"Oh, come off it," Wheatley snapped, raising his voice his ability to play diplomat rapidly dwindling.
"Yeah, you're an expert, we know. Are you an expert on the bloody jump drive, too? On space? On a ship that wants to kill us? Are you confident enough in your apparently boundless knowledge of interstellar travel to be absolutely sure that whatever supernatural anomalies floating about on this one-way ticket to space hell would have no effect on an active? Oh, yeah, sure, it can rip me out of my body and shove me in another one no problem, but there's no way it could possibly mess with your brain."
He was vaguely aware that getting angry would do nothing to help the situation, but then again, helping situations wasn't exactly what he was programmed for. The only good thing, he supposed, was he'd managed to twist the lie so many times that it wasn't even a lie anymore, not to him.
"Making another rule, right now. Putting it right up there with there's no need to get accusatory. New rule is don't assume."
That was something that set him on edge--the implication that he didn't know what he was getting into as far as Topher was concerned. They'd been over it more times than he could count, and in another jump or two, he'd be the one sitting in the chair, letting Topher poke around in his brain, and he couldn't stand being told he didn't know anything about it.
"I know exactly what he's capable of, thanks."
With that, he slammed the gun on the table before retreating back to his spot in the corner, sending an emphatic gesture Topher's way as if to invite him to answer Claire's question.
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"Yeah, you're an expert, we know. Are you an expert on the bloody jump drive, too? On space? On a ship that wants to kill us? Are you confident enough in your apparently boundless knowledge of interstellar travel to be absolutely sure that whatever supernatural anomalies floating about on this one-way ticket to space hell would have no effect on an active? Oh, yeah, sure, it can rip me out of my body and shove me in another one no problem, but there's no way it could possibly mess with your brain."
He was vaguely aware that getting angry would do nothing to help the situation, but then again, helping situations wasn't exactly what he was programmed for. The only good thing, he supposed, was he'd managed to twist the lie so many times that it wasn't even a lie anymore, not to him.
"Making another rule, right now. Putting it right up there with there's no need to get accusatory. New rule is don't assume."
That was something that set him on edge--the implication that he didn't know what he was getting into as far as Topher was concerned. They'd been over it more times than he could count, and in another jump or two, he'd be the one sitting in the chair, letting Topher poke around in his brain, and he couldn't stand being told he didn't know anything about it.
"I know exactly what he's capable of, thanks."
With that, he slammed the gun on the table before retreating back to his spot in the corner, sending an emphatic gesture Topher's way as if to invite him to answer Claire's question.