Another boss RP with Ace and Renegade [DNP]

[Sovereign Renegade]

Guess what? This is another amazing private RP between Ace and Renegade
You can read on with us, but you can't post!

[Ace of Fours]

It was six a.m. or so, Christine could tell as she pulled her face up off her keyboard. Not because there was a clock in the room, but because the lights were at that early morning sunrise dimness. The lighting in Aperture changed depending on the time of day, so employee's body clocks remained regular when they remained on call. Christine had simply fallen asleep at her computer, working on a new program that was giving her trouble. She had clocked out hours earlier, so no overtime for her. She was just really, really dedicated to her work.

Yawning, she stretched and stood up, in dire need of some coffee. The employee lounge was just down the hall from her office. As she walked past the dormitories she could hear people snoring. Smirking slightly, Christine attempted to untangle her long blonde hair by running her hand through it. Quickly she gave up and blearily stumbled into the break room. She scowled as she realized she'd have to make the coffee herself. Christine sat on a chair and rubbed her eyes.

"Chris, did you pull an all nighter again?" a voice chimed as the door swung open. One of her coworkers. Jerod, she recalled his name.

"Yeah, I did. Silly me." she said with a weak grin. She hated to be called Chris. She had insisted on that a thousand times, but nobody in the place seemed to ever listen to her. Well. Except for...

"Oh, good, someone's already made coffee." Jerod suddenly spoke, stirring Christine from her thoughts and disrupting the fond smile on her face. She merely sighed as he helped himself to the coffee she'd made and waited until he left to get her own cup. After adding copious amounts of cream and sugar she headed down the hallway, cautiously sipping as she walked. A major part of her job was to monitor and care for the personality cores. A job that she loved, not only for it's paycheck and because it was rewarding, but because of a certain blue-eyed sphere by the name of Wheatley.

[Sovereign Renegade]

Like humans, Personality Spheres needed rest. Not sleeping rest but rest to recharge their batteries for the days ahead of them at Aperture labs. To test subjects, the silence in the testing chambers usually lead them to believe that the laboratory was a place of deadly silence and sometimes went crazy believing no other humans were around them. To actual employees, the lab was a place riddled with people always buzzing around working on their set projects for days on end. Personality Spheres were just another group of employees. Except their pay was about the same you would pay a peanut to do a lawyer's job. Absolutely nothing except the charge they all received at night. Oh and not to mention the allowed sleep mode they were allowed to enter.

Usually around day break, Personality Spheres entered a light booting state where only essential protocols began to run. At that time, the Spheres began having their daily tasks handed to them over a vast network of task distribution servers. As the spheres received their tasks in their sleep mode, they entered a strange half awake state where their personalities started booting yet they were still in the off setting. The equivalent to dreams in humans. Wheatley's blue optic sprung open once he received his tasks. His shell moved forward gently as he ordered his rail to engage on him. The storage facility was almost like a library except the shelves were filled with different colored personality spheres. Funfact about Aperture labs; no two spheres were exactly the same. Not even their color.

The white and blue shell felt his rail reach down to him and attach itself to him. Suddenly he was able to move freely along his rail as he started to make his way across the vast network of guide rails, switching rails, vertical rails, vertical switching rails, rails that made cores stop and wait for other passing cores. The entire networks of rails was empty. No other spheres were awake at the time to be honest. Unless they were too scared to leave their docking stations. Not Wheatley though. His circuits made him leave his docking station to go to a certain human's office. One he admired very dearly and felt necessary to see every morning before all the traffic started.

"Right right... let's have a look here." Wheatley's motherboard accessed his tasks for the day and he began reviewing them. "Right uhm... Verify all test subjects are alive... hmm I'm sure those test subjects can verify that themselves. What's next... Ohoh... Check for Malware on Weighted Storage Cube distribution centers. Great... they've got me checking for smelly old viruses. Brilliant... oh that's a new one... Install firmware update on Aperture Science Biodeployment Generator... Hm that sounds interesting. I'll get started later."

Wheatley took a hard right turn as he realized he was about to miss his exit to a hallway. The hallway which he always enjoyed rolling into every morning. It wasn't the same hallway employees used for... safety reasons but across the wall of his destination was a woman he waited to see every morning. A small door swung open for him as he rolled into her office.

"Good morning there, daffodil. Uhm... sorry I'm a little late. I took the wrong exit rail and almost ended up in accounting. Those nasty money boogers would have asked me to fix their computers or fix their coffee makers. How are you today, precious?"

