Whealtey looked a little dumbfounded as the man began to walk away. "If there are any animals then they should be more afraid of me then I of them..."

"Right. Of course. Animals are nothing." He chuckled awkwardly, stumbling after the man. He took large steps to catch up. "I think we should introduce ourselves. "My name's Wheatley. I understand the humans typically have *last* names as well as first ones, but I only have the one. Fortunately, it seems to be rather uncommon." He fell in step with the man. Hid anxiety was beginning to fade.

He fiddled with his tie as they walked along, the distraction allowing him to forget the flaming girl and her "opponents." He smiled, glad to not be alone. Glad that this might be going somewhere. That he might be able to rest peacefully for once in his long mechanic life.

In the meantime, he dug his way through files in his hard drive, looking for the mysterious voice. He was embarrassed that it existed. Surely it was some kind of punishment from the insane AI, GLaDOS. But, like any Aperture Science invention, there had to be an off switch. So he continued to dig. 

Finally, he came across a file labeled *Emergency Cooldown Protocols.* He opened it and read the code without even seeing it. It seemed simple enough. Just switch this off... and this... and this... and-

"*Emergency Cooldown Protocol customized. This function can no longer operate without administrator consent. Change Emergency Cooldown Protocol settings?*"

"Yes." Wheatley smiled triumphntly.

"*Emergency Cooldown Protocol customization applied. Thank you for choosing Aperture Science.*"

"Not a problem, mate." He laughed. "No more weird voices. Sorry about that. First day in the new body." He flexed a thin arm for emphasis.