Dying? Oh no. No no no, that's no good. Despite all the new and overwhelming stimuli that's come with having this sort of body, Wheatley's somehow failed to note that, yes, he'd be human now and therefore he'd be capable of all sorts of human things, including but not limited to dying.
"Dying!" he squawks. "No. No, wait. Don't panic! Not panicking! No, absolutely not!"
He seems to be having trouble maintaining his own advice. He's now vibrating on the spot, shifting weight from foot to foot as he tries to come to grips with the new and terrifying concept of his own morality, even dream-morality. Especially dream-morality.
"You're," says Wheatley, slowly, "telling me," still slowly, with all the deliberate enunciation of a creeping realization, "that I can - I can die? Is that right? Of course I can. Of course I - they told me, back in the Enrichment Center, that if I did anything at all other than stick to the management rail, I would DIE. They kept telling me that, and I believed them, but then I - I didn't die, not even once though I came rather close a number of times but this is - I can! I could actually -"
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"Dying!" he squawks. "No. No, wait. Don't panic! Not panicking! No, absolutely not!"
He seems to be having trouble maintaining his own advice. He's now vibrating on the spot, shifting weight from foot to foot as he tries to come to grips with the new and terrifying concept of his own morality, even dream-morality. Especially dream-morality.
"You're," says Wheatley, slowly, "telling me," still slowly, with all the deliberate enunciation of a creeping realization, "that I can - I can die? Is that right? Of course I can. Of course I - they told me, back in the Enrichment Center, that if I did anything at all other than stick to the management rail, I would DIE. They kept telling me that, and I believed them, but then I - I didn't die, not even once though I came rather close a number of times but this is - I can! I could actually -"
He gulps.