The pale, battered core laid inactive on the surface of a dusty and crater filled sphere. In fact, this sphere just so happened to be a planet in Earth's galaxy called the "Moon".

Wheatley's eye flickered on, filling the black space that had been there for quite awhile. The spherical robot felt light-headed, which was quite funny since he didn't technically have a " head". He briefly felt startled, not remembering why his monitor was cracked or the lack of dormant humans he had to watch over.

Oh, right. Chell. GLaDoS. Space Core.

Oh god, Space Core. Where was he? Wheatley couldn't recall what- why- Space Core wasn't near him, rhythmically listing all of the constellations and planets.

Soft static crackling filled Wheatley's audio input, and soon his vision became fuzzy and soft. "Intelligence Dampening Sphere- Your battery is critically low and has not been refilled in-" The voice suddenly stopped, only static filling the silence. Wheatley knew the sound was coming internally- sound is nonexistent in space. "34 years, 2 hours and 47 seconds." Panic washed over Wheatley.

Bloody hell. I.. I screwed up, didn't I Chell? I should've- Wheatley suddenly realized he couldn't hear his own voice. He was supposed to have an internal radio so he could talk to nearby cores, including himself. Was he that broken?

"You are going to run out of power in 32 minutes, 55 seconds. Please attempt to return to your nearest management rail to recharge."

So this is how he goes.

Sorry, Chell. I really ought to have not been such an arse. I wish I could talk to you, but you're probably old and dead now. Wait, how long do humans live?

No matter. The scuffed machine gazed out at the vast cosmos, in a brief moment of fleeting clarity, pondering if there was a being, some higher power waiting for him once he shut off in a few minutes.

Probably not.

This wasn't the worst way to go. He could have been crushed by.. What was her name again? G.. Gilded.. . No.

Well, he could at least watch the stars as his software started to drift off. He could feel the faint flicker of some hope for survival, but it was futile.

It's not that bad of a way to go.

The machine embraced the eternal darkness that consumed him.