Wheatley huffs out a long-suffering sigh. Finally someone who understands. Someone sympathetic to the whole miserable experience! Not someone who'll lock down and say nothing, either because he can't or because he's just not polite enough to, not someone who's just raring to go blabbering on about space all day and night, not someone who'll look down his proverbial nose and say You pathetic. Little. Moron.
"It was," he says earnestly. Now here's someone who's reasonable enough to be patient and listen for once. "Drove me absolutely bonkers. Ridiculous, really, leaving one little core in charge of thousands of test subjects while the whole bloody world's falling apart outside! And did anyone pop back in to give me an instruction manual, or even a fair bit of advice or encouragement? Oh noooo, not once did I get a, 'oh, good job there Wheatley,' or 'we just don't appreciate you enough for all you've done, Wheatley,' or 'thanks for maintaining the whole facility while we were away, dunno what we've done without you, Wheatley'! Never. Not once. Heathens, I tell you."
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"It was," he says earnestly. Now here's someone who's reasonable enough to be patient and listen for once. "Drove me absolutely bonkers. Ridiculous, really, leaving one little core in charge of thousands of test subjects while the whole bloody world's falling apart outside! And did anyone pop back in to give me an instruction manual, or even a fair bit of advice or encouragement? Oh noooo, not once did I get a, 'oh, good job there Wheatley,' or 'we just don't appreciate you enough for all you've done, Wheatley,' or 'thanks for maintaining the whole facility while we were away, dunno what we've done without you, Wheatley'! Never. Not once. Heathens, I tell you."