"Great, you made it." Cave grinned, pleased to have another pair of capable hands on deck. Or hands on machines and buttons, rather.

"Stand over here," He instructed to Dirk, and gestured to the myriad of computer screens with flashing red boxes, errors and digital mumbo jumbo Cave, frankly, would rather not look at if he could help it. "and tell me when that little screen starts flashing green."

He'd much rather get his hands on some science and make it happen. As best as he could roll his bloody sleeves up, he positioned himself behind Wheatley. "And you? Tell me when the pain stops, if you experience any hallucinations, lack of motor control, or if you're about to pass out from blood loss. I'm sure we can find some spare blood around here somewhere but a little advanced notice would be great."

This was it. Do or die. If this worked, Cave could eventually pour himself into a computer and be the first man (or first Cave) to cheat death. Digitally. What that meant for Wheatley was a whole lot of pain, as one hand clamped on his forehead as a brace, and the other hovered near the back of his head.

"Ready?"

Ready or not, Cave was pushing that needle in.