Wonderful

The night stars of Eaden sparkled and danced above Wheatlys eyes. A gentle breeze blew through the air, lightly blowing across the wheat fields, making a sort of endless wave through the wheat.

What a wonderful place this is. What a wonderful place earth is.

Sure, admiring Space from earth was wondrous, the sky, the stars, the vast and endless landscape. It was magnificent. It was wonderful. However earth from space, well, it got boring, rather quickly, quicker then expected in fact. So much so that Wheatly had found himself so lost in the entirety of boredom, that he would endlessly jabber away to a somewhat dead companion. Well, dead in the sense that he had almost no recognition of what Wheatly was actually jabbering on about. It was hard for him to reflect on things like this, looking up to the stars brought a sense of guilt about Wheatly. The endless blackness and eternal void of space had proven quite a good place for reflection and apology.

"I'm sorry" he would say "I was stupid and manipulative and- and I acted- I acted like a moron. I- I couldn't possibly be more sorry then I am at this very moment- well, actually, I 'spose I could be. I do think I was feeling most apologetic exactly when I realised I was stuck here, in space, not right away. At first I was all 'Oi! Look at that! I'm in space! But just after that, when space got boring and dull, I reckon that was when I realised how sorry I was." His constant jabbering had kept Wheatly sane. The idea of apologising to that human, that girl, had managed to maintain his hope of maybe someday returning to earth, to home. At least he new she was listening. You see, unlike the bewildered and dumbfounded Space core, she didn't have to speak. Wheatly new that she was paying attention. She would listen and act on his word, If he asked her to turn around for some privacy while hacking, she would. If he asked her to catch him, she would try. The best thing about this was that she was doing it by choice, not by force, well, at least until Wheatly became all mad with power and what-not. She wanted to escape that place as much as he did. Despite her never speaking a word to him, Wheatly new that they both wanted their freedom. It was this hope, this idea, that Wheatly would someday be able to apologise to her. That's was what kept him going. 

And now, how about this? He did. 

Wheatly was living the dream, his dream.

And it was simply wonderful.