[ Wheatley has been trying to get through this quiz for seven and a half hours. He has retaken it......... a lot. Eventually, wisely chalking his persistent failures up to a fault in his basic programming, the powers that be have decided to take a different tack: maybe try what science might call a reverse-switcharoo, putting a twitchy sparking core in a person. And once he got through the twelve minutes of screaming, and then the ninety minutes spent training him out of his total lack of physical coordination, he's kind of making progress. There's about thirty seconds to spare and at this point—
He hasn't noticed her, of course. He's been concentrating deeply, you know, and it's actually started going pretty swimmingly, if he's to say so himself. Besides which, he doesn't want to say it, he wouldn't say it, probably, but in all fairness humans do kind of all look the same, don't they? That's not... that's not offensive. Maybe. Anyway, he's definitely going to lose his bloody mind over his current physical state as soon as he's done with this test, this test, why's it always come down to tests, but it beats colliding with derelict satellites in lower Earth orbit, and more importantly he's about to figure this out, about to crack this, reach the summit of this intellectual Everest—
What is the name of Planet #05031941?
Aaaaaand—that's time. ]
YES!!
[ He leaps up on excessively long and unfamiliar legs, wobbles with the fright of being so far off the ground without the security of a rail there for him, and continues making a scene. ]
Thought you could best me this time, didn't you? Didn't you! Well, not today, mate! In your face!
The Quiz. ...sort of.
He hasn't noticed her, of course. He's been concentrating deeply, you know, and it's actually started going pretty swimmingly, if he's to say so himself. Besides which, he doesn't want to say it, he wouldn't say it, probably, but in all fairness humans do kind of all look the same, don't they? That's not... that's not offensive. Maybe. Anyway, he's definitely going to lose his bloody mind over his current physical state as soon as he's done with this test, this test, why's it always come down to tests, but it beats colliding with derelict satellites in lower Earth orbit, and more importantly he's about to figure this out, about to crack this, reach the summit of this intellectual Everest—
What is the name of Planet #05031941?
Aaaaaand—that's time. ]
YES!!
[ He leaps up on excessively long and unfamiliar legs, wobbles with the fright of being so far off the ground without the security of a rail there for him, and continues making a scene. ]
Thought you could best me this time, didn't you? Didn't you! Well, not today, mate! In your face!