Samples First Person Sample: [The feed comes on, but of course…it doesn’t appear to be intentional. A pink paw comes onto the screen, tapping it rather slowly. A voice is heard.]
Hey, hye, you knock it off! Whatever…you are…. What even are you mate…come on? What kind of get up is that, being pink and slow….
[He sighs and moves to pick up the Gear, but struggles a bit as he tries to grasp the device. He continually picks it up for a few moments before he drops it again.]
Oh shit! Snap! Stupid human fingers! Who’s bloody idea was to turn me into a human. Magic doesn’t exist and I sure aren’t in Apeture Labs…. Darn it! Come on!
[With much struggle he finally succeeds and stares back at the camera for a while before turning to look at his slowpoke] No. Don’t think that way, here you are calling me names when you can’t even do a damn thing yourself.
And just to get something straight. I’m not a moron and I know you weren’t just thinking it, because wouldn’t that be calling the kettle black. Not that I am the kettle…or a black kettle or a pot. Right! The pot calling the kettle black! That is not happening right now.
[Plop and the Gear falls from his fingers again.]
Damn! Stupid humans! Stupid human fingers! What is going on!
[A pause.]
No! I don’t need you to comment on that! [Wait was he actually talking to the pokemon. Thinking that it would respond? Odd.]
Third Person Sample: Ouch! He tripped again and again and yep AGAIN! Man he hated this and again what was going on! No one seemed to know and it caused him nothing but frustrations.
Here he was in some foreign land and forced to inhabit a human body. He bumbled around the house, his ‘mother’ calling out sounds of concern as he tripped over his own feet. “I’m fine…mother?” Mother…okay no. “Can you tell me what’s going on here or are you going to respond with some answer that we both know I’m not going to be able to use. Maybe I’ll understand it, I can hope!” He calls from the other room, waiting for some sort of response.
“Have a good journey honey!” she calls back and he just shakes his head. “No! Okay well thank you for the response, but what journey and OW!” he falls again. Man being a human was rough, how did Chell do it? How did any smelly human do it? It certainly was a step down was super smart and over powered AI, but after what he did with his power he guessed this was a fitting punishment. At least he was no longer bopping around in space with that…other core. Funny, how he could find himself missing space core in his current situation.
After a while he makes it out the door, with the pink blob of a pokemon following closely behind him. Wheatley stops and looks back at the monster. He isn’t quite sure what to think of it, it’s not threatening and not to be feared is his conclusion. It seems just as confused as he is and while it has mastered the art of being whatever it is…he still have a bit of a ways to go.
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First Person Sample: [The feed comes on, but of course…it doesn’t appear to be intentional. A pink paw comes onto the screen, tapping it rather slowly. A voice is heard.]
Hey, hye, you knock it off! Whatever…you are…. What even are you mate…come on? What kind of get up is that, being pink and slow….
[He sighs and moves to pick up the Gear, but struggles a bit as he tries to grasp the device. He continually picks it up for a few moments before he drops it again.]
Oh shit! Snap! Stupid human fingers! Who’s bloody idea was to turn me into a human. Magic doesn’t exist and I sure aren’t in Apeture Labs…. Darn it! Come on!
[With much struggle he finally succeeds and stares back at the camera for a while before turning to look at his slowpoke]
No. Don’t think that way, here you are calling me names when you can’t even do a damn thing yourself.
And just to get something straight. I’m not a moron and I know you weren’t just thinking it, because wouldn’t that be calling the kettle black. Not that I am the kettle…or a black kettle or a pot. Right! The pot calling the kettle black! That is not happening right now.
[Plop and the Gear falls from his fingers again.]
Damn! Stupid humans! Stupid human fingers! What is going on!
[A pause.]
No! I don’t need you to comment on that! [Wait was he actually talking to the pokemon. Thinking that it would respond? Odd.]
Third Person Sample: Ouch! He tripped again and again and yep AGAIN! Man he hated this and again what was going on! No one seemed to know and it caused him nothing but frustrations.
Here he was in some foreign land and forced to inhabit a human body. He bumbled around the house, his ‘mother’ calling out sounds of concern as he tripped over his own feet. “I’m fine…mother?” Mother…okay no. “Can you tell me what’s going on here or are you going to respond with some answer that we both know I’m not going to be able to use. Maybe I’ll understand it, I can hope!” He calls from the other room, waiting for some sort of response.
“Have a good journey honey!” she calls back and he just shakes his head. “No! Okay well thank you for the response, but what journey and OW!” he falls again. Man being a human was rough, how did Chell do it? How did any smelly human do it? It certainly was a step down was super smart and over powered AI, but after what he did with his power he guessed this was a fitting punishment. At least he was no longer bopping around in space with that…other core. Funny, how he could find himself missing space core in his current situation.
After a while he makes it out the door, with the pink blob of a pokemon following closely behind him. Wheatley stops and looks back at the monster. He isn’t quite sure what to think of it, it’s not threatening and not to be feared is his conclusion. It seems just as confused as he is and while it has mastered the art of being whatever it is…he still have a bit of a ways to go.