[Ace of Fours]

Christine sullenly scribbled across the paperwork spread out on her desk, a slight scowl marring her pretty face. This wasn't even part of her job. Her annoyance of a boss Allonso had pegged her with his paperwork so he could go slack off in his office, as usual. She loathed him for treating her like some secretary. She was an engineer, for crying out loud! And she knew more about robotics and artificial intelligence than he ever would. But it wasn't like she could say no.

Suddenly Christine leaned back, pinching the bridge of her nose. Already she had a headache coming on. She checked the time, though she knew that not even half an hour had passed since entering her office. Paperwork was her least favorite part of her job. Upon checking the clock for a second time (as if it would magically read two hours later than it had ten seconds ago) Christine realized that Wheatley would have normally shown up by now. She furrowed her brow in worry. Seeing Wheatley was an important part of her morning, as he usually cheered her up if she was down, as she was at the moment. Just as she began to fret, he rolled in on his rail.

"Good morning to you too, Wheatley." she said, beaming at the sweet core's little pet names. He was always talking to her like that, and Christine was the first to admit that she loved it. Most of the other engineers didn't know about she and Wheatley's friendship, and she was fairly certain they wouldn't understand if they did. To most people, cores were merely tools, but they had personalities, didn't they? And Wheatley, well, Wheatley was just a little ray of sunshine. He talked with her (boy, he could talk!) and made her laugh. And, despite talking more than any other robot (or human, for that matter) she knew, he actually listened. More than any other sentient being on the face of the planet ever did for her. Plus his English accent was always pleasant to listen to. Christine gave a melodramatic, joking grimace as he mentioned his close shave with accounting.

"Who knows, the bean counters might have turned you into a pencil sharpener." she teased lightly, standing and getting on her tiptoes to reach up and give Wheatley a friendly pat. Christine let out a little sigh and sat on the edge of her desk as he asked how she was. "Ohh, I've had better days, I guess. I fell asleep at my desk again so now I have a crick in my neck and a wicked headache. Plus I have to fill out an incident report for Allonso because of that guy who spontaneously combusted last week. You know, the thing that had nothing to do with me?" she vented a little. Christine knew he wouldn't mind. "And no one seems to remember that my name is Christine, not Chris! As usual." she said with a sigh.

Christine smiled when she looked back up at the core, despite her rather foul mood. "Sorry for being such a downer, Wheats." she apologized. "Just been having a rough morning. It's better, now that you've finally shown up, though." she said, jokingly stressing the 'finally.'

[Sovereign Renegade]

"Ugh I know... those bean counters aren't anybody's friend." Wheatley rolled around the room and merged onto a rail that allowed him to go around the office a bit better. He looked around and noticed all the paperwork at her desk and cringed a little.

"I know what you mean there. I absolutely hate sorting documents. But I have to do them or in the incinerator I go."

Being a Personality Core, every day of the year he had some kind of pointless tasks to do. All cores did. Except most of the cores generally accepted their tasks and functioned flawlessly. Occasionally though, a core with "too much Personality" such as Wheatley would find itself in a world of hurt; burning in the incinerator. That task was taken upon a sort of "executioner" whom nobody wanted to meet. The "executioner" was also the same man who fired employees. Of course, they were given a while to gather their things and then leave peacefully. But those employees who never wanted to leave were often thrown along with the "defective" cores.

"Awwwww... I'm sorry you poor thing. It'll all be okay though! I was sorting out employee documentation and if I recall correctly, I saw your name on a list of employees expected to receive an extended vacation soon! I'm sure they're going to talk to you about it pretty soon!"

Wheatley was excited for Christine's vacation and tried to be sympathetic for her. Work loads on employees were often alot heavier than work loads on the Personality Cores.

"Ah you don't have to apologize. It's quite alright! Besides, I'm sure they wanted you to fill out that report because you're the smartest mind at this entire facility you know that?"

He had a heavy British accent that was programmed into him since the day he rolled off the production line. At Aperture, there was a wide assortment of Personality Cores with different "ethnic" backgrounds. Some were Indian, Chinese, Russian, Australian, Canadian, Mexican, Hindu, and so forth. But Wheatley was diferent. As far as he was concerned, no other "british" cores existed in the facility. As much as he looked, every time he would call someone "mate" or "bloke", he would get weird looks from the Arabic core.

"Cheer up okay? It'll all be okay. I know it." Wheatley's eye sprung forward when he heard footsteps creep up to the door. His eye switched it's vision to a nearby security camera outside Christine's office. Coming up to her office was Allonso. He was just the same disgusting man he didn't like. A bean counting tyrant that made all his employees work more than necessary.

