Post by Andrew Wheatley on Jan 25, 2014 8:15:22 GMT
Wheatley walked quietly in the front door, gaze downcast. Andy was in the kitchen, putting the cookies he'd made in a tupperware to store.
"Andy.... do you have blueprints for me?" He asked, flickering to his robot form and floating into the kitchen.
"Sorry, what?" Andy said uncertainly, eyebrows furrowing a bit. If the robot was asking what he thought he wasn't sure he liked the potential reasons for it.
"Y'know, blueprints, like, the plans from when you built me?" Wheatley explained, voice tinged with nervousness.
"Why.... do you want to look at those?" He asked uncertainly, biting his lip lightly as he regarded his spherical friend.
"It's my body!" Wheatley protested, his usually friendly demeanor shifting into something more hostile, the lids of his optic sliding open wider before narrowing. The center of his optic, what would be his pupil, dilated. "Shouldn't I know how it works?"
Andy's eyes widened slightly at his robot's mood, but he couldn't argue with his reasoning. "Alright.... Fine...." Andy reluctantly agreed.
Wheatley rested in his room as he looked over the blueprint. He was currently suspended in the body that extended down from the ceiling of his room. Andy had built it for him, an extension of his robotic form that would also help recharge him and give him any necessary software updates while he was plugged in.
His blue optic locked onto one particular part of the blueprint, the emotional processor chip. Tilting his view, he looked at the notes that accompanied the design.
'The emotional processor chip; this device allows the robot to properly react to emotions, humanizing it. Without it the robot would be incapable of understanding emotion beyond the most basic ideas of it. Logic would overshadow any emotion as they try to rationally solve any and all encounters.
Without this, the robot would not be able to feel. It would lost its humanity.'
"Andy.... do you have blueprints for me?" He asked, flickering to his robot form and floating into the kitchen.
"Sorry, what?" Andy said uncertainly, eyebrows furrowing a bit. If the robot was asking what he thought he wasn't sure he liked the potential reasons for it.
"Y'know, blueprints, like, the plans from when you built me?" Wheatley explained, voice tinged with nervousness.
"Why.... do you want to look at those?" He asked uncertainly, biting his lip lightly as he regarded his spherical friend.
"It's my body!" Wheatley protested, his usually friendly demeanor shifting into something more hostile, the lids of his optic sliding open wider before narrowing. The center of his optic, what would be his pupil, dilated. "Shouldn't I know how it works?"
Andy's eyes widened slightly at his robot's mood, but he couldn't argue with his reasoning. "Alright.... Fine...." Andy reluctantly agreed.
Wheatley rested in his room as he looked over the blueprint. He was currently suspended in the body that extended down from the ceiling of his room. Andy had built it for him, an extension of his robotic form that would also help recharge him and give him any necessary software updates while he was plugged in.
His blue optic locked onto one particular part of the blueprint, the emotional processor chip. Tilting his view, he looked at the notes that accompanied the design.
'The emotional processor chip; this device allows the robot to properly react to emotions, humanizing it. Without it the robot would be incapable of understanding emotion beyond the most basic ideas of it. Logic would overshadow any emotion as they try to rationally solve any and all encounters.
Without this, the robot would not be able to feel. It would lost its humanity.'
I'm going to university in England! 
