I kept on thinking back to the times when we were still friends, me and her. Good ol' buddies. She was beautiful, and I was, well, an idiot - a moron. And we were together, we had each others back, helped each other, until I took control of the facility. I look back at that time, and let emotion consume me, as if it hasn't already. I try to pick out what I wan't to change. But by the time I'm finished, I'll be back on earth; never. So if I were to change anything, it would be everything. I would change the power, the evil laugh, the mashy-spike plates, the tests.
"I wish I could take it all back. I honestly do wish I could take it all back. And not just because I'm stranded in space."
"We're in space!"
"I know you are, mate! Yup, we're both in space" I said, my voice cracking. I can cry, as a core, there are no tears, though. "But you know, if i was ever to see her again, do you know what I'd say? I'd say.. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was bossy... And monstrous. And I am genuinely sorry... The end."
Me and space, (that's what I call him, because you don't see people calling me 'Wheatley Core', do you?) were silent, which wasn't usual for him, usually all he ever did was burst into ramblings about space. It wasn't normal for me either, I'm normally rambling about something as well. I'm not sure why I stopped talking, I know I'm not fond of the silence. Maybe I'm just punishing myself, for all of the things I did to her.
"No, wait! Where are you going, come back! No seriously, do come back. Oh! You came back! Didn't actually plan for that...um.. Can't reset the traps. Oh! could you- would you just jump into that pit there, that deadly pit!" "No, Chell, don't listen, I'm EVIL, go on, don't jump, Chell, you're smarter than that, DON'T JUMP, CHELL!"
Space looked at me with confusion, I didn't say anything, I was dreaming, another human-like trait of mine.