"Ohnoohnoohno... Someone's coming. I'm going to have to detach from my rail. Don't catch me, just let me fall to the ground." A light click went off before Wheatley's rail scooted away from him and he hit the ground making a light chunk sound. The door opened automatically and in came Allonso. Maybe to talk to Christine about her vacation.

"Good morning, Chris. You have my incident report ready?" he reached on her desk without her acknowledgement

"Good thing you stayed up all night. This would have taken me weeks to fill out. Anyway..."

He took a seat without asking on a chair in front of her desk.

"Sit down, Chris. We have to talk."

Wheatley's eye shuttered a few times in excitement for Christine. As far as he knew, she was about to get that much needed vacation time from the lab.

[Ace of Fours]

Christine furrowed her brow. "Vacation? Really? I certainly could use a vacation..." she said, mildly confused by that, though. Since when did Aperture start offering any vacation time at all? Employee morale wasn't a priority. She smiled up at Wheatley and patted him once again. "Thanks, Wheatley. You always know how to cheer me up." she said. Christine jumped a little at Wheatley's sudden panic. She did as he said and winced a little as he hit the ground. Her face was straight by the time Allonso came in. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, choosing to clench her teeth instead. He irritated her to no end.

"I was glad to help sir, not like I could have been doing anything of importance." she said as non-sarcastically as she could manage. Which is to say, very sarcastically. Christine once again sat on her desk, watching Allonso with caution and slight annoyance for just taking her seat. Her eyes narrowed a bit, nervous at his tone. We need to talk? That was never a good sentence. Out of the corner of her eye Christine could see Wheatley beginning to roll out from behind the desk, so she surreptitiously held him back with her foot. Allonso didn't seem to notice. He wasn't bright.

"What's this about, sir?" she asked.

"Well, Chris. You've been working here for three years now-"

"Six years, sir." she corrected, her heart sinking. This conversation could go one of two ways, and she had a feeling that, despite what Wheatley had said, she wasn't going to like where it was going.

"Whatever." Allonso said dismissively. "Point is, your job is obsolete now."

"What!?" she exclaimed, getting to her feet. "I'm an engineer! How can my job be obsolete? I've come up with hundreds of designs for this company that are, if I'm frank, amazing. How can that be obsolete? I'm not just going to run out of designs!" Christine exclaimed desperately.

"It's not that. It's just that we've created a robot who can do your job ten times faster, more efficient, and best of all, for free." he said. Christine stared at him dumbfoundedly, her mouth suddenly too dry to protest. "Well, gather your things. Be out by noon." he said, and then he just...left. Christine moved her foot, letting Wheatley roll into view. She looked down at the core.

"Th-They...I..." she said, clearly upset. Christine loved her job, but most of all, she didn't want to leave Wheatley. She picked up the core and set him on her knees. "What am I supposed to do, Wheatley?" she asked quietly, tears pooling in her eyes.

[Sovereign Renegade]

Wheatley started to worry a little bit as he felt his chassis roll away from Christine's desk. He had to hold back letting out a sound and he could have sword that he almost got caught. But in the end, Allonso's thick head didn't even spot the rolling sphere. He listened on with the conversation and began worrying more and more as he didn't hear anything about 5 days in Cancun or a week in Italy. Not even a slice of cake. Suddenly it hit him. Your job is obsolete now. Wheatley's feelings suddenly took a turn. His central processing unit started to become flooded with terrible emotion and his optic couldn't stop moving to get a better view of the conversation.

He wanted to speak out when Christine did but she would have surely been thrown out by security if she had been caught with a Personality Sphere that wasn't doing its tasks. Wheatley started to feel an overwhelming feeling of sadness that almost made him feel like he was about to short out. His optic started squinting as his processor was unable to keep the power running throughout his circuit. He was doing the equivalent of crying.

Wheatley felt a bit reassured by the touch he received from Christine. he looked into her watering eyes as he could feel her tears drip down onto his chassis. His voice entered a state where his sad emotion clouded his entire system.

"Christine please don't leave me! You have no idea how bad it is here. I hate it here! There isn't anybody like you here. Nobody to talk to. Nobody will let me plug into their wall outlet during the day except you, Christine. Oh god... if only there was something I could do. Christine please don't leave me!"

His voice was clearly sad. Everything about what was happening would surely lead him to commit some kind of self harming act like running his '#Format Spheredrive' command which would completely erase his operating system or even letting go of his rail as he working on the acid pumps. Suddenly, a notice came up on his optic reminding him of his tasks.

