Four took note, listening when Wheatley talked about a port to plug something into because that made a good deal of sense. He could see where the boy was going with that.

At least until he stuck his finger in it and got shocked. Four sighed and abandoned what he was doing to crouch down next to Wheatley, eyebrows raised as he inspected him. "Maybe not your finger. If we had a laptop or a phone we could plug in, something that wasn't corrupted that might work."