"That's right!" He grins, relinquishing the flower. "I'm not gonna lie - being a human can be tough sometimes. But that's no reason to just lie down and give up." Or, you know. Haul off and start shooting people. "You'll do fine."

The Balladeer doesn't know enough about computers to decide just how large a number you'd need to outpace whatever mechanisms Wheatley used to have in his head. He'd have to be really advanced though, right? "So you were in some kind of bunker keeping track of experiments that whole time? That sounds pretty dull."

It'd be easy enough to just figure all this out for himself, get it laid out in an easy-to-follow manner, but who does that? He'd much rather go through these occasionally confusing conversational loops.