"GO AWAY DAILY TASKS. CAN'T YOU SEE I DON'T WANT TO UPDATE THE FIRMWARE ON THE BIODEPLOYMENT GENERATOR"

Suddenly, it came to him. This was the perfect chance to escape. His emotions suddenly turned hopeful as he realized what time it was. 2 hours until she had to leave the facility. She had no belongings to collect as all the decorations in her office were permanently placed there.

"Christine! Wait! I just had a brilliant idea! Listen listen! Aperture developed a new device called the Biodeployment Generator. Basically, it takes my operating system and creates a carbon based copy of it and takes my chassis, converts all the atoms in it to Carbon and other materials humans are made out of and turns Personality Sphere into human! Livid! Look, Christine, I don't wanna stay here. Please let me go with you. You're the only person that understands me and the only thing I boot up for in the morning for. Just attach me to my rail."

Wheatley's guide rail scooted in his device and he began sending the location of the generator to Christine's Sphere locator. His emotions started changing as Christine attached him to his rail before he took one final look at her.

"Alright, thank you, muffin. Look, we have no time, just go meet me in the generator room and I'll get the machine ready! It wont take more than a few minutes!" Wheatley paused and looked back at her. "It'll be okay, daffodil. Wipe off your tears and just stay positive for me okay? Off you go! Hurry on now!"

While he was on his rail, Wheatey dashed across the facility taking exit and entrance rails to avoid other traffic on the rails. This was high time for traffic as most cores had already awaken from their sleep mode and were on their way to their tasks. His chassis moved left and right to allow him to have alot more room as he passed up many of the slower cores. Hopefully, that was the last time he would have to ride those irritating guide rails that felt like chains around him.

After a few minutes of finding his way around to the chamber, he arrived and could see the white machine already booted up and ready for the first Personality sphere of the day. Wheatley lowered himself to the core maintenance unit where he began the updating process. His circuits were filled with emotion as he cut off all other of his vital processes to allow the update to go even faster. Finally he heard the iconic UPDATE RECEIVED voice in his head indicating the machine was updated with the latest software; version 2.4.54 to be exact.

Wheatley looked around at the room that was filled with valves and pipes carrying various things to various chambers. The loudness of the room required earmuffs for humans when they entered but could be tolerable for a while. Finally, his optic looked down at the door and it swung open. There she was, the most prettiest sight he would ever see. Even more gorgeous than the new motherboards newer cores were being installed with.

"There you are! I got the machine set up and ready to go! Uhm... I'm about 90% sure it'll work! Just make sure to pull me out if it doesn't please! If you see me getting sucked into the accepting unit, don't worry, that means it's going to work! Uhm... I would stand back if I were you!"

Wheatley's voice had to be amplified to make sure Christine heard him. This was it. His last few seconds as a Personality Sphere. The click was louder than usual. This time, his release was permanent as he left behind the rest of his attachment gear. At that instant, he could feel his batteries start to drain. To be honest, he didn't care. He closed his optic and began the necessary commands to allow his chassis to be taken from him. Finally he landed on the acceptance bay. His entire chassis was slowly lowered down into the machine.

"oh dear this hurts. I didn't count on that. Oh my. This wont hurt. This will hurt. Oh my I didn't count on that."

Then, his chassis was stripped from him. The process was underway.

[Ace of Fours]

Christine's heart was breaking at the sadness in Wheatley's voice. It wasn't fair that she had to go. What was she supposed to do if she didn't see him everyday? She hugged him close, just sniffling as the tears fell. He was begging her, pleading with her not to go. She didn't want to, God, she didn't want to, but what was she supposed to do? She had just been fired. There was no fighting that. She would be forced to leave her best friend behind and there wasn't a thing she could do about it. Christine felt helpless, just hugging Wheatley and crying like a child.

Her face grew puzzled at his sudden change in tone. Christine held him out in front of her, at arms length, so she could listen better. Her breath caught in her throat at the faint glimmer of hope. But she looked concerned. "Wheatley...I don't know..." she began, but he cut her off. Christine blinked in surprise at how passionate he sounded. Did she really mean that much to him? She was touched. Christine hooked him back on his management rail and smiled at his encouragement. "All right, Wheatley, I'll see you there. Please be careful." she said, sniffling once again before drying her tears. Christine swiped up her locator device, which was essentially a GPS that covered only the area of the lab. She noted the blip on the screen before taking her keys out of the desk and heading out. There was a touch of melancholy as she left her old office, but there was no time to be sentimental. She had a mission. Christine stalked through the halls and corridors with purpose in her stride, occasionally checking the locator to make sure she was on the right path.

