(1) let the games begin

[artificialmoron]

A: 850 Goldberg Street

[There is screaming coming from the master bedroom shortly after dawn. Frantic, incoherent type screaming, apparently by a distressed male.]

Ah! Ah! What's going on? Ahh!

[Yeah, sorry housemates, you might want to check on that.]

B: around town

[Wheatley was supposed to be in space, he knew that much. In space and a core, which certainly not the form he was currently in. He had a body and limbs and hair and, apparently, horrible vision without corrective eyewear. As far as he can tell, he's human. And his housemates make things only minimally better, so he's gone wandering.]

Hi. Yes. You. Can I ask some questions?

Comments

[artificialmoron]

Well that's... different. I don't know if I'm really enjoying the learning experience so far, though, sorry.

[genkibot]

Oh? But you're getting new data! New information can lead to so many new things!

Maybe I can help, though? Sometimes sharing information is just as fun as learning it first hand!

[artificialmoron]

New data, right. Good, optimistic way of looking at it, er... what do you go by?

[genkibot]

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself!

I'm a Tachikoma! It's nice to meet you again!

[And Tachikoma offers a claw to shake in hello.]

[artificialmoron]

[Oh that's cute. Wheatley, still a little unused to his body, manages to shake the thing's hand.]

I see. It's nice to meet you, too, Tachikoma. Would it be too rude to ask what you are?

[genkibot]

[Tachikoma learned the convention of shaking 'hands' from a six year old girl who lost her dog.]

It's not rude at all! I'm a Tachikoma! My fellow Tachikomas and I are a specific type of think-tank specially made for Section 9, so it's just easier to refer to us by the word Tachikoma.