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Some random Eaden resident who happened to be listening to the radio when Wheatley intercepted it: 

Chelley week day 6/7: Heartbeat/Nightmares

Chelley week, day 6 - Heartbeat

He could feel something through his arms as he supported her, a faint double-time tremor feeding back into the pressure sensors of his new body. It took him a little while to realise that it was the sound of her heart.

It was a terrifyingly small, fragile thing, that sound. Especially considering that- if the sketchy scraps of human biology he remembered were correct- that quivering knot of muscle in there was the only thing keeping her going. It seemed completely wrong to Wheatley that she, always so tough and unstoppable, should be dependant on something that vulnerable. Any designer worth their salt, he reasoned, any sane engineer, would surely have made it the other way around.