A small twinge of doubt was taking hold of her, though. Could she really do this to Wheatley? Or rather, let him do this to himself? This wasn't going to be a pleasant experience for him: the change from core to human was drastic enough that it could possibly just break him. If it didn't kill him, that is. Christine was nervous when she entered the machine's room, flinching a bit at the noise.

"Wheatley, are you absolutely sure you want to do this?" she shouted over the maddening noise. But he was already starting the process. Christine watched fearfully as he was lowered onto the device, hands shaking a bit. She bit her lip, feeling sorry for the pain he had to experience. Christine closed her eyes, unable to watch as he was broken down in front of her. She felt slightly ill. She covered her ears to drown out the sounds of the machine. And then, after a few minutes, it stopped. Well, not completely. The machine became quieter, in an idle state. But no Wheatley. Core or human.

"Wheatley...?" Christine whimpered, her eyes stinging with tears again. He was gone? Just gone? And she'd let him die. She sat on the floor, trying to get over her shock.

[Sovereign Renegade]

"Oh gee this really hurts. Oh god oh god oh god..." Wheatley talked but was not going to be heard by the loud noise of the machine. The preparations were being made. Hydraulic arms reached over to him and started disassembling his white shell and ran laser beams over his bits and pieces. Every component of his body began the process and soon he was nothing more than his optic attached to his motherboard. At that moment, he could still fully think and feel. Only thing was he was plugged into the last thing he would ever be physically plugged directly into.

#savedata
#uploading data
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#upload complete

The first of the commands were already in place and he received a few vital components to be a successful human right out of the gate. Such as walking, breathing, writing, reading, etc etc.

"Oh god... I feel funny. Oh my god this is odd." Wheatley started to worry a bit thinking the process was destined to fail. The machine after all had only had 2 other successful deployments.

"Target core, are you ready to start the conversion procedure?" the robotic voice said.

"Yes! Get on with it, mate"

"Starting procedure."

Suddenly, his last commands ever were delivered through the wide, 255-pin Personality Core update medium cable. Wheatley's optic slowly closed as his large single blue window to the world went gray.

#shutdown

Wheatley died. At that second, all his memory up to his #savedata command was completely erased. To be honest, Wheatley did not exist at that moment. All that was left of him was the single Solid State Hard Drive given to him since his day off the production line. At that moment, the machine went silent. Nothing in the machine moved, even the screen at the front of it went completely blank. It remained that way for about 5 seconds before suddenly jumping to life again as all his components entered a material conversion process. Every piece of him would be converted into the necessary carbon, oxygen, hydrogen, and other elements needed to sustain human life.

After 30 seconds of repeated shaking, Nothing of Wheatley's white shell existed anymore. All his components were gone and stored on an internal cache. All his memories, his tasks for that day, and even his update logs were stored on that material cache.

After the 30 seconds, the machine roared into an overdrive where the tube began to shine and the entire machine shook violently. His body was being created. The procedure was a success. The entire creation process took less than 10 seconds before the entire machine halted. Nothing was being stored or created. Wheatley was still the same Wheatley. The same Wheatley Christine picked up and cried over. His blue eyes were still the same windows. The hair on his head was a reddish brown and his face had a few freckles. His naked body was a much darker pale created from the machine. Wheatley was tall and was a tad well build. His muscles were clearly visible under the light of the open tube that swung open at that time. Wheatley's eyes were closed until that second that the smell of real air hit his nose.

"Christine... it worked. I'm a human. Like you! Oh god, Christine! Check me out! I'm alive! I remember everything too! I remember you, my old body, my tasks! Even my update log!"

Wheatley looked at his new naked body. He was a real, breathing person now. His naked self slowly stepped foot off the tinted glass tube.

"Christine, I'm alive! It worked!" He looked into Christine's eyes with an overwhelming feeling of joy and happiness... even though he was bare naked.

[Ace of Fours]

Christine jumped a little as the machine went deadly quiet. She pulled her knees to her chest when suddenly the machine kicked back into action. She squeaked in surprise and watched the machine work, getting to her feet. She had no idea what it was doing. She thought Wheatley was dead, so what could be happening? Before she could think it over the machine became incredibly loud, disrupting all her thoughts. Once again she clapped her hands over her ears, wincing. Finally it stopped and she let her hands drop to her side. And what happened next nearly stopped her heart.

