The human was continuing to tap away at some sort of keyboard and not at all recognize Wheatley's brilliance which was somewhat troubling. He walked over to where the human boy was sitting and glanced at the monitors, chuckling to himself.

"Right, so, bringing up the command prompt is really going to get you very far. JIM is a sophisticated system, you know. Typing in a few .exe files aren't suddenly going to have him handing over all security systems. You have to trick him into believing that you're doing him a favor, you know. Offer him, I don't know, what do you humans eat... oh, a pizza! Yes, say 'Hullo, JIM, lovely evening and I thought perhaps you'd like a pizza! If you'll just open the door a bit I could deliver it. It's a rather delicious pizza, you know, lots of little bits of onion and those tiny salted fish that I've heard you enjoyed so much.'"

Wheatley grinned, knowing with absolute certainty that his little charade will work. "That's how you get inside the mainframe. None of that little tippytap typing that you're on about."