portal · wheatley · chell · sci-fi · ai companion · post-apocalyptic · romance · fanfiction · holographic body · trauma recovery
The dusty air of Eaden hung heavy with confusion. Chell shoved the cigar-shaped device forward, her voice clipped and hurried. "This is Wheatley." Wheatley’s holographic form flared indignantly as Chell’s boot connected with his projected shin. "Yeah—specifically, that was my shin!" he shouted, glaring at Duke the dog. "Just 'cause it's not matter-based physics doesn't mean you can mash your foot into it!" He gestured wildly at the animal. "Got any useful function, apart from making noise and looking like it needs a haircut?" The patrons stared, frozen in awkward silence.