girlcalledbob:

chattersphere:

girlcalledbob:

“Who that a lot to you?” Bob asked, tilting her head to one side; then she waved a paw dismissively, deciding she didn’t care. “Well, anyway, if you wanna find this lady friend of yours then you can count on me. I have connections. I mean, I made it to the moon! How wicked am I? I am wicked. So we’ll go and find her, and you can say… whatever it is you want to say, I dunno, I guess I’ll find out when we find her. Though I still think you have to do the revenge thing but I guess I’ll convince you of that later. Or something. If this she you keep talking about did nasty stuff to you, you just gotta get even. That’s how it works. What kind of a person… thing… are you? Get yourself a backbone or whatever the robot eyeball equivilent would be! Oh, hi SpaceMonkey!”

“Oh.” Said the SpaceMonkey, bouncing up to the space craft and floating gracefully inside. “You did find - it. Well done I - suppose. I suppose you want me to fly - back to Earth, now?”
“Well we weren’t planning on staying up here, were we?”

((I’m taking a break from NaNo today so I thought I ought to get ‘round to doing at least one reply for you. Not sure when the next will come though, I don’t feel all that wordy today.))

Wheatley rocked his frame up and down in his version of a nod, “Oh yes, finding the brain-damaged lady is first on the list of things to do.  Right there, up at the top.  Above everything else.  Not that the list actually exists, but if it did, it would be there.”

He then shook back and forth rapidly, almost in a violent way, “No no no, I’m fine without the revenge, perfectly fine.  Just absolutely fine.  Gave it a thought and it’s really not worth it, not worth it at all.  Too much risk and all that.  Rather not die again.  It was quite unpleasant the first time.  Just want to stay alive, staying alive is my favorite thing.  I’m pretty sure of that.”

((^_^  No worries at all and thanks!  Sorry my reply was slow, I had a headache yesterday.  @_@))

“Sounds to me like making a list is on the top of the list that doesn’t exist. Huh.” Bob scratched the side of her head. “Did that make sense?”

“No,” the SpaceMonkey told her, slamming the door to the spacecraft closed. “I’m taking us - home then.”
“Okay, cool, Monk! So, anyways, brain damaged lady - um, any idea where we should start looking? I mean, I can use all my fancy connections, but it’s nice to have like, a general idea. Country? Hemisphere? Planet?”

She let the idea of revenge drop for now. She was certain she could change the little robot’s mind, given time, because revenge on your enemies is of course very important. He’d figure that out eventually. With her help.
“This is going to be just so much fun.” She grinned.

“Um…I think so, yes, if you meant that we needed to write down the list.”  Wheatley replied.

Wheatley sat and thought for a moment, “I think Aperture is in America.  That’s about it.  Don’t know much about it, to be honest.  It certainly looked like America from space.”

He had decided that it simply was too much risk for revenge.  He was something of a coward and didn’t really want to face GLaDOS again.  Every time he had so far, it had gone horribly, horribly wrong.