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This was perhaps the most horrifying thing GLaDOS had ever seen. Her memory banks were infinite, her knowledge of the world's horrors were vast and endless and yet this squealing, wailing sack disturbed her to a point that, at any other time, would concern her that she could feel that intense of an emotion. "What-What is it?" Her robotic voice meekly inquired, echoing out within the stainless white walls of the Aperture Science Testing Facility. "Blue, what is that thing?" Atlas, always referred to (and not lovingly, mind you) as Blue by GLaDOS responded with a series of chirps and quills, his big round blue eye showing surprise and confusio

Part Sixty-Seven.  The Readying The next three weeks were very stressful. Wheatley knew he really had nothing to complain about.  He had no calculations to run, no battles to plan, and no world to save.  But he worried about GLaDOS.  Constantly.  All day long, no matter what he was doing or who he was talking to, he worried about her.  A piece of his mind was always on her, wondering how or what she was doing.  He was, again, honestly scared of the intensity of his thoughts.  But he could not stop them, or even slow them down, so he just tried to think them and then let them go.  It didn’t always work.  But it was all he could do. It