"Well, actually, that's a, erm, that's a planet. It's possible you may have suffered some minor, um... brain damage from that whole statue... thing. But all your motor functions seem to be working properly! Which is ... more than I can say about myself. Wheatley! Is my name." He spins in place theatrically. "And I think we could help each other, Mars." The name is said with exaggerated disbelief, and his eye flicks up to a strange rail on the ceiling that vanishes out a port. "I just need a bit of a boost, is all."