It was Wheatley. She could tell it was him even before he spoke. He looked just like she would have pictured him as a human. It was Wheatley! Christine's eyes brimmed with happy tears as he spoke and she ran forward, throwing her arms around him in a hug.

"Wheatley! It's really you! You're okay!" she cried happily. "I can't believe it." Christine said. He was alive, really alive, a human, and she could feel his heartbeat, and...and...wait. Was he...?

"Oh! Good god, Wheatley, you're naked!" she exclaimed, springing back and turning scarlet red. That hadn't even occurred to her. Christine looked at the ceiling. "Come on, let's get you out of here. And into some clothes." she said, taking his hand and keeping her eyes above his waist. She wondered what exactly the rest of Aperture's employees would think of her leading a strange, naked man out of the facility with her. Actually, nobody would probably pay them any mind. Not when there were people combusting ever so often.

Despite the more...awkward part of this experience, Christine was positively bursting with excitement. Wheatley was a human now, and not a bad looking one at that. She looked at his lightly freckled face and smiled, giving his much larger hand a gentle squeeze.

[Sovereign Renegade]

Wheatley felt overloaded with excitement to simply be alive. He had real feet, real hands, real eyes, a real face, and he could walk around freely now. He was no longer confined to his management rail. His feet were his management rail. Now with his new set of hands, he could touch Christine as she hugged him. He put his arms around her remembering what a hug was from when he received others while he was a Personality Core. He gently squeezed Christine's hand with his feeling overwhelmed with joy that he could actually touch her now and now just feel her touching him.

Wheatley wiped off the tears in his eyes as they walked out of the room with Christine leading the way. It was almost noon; the time she was expected to leave. At Aperture labs, fired employees were disposed of efficiently, they just left their belongings in any place of the lab and simply took the front exit out and into the vast parking lot where endless rows of cars rested for weeks if not months at a time.

His feet moved along right behind Christine as he followed her towards a lift housed in a tube that would take them directly up to the main lobby. On their way there, people's eyes rested on Wheatley as he walked along holding the hand of another woman. It almost looked to the employees like she had found a naked man somewhere in the lab and was taking him to somewhere quiet. But even through that, most of the employees just took one quick look and didn't bother to keep looking. On a typical day, a burning employee would run across the hallway yelling and screaming until someone aided with help. In Wheatley's case, he wasn't on fire, nor was he clothed... he didn't need any help.

The pair arrived at the lift. A few other employees had also boarded the lift up to the main lobby. A few with suitcases, others with pillows and blankets indicating their departure from the lab. Wheatley's beaming happy face looked over at Christine's face who also appeared to be ecstatic about his new existence. The other employees in the lift didn't bother with him and just kept on living their lives.

The lift stopped at the main lobby where a few security guards stood by the front doors. Wheatley suddenly became a bit nervous as maybe they would be questioned and maybe even worse, found out. But it all seemed to be okay as they saw the pair walk out of the elevator hand in hand. Just another regular day at the facility. Unless they were burning, they really didn't care. All they did was sigh as they opened the door for the two.

His eyes became larger with surprise. His bare feet hugged the ground underneath him and his naked body stood still for a second as he looked around at the vast Earth he was now a part of. The outside air smelled so much different and the sun's rays beat down on Wheatley like a gentle amazing touch.

Wow... This place is even bigger than the facility! Look! The sky! There's the sun! Ow oh god too bright might not wanna look at that... But this feels amazing! I'm a human that's walking outside! I'm out of the facility!" He hugged Christine tightly with overwhelming joy. This couldn't have been done without here and he began following her across a few of the rows of cars until they reached a fancy sports car. He let go of Christine's hand and walked over to the driver side of the car.

"Right hmm... This is the part where I go, right? Actually that circle thingy looks to be taking up alot of the space. Oh and there's some numbers... really don't wanna look at those. Tell you what, how about you sit there, and I'll sit next to you! Brilliant idea isn't it?" Wheatley walked over to the passenger side of the car and opened the door. He looked at the seat and wondered for a while what to do until he realized he had to sit. His naked body stepped into the vehicle and he sat down.

"This thing my butt is on is really really soft! Livid!" He looked over at Christine in the driver's seat as she started the engine and backed out of the parking space.

"Uhm... Christine, what are you doing there? I think we're moving are we suppose to be moving? We're suppose to be moving right? That means your car is working fine! Carry on!"

He looked out the window as she drove off, he was absolutely amazed by the outside world. Everything was so natural and so new to him. It was the start of his new life.

