloning that she noticed he'd done something. There was another body. A man's. While she dug about for answers; Activity logs, transcripts, glitches, anything, she stumbled upon the back-up.
He was clever, for an idiot.
She didn't want any part of the moron in her mainframe, but merely deleting the copy wasn't enough. He had to suffer for his crimes. Whether it was that line of reasoning or his persuasive use of terrible ideas that finally got the copy transferred into the cloned body was neither clear nor important.
What was important was the fact that he was finally free of her influence.
Skills/Abilities/Powers - He's a master hacker
For as much as he's portrayed as an idiot, he's decently clever. While Chell comes up with the meat of the solutions, he does lead to her to the ideas of cutting off GlaDOS's neurotoxin and turret supplies. He also changes the orientation of an aerial faith plate, tricking Chell into going the complete wrong way and directly into a trap (something that even GlaDOS has to admit is impressive) and he has the foresight to booby-trap the stalemate button. He's not the quickest thinker, and putting him in a situation where he has to figure something out on the spot will result in a lot of sputtering and terrible ideas, but given time he has the potential to piece together a decent plan.
Power Restrictions - None, really. He pretty much restricts himself.
Job - Maintenance. Fear for your safety.
Mark Location - Placed vertically at the centre of his chest
Samples
First Person Sample (Communicator, Bulletin, or Mirror) - [The message cuts on to very slow, meticulous tapping, almost entirely drowning out the voice that's yammering on in the background]
-o if you don't work I'm going to have to talk to your supervisor and I'm sure neither of u-
Oh!
Oh hello there! What's that? What's happening? Is it-
Are you supposed to be doing that? Making a call? Is that... Is that it then? Who're we calling?
Hello?
Third Person Sample (Log) - Space. The final frontier. Endless inky blackness. Millions and millions of miles of rock, gas, and nothing.
Completely, mind numbingly boring.
It wasn't for lack of trying, of course. Wheatley'd tried, oh he tried to talk. It wasn't as if he were completely alone.
"Wanna go home. Wanna go back to Earth. Tired of space. Too big. Too big. Don't like space. Wanna go home."
No, the bleeding Space Core was there with him. The Space Core. The Space Core. Yet, not ten minutes after their orbit around the moon began, the thing wouldn't shut up about how awful space was. Before, oh before it was all roses - Space roses, he'd call them, Wheatley was sure. Imaginative - Space was the best place! Oh yes, Space Core would... Well, Wheatley wasn't exactly sure WHAT the other core planned to do in space (it wouldn't be surprising if he didn't plan anything at all) but he was ready to go do it. Wouldn't shut up about it.
Almost drove him mad.
Yet now he'd almost give anything to go back to that. Anything was better than the complaining.
"Too big. It's really big. Bigger than Earth. Let's go back. Can we go back? Wanna go back."
It was pointless, but the core was exasperated. "Yes, mate, yes, it's big. It's space, that's the whole point. Big. Space. Empty. Space."
"Didn't think it'd be so big. Gotta go home. Gonna go home. Where's the lady? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, where- Where's the nice lady. She gonna get us out of space?"
The shutters around his 'eye' cringed. It never ended with the stupid thing, did it? Non-stop. All about space. He'd had enough of space. He'd had enough of the Space Core. He had enough wallowing in self pity, enough replaying what had happened before, enough regret for letting her taint him, enough remorse for- Well, for being such a jerk. He really did just want to escape, and he was keen on helping her but... She got in the way of it all. Of course she would, it was how she was.
But it was enough. Two weeks floating aimlessly around a crater-pecked rock was enough. If he wanted to preserve any sanity and clarity he had (and he felt as if he had so much, after he was disconnected from her body), he had to stop.
SLEEP MODE ACTIVATED...|
The light behind his single eye faded as the panels closed around it. All unnecessary functions ground to a stop, anything that wasn't pure maintenance completely shut down, only to awake after an extreme atmospheric change. Even as he faded out, he could hear the other core yammering on about space. The last thoughts before he drifted away were merely how long the Space Core would be able to keep it up before power ran dry.
GOOD NIGHT APERTURE SCIENCE PERSONALITY CONSTRUCT!...|
Any Other Details We Should Know - The robotic 'core' brain isn't a power in and of itself and functions as nothing more than an analogue to a human brain. All it is is his programming/personality and brings him no superhuman abilities, except having a less squishy, more metal brain. Similar to how GlaDOS's core could be placed into a potato battery and function, it's just a core in a skull instead of a metal orb.
He's also going to be extremely dysmorphic, as unlike GlaDOS he doesn't remember, nor is he aware, that he ever was human.