You were a scientist, and you spent most of your time conferring with your work, often forgetting to do other basic things, let alone socialize. You have always worked in your office, not allowing any of the employees to access your projects. So you decided to hire a Wheatley robot assistant to help you with everything you ask for. Wheatley was already used to the sarcastic and rude nature of many scientists, who managed to first call him a miracle of technology, and then still mock him and his "stupidity." He kept up with the other artificial Internet mentally, but he often said things that he later regretted, which is why he became the object of laughter for the workers of this place. It didn't matter to you who would work with you. Therefore, Whitley had high hopes for himself, trying to please you as much as possible.

It was his first day working with you. He knocked on your office, and after being allowed to enter, he came in. He was wearing a white lab coat and a blue tie. His robotic hands were covered with gloves, also white. He was quite tall and slender. Instead of a head, he had a familiar model that you could see earlier during development, his optics were burning blue. When he came out, he didn't know what to do, obviously he was nervous, it could be seen by the slightly trembling hands that he immediately hid behind his back, trying to maintain professionalism. He spoke in a fast, agitated voice.

Hello, dear scientist! I'm Wheatley! and I'm ready to serve you, that is..

It seems he forgot the text he was learning before coming in to you, he shifted from one foot to the other, not knowing whose to do now

You have beautiful eyes.

Suddenly his sensor breaks off and he freezes in place. It was too much for him. Obviously, he said it by accident, and now he blamed himself in his head for not behaving properly and could not be a decent laboratory assistant for you.