[Ace of Fours]

Christine was a little embarrassed to be seen walking around with the very naked Wheatley. But as she expected, since they weren't on fire, they went through without question. Most people didn't even spare him a second glance.

"Really, they couldn't have designed the thing to materialize you some underwear, at least?" she commented as they walked into the lobby. Christine smiled at the guards as they passed, who opened the doors for them. She couldn't believe it was this easy to steal from Aperture. After all, she was technically stealing Wheatley, wasn't she?

Christine stopped as they stepped outside, letting Wheatley take in his first glimpse of the outside. His absolute innocent fascination with everything was sweet. The sweetness was a little marred by the fact that he was stark naked. Only a little, though. "Welcome to the world, Wheatley." she said with a laugh as he hugged her. Taking his hand once more, she led him to her car. The silver-gray Aston Martin was her pride and joy. Christine loved that car and...Wheatley was about to get in the drivers seat. Before she could protest, he thought better of sitting there, and instead walked to the passenger's seat.

"Yes, good idea, Wheatley, you sit in the passengers seat, and I'll drive." she said a little weakly. It's okay baby, I won't let him hurt you. she thought, patting the car. Okay, maybe she was a tad overprotective of the car. Christine smiled at Wheatley as she got in, rolling her eyes a bit at his comment about the seat. "Please stop reminding me that you're rubbing your bare butt on the seat of my classic car." she said jokingly. Christine reached over and ruffled his ginger hair so he knew she wasn't actually upset. But she had to tease him a little, right? How often was she going to get to mess with him about being completely naked in public? Well, she hoped not that often. Or else they were going to have some serious problems.

Christine backed out of the parking space, giggling at Wheatley's freak out. "Yes, Wheats, that is supposed to happen. Just sit back and enjoy the ride, okay?" she said. Her house wasn't too far from Aperture, luckily. They stopped at a red light and Christine looked over at Wheatley. He had that look of fascination plastered permanently on his face. She couldn't stop smiling herself. Her best friend was now a human, free to do whatever he wanted with himself. She really couldn't have wished anything better for him.

Soon they had arrived at Christine's house. It was a nice little house, and nicely furnished despite the fact that she spent so little time there. She parked the car and got out, crossing over to the passenger side to help Wheatley out.

"Oh dear. What will the neighbors think?" she wondered aloud, grinning as she walked up to the door. She unlocked it and led Wheatley inside. "Here we are, Wheats. What do you think?" she asked, closing the door behind him once he was inside.

[Sovereign Renegade]

Wheatley stepped out of the car and looked around at the surroundings. Everything was so new and so much different over his last home in the facility. There was no management rail he had to use or remain plugged in to survive. Wheatley looked up at the nice house where Christine lived. There was a sense of security just looking at it as if it was a giant fort where nobody could tell him to enter sleep mode or make him do useless tasks that ultimately served no purpose.

"Wow... this is your relaxation chamber? I've never seen one this big before!"

Wheatley followed Christine to her front door still amazed at how a house looked. To think there was tons of them lined up and he had never seen one before. It was at that moment he remembered humans lived in houses. Not Relaxation Chambers... except in the facility. He looked to the house next to Christine's and noticed two adults looking over the hedges. Their faces were pale as all they did was stare at him in disgrace. He smiled at them not sure why they kept looking at them.

"Hullo, family! My name is Wheatley-!" He was cut off the the sound of them shutting the door as he approached the hedges to say hello to them. He was a bit confused as to why they reacted so violently. Wheatley shrugged it off and stepped into Christine's home. He looked on in amazement as he realized that it was more than a relaxation chamber.

"Amazing...! Bloody Amazing! No management rails on the ceiling! And look! More comfy places to sit! Oh my they're so much bigger than the ones in your car! Oh but they don't have wheels... fair enough!" His eyes strayed around as he kept looking around the home.

"Uhm... Christine, is that big screen you have there to monitor the test subjects? You wont need that now though." he frowned a bit being reminded of her loss of job. Surely though with her skills, she could find a new job in no time though. He was positive for her. Positive thoughts. Positive thoughts.

Wheatley walked over to the kitchen where his mouth dropped in amazement. "Christine, this is brilliant! I know this one I know this one! This place is called... The living room! Because look look! You have your..." Wheatley picked up a knife from a wooden block by her stove. "uhm... I dunno what that is but I'm sure you can't have a living room without a..." Wheatley touched the point of the knife and put it back on the counter immediately. "Ow...! Well whatever that is, it surely isn't nice."

