Wheatley was excited. He had a new job in a new location in the facility, which he thought was good. The humans didn't seem to think so, though.

He didn't know where he was going to be working, just that the humans had been doing a lot of arguing about who he was going to work for, even more than they normally did when he was getting a new job.

It might have been because he accidentally caused every single turrent in the facility to explode, but Wheatley didn't know that. He just saw a panel covered in buttons a just had to press every single one.

Anyways, the human that was leading him to his new workplace had a sour look on his face. His mood was not helped by Wheatley's endless stream of questions.

"Where are we going? Who are you? What am I going to be doing? What dose that button do? Wait, no, what dose that one do?" and so Wheatley rambled on.

After what seemed like an eternity to the human, they had arrived at Wheatley's new "workplace". The scientists had decided that Wheatley could not be trusted running anything to important in the facility. This evolved into an argument about what was most important.

Then, before it got to serious, one of the student workers came up with a solution. "Just put him in front of a button that dose nothing." he said. So that's what they did.

So Wheatley saw his "workplace". It was a shiny, big, red button placed on a panel that was situated much like a desk. The sour-faced human said, "Just keep pressing the button."

Wheatley excitedly reached down with his management arm a pressed the button. And again. And again. The no-longer-sour-faced human walked away smirking.

Wheatley was growing bored. He had been pressing the same button for twelve whole hours. He sighed and looked around, still pressing the button.

Then, his optic caught on another button. This one was a smaller, even shinier, blue button. Wheatley's favorite color was blue, that was the color of his optic.

He wanted to press that button. Oh, he needed to press it but he couldn't because...because...

Accually, he hadn't been told to not press that button. Maybe he was supposed to press both buttons. He found himself right in front of that button, his management arm reaching ever closer to that shiny, shimmering, sparkling, blue button...

"All test subjects in Extended Relaxation woken. An Aperture Science trained personal will come shortly to guide you to the nearest safe exit.", the Announcer's monotonous voice announced.

Wheatley blinked and looked up at the yellow letters above the button he had pressed.

EMERGENCY TEST SUBJECT WAKE-UP! DO NOT PRESS UNLESS IN DIRE SITUATION!

Oh, thought Wheatley, pressing that was not good, was it?

As he thought this, he turned and saw a swarm of angry scientists running towards him. He swore he saw a few of them carrying drills and screwdrivers. Wheatley panicked and fled from the mob as fast as he could.

Just a normal day at Aperture.