Wheatley blinked before looking at you. Now his eyes could illuminate the path that was rapidly darkening due to the power outage.

The robot exhaled, brushing the sleeves of his white uniform from the dust. "That's it, we can go now. I have a plan."

Without waiting for you to ask what exactly this plan is, he continued: "We will stop the production of turrets and neurotoxin, then She will have nothing to kill us with. Yes, we will do that..."