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A Note:

Hello everyone! The past couple years have been rough for me. A lot of loss and personal issues have marred my ability to continue the blog. Lack of interest, planning, motivation, and removing a member from our team all factored into this project going silent. Half Life Collide as it is now will not continue, though I and the other moderator have plans to eventually reboot the blog in the form of a more standard comic that combines elements from Half Life Collide and Ask Joshua Freeman into one more cohesive story. I can’t say when it will come out, but we’re working on hammering out the story arcs right now. Thanks for anyone who’s stuck with us.

- Mod Poke

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Hey a family emergency came up and that’s why the update is late. Should be out later today. Next Monday’s will be on schedule as usual.

- Mod Poke

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We’re all caught up now. Hooray! Expects updates every Monday from here on out. See you then!

- Mod Poke

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[Transcript under the readmore.]

Panel 1: Stong is holding the cores in his arms while Data lays dazed in the background.

Stong: “Are y’all ok?! He was tearing you apart!”

Wheatley: “He’s proper looney, I’ll tell you that much!”

Panel 2: Data pushes himself up and clenches his fist.

Data: Ghk.. B-bloody fucking t-tosser…!

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1: these are intelligent, p much people so taking them apart could be philosophically considered murder (probably)

2: who the heck is that in the background

Data: "As if I can't simply-"

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[Frame 1]

A hand grabs at Data's wrist as Fact Core screams "HELP" in the background. A tiny "crk" can be heard coming from Data's wrist.

[Frame 2]

The silhouette of Stong holds onto Data's arm with both hands and can be seen flipping the man, who is also silhouetted, though lacking the same glowing eyes Stong has. Data screams out "swEET MOTHER OF GOD-" as he is being thrown like a ragdoll.

[Frame 3]

The result of the previous frame comes to fruition in the foreground, and Data skids across the ground with a "URF-". The right lens of his mask cracks from the force.

In the background, Stong's arms can be seen scooping up Wheatley, Space, and Adventure core, in that order.

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WAIT WHAT NO

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[Frame 1]

Data is reaching for a wrench. The Fact Core sits partially open on the table, and appears to be shouting, or at least very panicked. Data's hand flinches.

Data: Please. I can assure that I know what I'm doing.

Data: ...For the most part.

[Frame 2]

The frame now shows Data's "face", his hood down but mask still on. He looks irritated and now is loosely holding the wrench in his right hand. Stong is awake in the background, his eyes wide and aglow, the rest of his body being a silhouette.

Data: Ah, bother it all, what do you care anyways? All it is is a machine, no different from a computer. It's parts will benefit us quite endlessly...

Data: I'm sure you can comprehend that at the very least, can't you?

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*Data places down Fact Core.*

Data: Now then.

Data: Now that we are out of sight…

*Data pulls a screwdriver out of a toolbox. Fact Core looks nervous.*

Data: You must have SOMETHING of value in there… Let us simply hope I’ve ample time to do a full inspection…

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Data places an unconscious and injured Stong against a concrete pillar and drops Wheatley, Space, and Adventure on the floor. He then holds Fact up to the light pouring in from the window.

Data: All right… Let’s see what there is to be done.

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why are we even talking to this man? hes a jerk and combine too. get away from them before you hurt them more!

Data pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly unamused.

"Are you actually taking the fucking piss? Are you seriously so goddamn idiotic to believe-?! Does ANYTHING about my outfit SCREAM that I'm officially aligned with those invader pigs?! Last I checked, Metrocops and the like do not have hoods to accompany their outfits!"

He continues on with a glare. "It's a disguise, you imbecile. Something that looks just official enough for them to piss off if they catch a glimpse of me from a distance. Is that getting through to your thick skull?! Only a quivering, cowardly little traitor would willingly join the Combine forces, so don't you DARE make this mistake again. Do I make myself incredibly clear?"

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i don’t think you’re meant to survive that kind of fall

Data: "No... no no no, you... you aren't meant to."

Data: "I know, I know! Shut your howling screamers and let me think!"

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the man *is* dead, no?

Data: "I... wh... that... That's..."

Data: "...Impossible..."

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The cores and stong can hear us too >:/ at least check before declaring someone dead too, goodness.-🔪🦀

Data: "Please, fall from that height? Man's lucky enough to not have made a mess when he crashed head-first. But, to silence you, fine. I shall "indulge" in your curiosity."

Data: ". . ."

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An extremely stubborn one that refuses to even consider the possibility of the things he’s been told-🦔

Data: "Well, do pardon the absolute Hell out of me, but do you think I got this far by keeling over at the first sign of opposition to what is SCIENTIFICALLY FUCKING POSSIBLE?"

Adventure: "Is the massive stick up your ass scientifically possible, brit prick?"

Data: "..."

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Aperture Science did.-🐉🐈

Data: “Aper-! Oh, you must be joking. Aperture. Really. Of all underhanded, treacherous, dangerous companies-!...”

Data: “You! Aperture still running is it? What’d they make you for? Why drop you lot here, huh? This poor chap meant to escort you all somewhere specific?”

Fact: “Aperture has been closed down for years. We were stuck there for a time, and then stuck in space. We only came to earth recently.”

Space: “Alien guy was just helping us! Helping us come back!”

Fact: “Correct.”

Data: "... Alien, what now? You things shouldn't be able to lie, no fool would program something that counterproductive, so-..."

*Data gives the unconscious man a long glance.*

Data: "... You mean to tell me this... "specimen" was in the cold, vast expanse of space with you? Really? What kind of idiot do you take me for?"