Wheatley looked around and picked up a can opener. "Christine, what's this?" his curiosity was running wild as he kept looking around. Soon though, he could feel his body shake a bit and feel a bit cold. "Burr... I'm pretty cold. Those things your wearing... Do you have any for me? They look warm!" he pointed to her clothes. Apparently being nude was getting to him. "Oh and you have some really rude neighbors. I said hello to them and they just ran away! Hmph! Rude people I tell ya"

[Ace of Fours]

Christine was more amused than embarrassed by her neighbor's reactions to Wheatley. They were jerks, anyway. She couldn't help but smile around Wheatley. She just watched him for a little while as he went on, content to listen to him ramble as she leaned against the arm of the sofa.

"Wheatley, don't touch that!" she suddenly exclaimed as he grabbed the knife. She flinched as he pricked himself on the tip and shook her head. "This room is the living room." she said, gesturing to the room behind her with the TV. She then pointed to the kitchen. "That's the kitchen, Wheats. It where I keep the food and cook meals. Though I haven't done that in a while." she admitted. Christine walked over and put the knife back in it's place. "And that is a knife. If you aren't careful you'll stab yourself." she lectured gently. Christine couldn't help but laugh at his constant questions.

"It's a can opener, Wheatley." she said patiently. Christine frowned a little as she, again, realized he wasn't dressed. How had she forgotten in the first place? Christine gently guided him to the sofa and sat him down. "Yes, I have some clothes for you around somewhere. Just sit tight. And try not to touch anything sharp, all right?" she said sweetly. Christine headed to her bedroom and opened her bottom drawer. She fished around for a while until she found exactly what she needed. A pair of men's underwear, shorts, and a simple white t-shirt. She smiled, glad she had held onto them. There was a quiet squawk from her bedside and Christine looked up. Her gray parrot, Miles, was awake. And clearly glad to see her.

"Aw, hello sweetie. I'll be back in just a little while. I have a friend for you to meet." she said, stroking the parrot's head before walking back into the living room and hoping Wheatley hadn't done harm to himself.

"Okay, here we go. It's nothing fancy, just something I had...laying around." she said, not wanting Wheatley to know why there were mens clothes in her house. Although, he probably had no idea of the implications. She leaned over the back of the sofa and set the bundle of clothes next to him. "Just so you know, the reason you got the door slammed on you by my neighbors is that it's generally considered rude to walk around with no clothes on. Humans are supposed to keep certain parts of themselves covered. It's called modesty." she paused. "My neighbors are rude, though." she agreed. Christine looked at him expectantly.

"Go on." she encouraged him, wanting to see exactly how much he could do on his own.

[Sovereign Renegade]

Wheatley gave her a nod as an acknowledgement. He sat on the sofa feeling a bit of a draft. He shivered a little bit as his body's way of trying to warm him up. Prior to his conversion process, he was given a few "human" traits. Things like what pain was and what taste was. He could chew food and drink fluids but he didn't know how to pick it up to his mouth. A quick crash course on eating might be helpful for him. You know, just in case he was hungry.

His wandering eyes weren't obeying to Christine's commands as he kept looking around her living room. The name stuck in his head as he said "Living room... This is the living room, Wheatley. Wheatley, that's the kitchen. Food goes in, food comes out... right... Wheatley, this is the living room. Living humans come in. Living humans come out. Right I'm a living human in the living room. I'm living... in the living room. You're doing great, Wheatley. You're doing great. Staying alive. Might wanna keep doing that in the living room. Can't be dead in the living room. Well.. unless it's the dead room. In which case I think you would have to be dead..." Wheatley stopped his random rambling to the sight of Christine coming towards him with clothes.

"Ahhh yes! These will surely keep me warm!" He picked up the clothes and felt them in his hand. The soft cottom of the shirt and the underwear. To him, they were warm enough as typically his idea of warm was anything out of the cold room in the facility. He stood up and layed out all his new clothes on the sofa.

"Right so... clothes. I've never put clothes on before... I think this one goes first..." Wheatley picked up the shirt and pulled his legs into both arms. That looks about right doesn't it!? I'm bloody good at this!" Wheatley reached over for the underwear and looked at it closely. "Easiest one! This one goes on my head! Ahhh... yeah my head is really nice and warm now." Wheatley reached over for the pair of shorts that he had layed out for himself and without even speaking, he pulled the legs of the shorts over his arms and left the pair there. "Hmm... I'm still abit cold. I think these clothes are torn!"