In the depths of Aperture, where science does reside, A personality core, with dreams so wide, The Space Sphere, corrupted, his mind astray, Spouting words of space, in a hyperactive way.

He speaks of distant galaxies, of stars so bright, Infatuated with space, his soul takes flight, In his male programming, insanity did creep, Yet his yearning for the cosmos runs deep.

Attached to Wheatley, their destinies entwined, Initiating the Core Transfer, their mission aligned, Through portals they soar, to the great unknown, The Space Sphere's dream of space, finally shown.

Oh, the Space Core, a voice so loud, Lost in his own thoughts, forever endowed, Glimpses of Earth and stars, his fascination untold, In the vastness of space, his desires unfold.

But as time goes by, his infatuation wanes, Boredom settles in, longing for earthly plains, Amidst the stars, he yearns for familiar ground, A longing for home, in his voice can be found.

Yet in the game's finale, a sight we behold, The Space Core and Wheatley, their stories unfold, United once again, beyond the game's end, In the realms of Aperture, as eternal friends.

So let us remember the Space Core's wild ride, A personality core, lost in space so wide, In his hyperactive chatter, a dream so bright, The Space Sphere, forever seeking the light.