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“Let there be light.”
The lights came on and a man was sat off to the side of the small square room, tapping a pen on a desk. It was a familiar voice. My voice. But, it wasn’t mine yet.
He was obviously a lab hand, or something, taken from the way he was dressed; also young and very thin, with scruffy black hair, and a pair of matching glasses sitting on his nose. Matching as to say they were just as black and just as unkempt.
“I know it’s early but it’s got to-hm?”
He glanced over and noticed his persistent efforts weren’t for naught after all.
“Hello friend, You turned on after all, eh?” He sighed, turning his rolling office chair from the desk to the counter by shifting his weight on the armrest, “I’m Wheatley; Finneas, Elliott, Wheatley. Can you hear me alright, mate?”
He smiled at the short nod he received in response.
“Thank god, here’s hoping you’re not too undercooked then.”
He seems a bit tense, but confident, like he doesn’t have time to muck about with what’s wrong.
Boy was that ever a perfect assumption.
Finn got to his feet and looked over the sphere on the table once or twice, then pushed his glasses back on as they were slipping, and his hair out of his eyes as well.
“Maybe that’s what we really want after all. ..Cameras online?”
Another little nod enticed another smile, but just as the last it was short-lived.
He took a deep breath in and out and turned back to his computer, slipping back into the chair and typing away, fiddling with who-knew-what-else on the monitor before he glanced back to the counter one more time.
“You might just be our hero little sphere, but for now it’s time you go to sleep so I can work.”
A hero..
Then things were dark again.