That just leaves Wheatley even more hopelessly confused. What's he going on about? Stay out of overspecialized rooms? But isn't that Science?
What's he talking about? No, definitely take that advice, on second thought, because he's got no interest in Science whatsoever, zip, zero, absolutely through with Science for the time being and in all foreseeable futures. Too many tears have been shed where that possibility's concerned.
"I already got the, um, the, the dream orientation," says Wheatley in his best authoritative voice, which is not very authoritative or even very certain at all. "From what's-her-name - Daine, is it? I," he continues with a bit more of a grandiose flair than is required or deserved, "am the Wheatley core. Er, just plain old 'Wheatley' now, I suppose. All human-made, you know."
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What's he talking about? No, definitely take that advice, on second thought, because he's got no interest in Science whatsoever, zip, zero, absolutely through with Science for the time being and in all foreseeable futures. Too many tears have been shed where that possibility's concerned.
"I already got the, um, the, the dream orientation," says Wheatley in his best authoritative voice, which is not very authoritative or even very certain at all. "From what's-her-name - Daine, is it? I," he continues with a bit more of a grandiose flair than is required or deserved, "am the Wheatley core. Er, just plain old 'Wheatley' now, I suppose. All human-made, you know."