He'd been floating around in space for a while.

More specifically, a few years.

Wheatley just sighed, trying to tune in to the Space Core's broadcasted yelling about space. The little guy was bloody obsessed with it. A hyperfixation, if you will. Space Core had been wanting to go to space since his conception. (Although, Wheatley could swear that he heard something about wanting to go home from the core that wanted to go to space in the first place, but whether or not he was hallucinating it, he couldn't tell.)

However, he was surprised to find radio silence from his spacebound companion. He hesitantly drifted his gaze to see if the Space Core had shut down.

And that was indeed the case.

There had been no warnings about the corrupted sphere being on low battery, none at all. Wheatley couldn't help but cringe a little, mostly because that meant he was well and truly alone. Even if he'd tuned out a lot of the other core's babbling about space, he considered them a friendly face.

Within his viewport, he hadn't noticed the LOWBAT signal. Unsurprisingly, it meant that he was on low battery, and should probably charge. However, during the core transfer, he had his backup power systems taken out, as they were deemed unnecessary. (A lot of other things were deemed unnecessary, like his flashlight.)

Finally noticing it, Wheatley winced again.

He had about a day or so's worth of charge left, before he'd be shut off for good, presumably. Unless She wanted anything to do with him, which he strongly doubted that She'd bother.

A moment of thinking brought him to the conclusion that if his batteries were going to die, then he might as well spend the next day or so in sleep mode. He already felt tired. What would it matter to anyone if he spent the last day he had of existing in sleep mode?

"G'dnight."

[ SHUTTING DOWN. ]