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Who: Wheatley, Pit, and then YOU
What: Bunkerventures and then Robodyventures.
When: Bunkerventures on the 21st. Robodyventures at days and times after that.
Where: First the bunkers. Then. Wherever you want to be.
Warnings: Property damage

This is a log in two parts. The below threads REVEAL ALL.

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Wheatley scanned the corridors as they went deeper, looking for any telltale sign of Aperture technology. He wasn't sure how deeply She'd rooted Herself, how far Her reach extended, but he was certain they'd find something eventually, if they looked hard enough.

And there it was--he caught a flash of white that, upon closer inspection, appeared to be the start of paneling.

"There! There, that way."

"Ohhh boy, that sure looks like a thing!" Pit exclaimed as he picked up his pace into a half run, catching onto Wheatley's piqued response. "It really does remind me of the renovations. It's almost nostalgic."

AND A THING IT WAS.

No sooner did they round the corner than the bunkers took on a very Aperture-esque quality, and Wheatley began twitching his handlebars in excitement.

"This is it! This has--this has got to be it, I bet if we keep following this corridor, we'll find where She was hiding."

"Then I'll take you there!" Pit exclaimed as he marched on ahead like a good chauffeur, curiously eyeing everything that tethered his interest. "So you don't know what she... I mean, She was hiding, but... do you have any ideas?"

"Well, I'm sure it'd--She'd have to be in a big central room somewhere, Her body is--was not small."

Luckily, the bunkers were a bit more straightforward than Aperture's usual layout, and they soon came upon a room littered with computer consoles and equipment that had seemingly fallen into disrepair with GLaDOS' department.

"Wonder what She was even doing down here...I mean, besides plotting a hostile takeover of the school."

"Normally staff members either live in the on-campus apartments or out in the city somewhere," Pit mused. "Maybe she thought she'd be more secretive here? I mean, she WAS planning on taking over the school." And she did, of course.

"Yeah, that was--that was probably why she was down here in the first place," he replied, optic making quick movements around the room they'd stumbled into. It was stark white panels, but littered with equipment that was clearly abandoned when its owner got Her robot butt handed to Her.

Her robutt, if you will.

After a moment of scanning, Wheatley seemed to settle on something slumped in a corner. "Hey, what's that--what's that over there?"

"That?" There was really no question about what he was referring to, since his optic beam was shining directly on what it was that currently caught his attention. Pit obediently hopped on over toward the interesting mass.

"It's..."

"Oh, god, it's got no head!"

INDEED IT HAD NO HEAD. From what he could see, it was some kind of chassis--all smooth and white and gray with hands and feet but NO HEAD. That was kind of horrifying.

"She must've killed him, whoever--whoever he was. Or she. Maybe it was a girl robot."

"Really?!" Pit exclaimed at first, clutching onto Wheatley's head in reaction to the horror. His hold slackened as he thought something over. "Can robots survive without heads? Because, I mean..."

He held Wheatley up higher, then accidentally shone his optic beam into his eyes and quickly averted Wheatley's shiny gaze.

"You're kind of like a robot head, aren't you? You don't have a body. Why, I bet you could hook yourself up to a robot body if you had one wired up correctly to yourself. Wouldn't that be cool?"

Wheatley was quick to train his flashlight on the body, giving it a closer look. Wouldn't that be great, to plug himself into a chassis with arms and legs and independence. He could go down to the bunkers all on his own! He wouldn't need to ask students to carry him from building to building!

Ah, freedom.

But it still looked like someone had just ripped the head off the body, so he couldn't be sure, yet.

"Well, yes, of course it--of course it would, but--maybe there's a plug on it? Can you check, for me?"

"Sure thing!" He balanced Wheatley into the crook of his arm, keeping the light focused on the discarded robot body ashe worked and began to look around for a plug. He wasn't entirely sure what Wheatley was aiming for, but he did as he was told anyway, with only an idea of what his goal might be. He checked the head first. "Are you thinking about plugging yourself in or something?"

"If I can, yes. That's the, ah. Plan. That I just came up with. Just now."

A great plan, obviously. "It's Aperture technology, so there's a good chance I'm compatible, with, uh. Whatever this is."

Luckly, there did seem to be a plug sticking out of the neck of the robo-body.

"Just, uh, go on and slide that into my port. Stick me right on it."

"Your... port." Pit ran his hands around the underside of Wheatley before he figured out where it was. "All right! Here goes nothing."

He plugged Wheatley into the robot body and held his breath for what was to come next.

Nothing happened at first, beyond Wheatley's pupil contracting to a dot as the connection was made, and his inner component spun in the outer, suddenly looking much more like a component of a machine rather than a means to simulate human expression.

AND THEN

"Haha, yes! There it is--all sorts of--sorts of protocols, now, I wonder if I can--"

The robot body's leg gave a mighty JERK.

"Whoa!" In a flighty spurt, Pit leaped back, carrying himself a very small ways with his wings. He maintained his attention on the new and improved Wheatley that was slowly being reborn into a new life- one with access to extra mobility. He was on his way to becoming an independent young(?) robot.

"It... It worked!" cried the angel in happy awe. "Try an arm, too!"

"Okay, okay, hang on--"

This was all very exciting indeed, but it would probably be even more exciting if he could make heads or tails of the protocols. The result was a series of spastic movements that were all at once ridiculous and completely uncoordinated. Wheatley grunted.

"This is--s'harder than it looks, mate."

"That's okay. You're walking with new legs now, right?" Pit reminded. "It'll take some getting used to. Arms and hands are complicated. Maybe try sitting up instead for starters?"

"Right, uh."

And he tries. Oh my god does he try. After some awkward twitching and moving of the wrong body parts, he jerks into a seated position.

"Woah-ho, that was--think I did that a bit too fast."

Pit lifted a hand as if to help in some way, though he knew not how. "Are... you okay?"

"Uh--"

Wheatley had to think about that for a second, apparently. "Yes. Yes, I believe I am. I think I'm going to--going to try standing, now, so, uh. Get ready to catch me. If I fall over. Which I might."

His voice rang out like an alarm and he hastened to move into position, readying himself for the collapse. "Okay! I've got some pretty mean reflexes, so you should be fine!" Hopefully that robotic body wasn't TOO heavy...

"Okay, on three. One, two--"

With a great effort, Wheatley input the necessary protocols to MOVE THE LEGS. They bent and straightened with a tremendous squeaaaak.

There he went. He was. Standing. Up. He was wobbly. But he was--

"Doing it! Theeere we go."

After the grating noise that made Pit shelter his poor ears with his palms, he recovered and broke into happiness. "You did it!" cheered the angel, jumping into the air. "And I didn't even have to catch you!"

"Yeah, well, not out of the woods yet. Still a little--still a bit wobbly, here."

HE TOOK

A STEP.

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