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Proceed to the Testing Chambers

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"Hello, and Welcome to the Enrichment Center." Her greeting was brief outside of the testing chambers. There wasn't much use in dwelling on customary introductions when the usual next step for intrudes was either incineration, or them running back for the multiverse machine. It was a recording she was tired of reusing. Still, humans were better than the usual scum that stumbled into here. Although she's using "better" very loosely. It appears her standards have lowered over the years. How... Infuriating. "Please proceed to the testing chambers." A human was a human, after all. 

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"How can you possibly be so dense? Even the space bound moron would've been able to get that one," she chastises, shaking her head at Caroline. How could someone so blatantly stupid have been implanted in her? The multiverse is to blame. Her Caroline was nothing like this. Then again, her knowledge of the human was actually quite limited. Stored away and ignored. Results obtained first hand by her would be much more suitable for her records. "Why are you here?"

"Oh, wow. It must be my lucky day. I wasn't expecting to meet the most gorgeous android in the whole mutliverse."

GLaDOS let disgust become plainly written across her face. The compliment was unappreciated, and certainly unexpected. To be at the receiving end of human affection was disgusting. It was even worse when they tried to make her swoon. "Leave."

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It's hard lying to yourself when you're GLaDOS. A long, exasperated sigh fell from her lips, and sh strung her hand through her hair. She didn't have time to argue wit herself. It was both obnoxious and time consuming. The matter at hand was important, but her pride even more so. It was the last part of Aperture she felt she truly had. "Is there a reason I should be reporting my tests to you? Perhaps you're unable to share the information because you have failed."

"Sharing the same space as you almost makes me wish I could choke on neurotoxin."

"Likewise. Did you wander into my universe intentionally, or do I have your poor sense of direction to blame for this?"

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Admitting her failures was the last thing she wanted to do. It removed her boasting rights to having the superior Aperture, and put her on the same level as her alternate. Which wasn't going to happen. So she shakes her head, and speaks the lie easily. "I haven't attempted to yet. She's stored in a separate file."

"Sharing the same space as you almost makes me wish I could choke on neurotoxin."

"Likewise. Did you wander into my universe intentionally, or do I have your poor sense of direction to blame for this?"

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"What heat do you think the neurotoxin should be?" she asks, ignoring, and quickly deleting the audio files from memory. "I think around ninety eight degrees would feel most comfortable. You wouldn't even realize you were breathing it in, would you?" Her optics glancing up towards the vents, before returning to focus on Caroline. "I've heard that I'm pretty good with testing. There a few, of course, 'accidental' occurrences where deaths take place outside the tracks." 

"Oh, wow. It must be my lucky day. I wasn't expecting to meet the most gorgeous android in the whole mutliverse."

GLaDOS let disgust become plainly written across her face. The compliment was unappreciated, and certainly unexpected. To be at the receiving end of human affection was disgusting. It was even worse when they tried to make her swoon. "Leave."

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GLaDOS crossed her arms over her chest. A clear, open denial for the handshake.  Although she knew she'd already given too much of her thoughts away by how her jaw clicked, and shoulders tensing. It only took a second, just half a breath for her to analyze Caroline. And then she was forcing herself under the apathetic barrier again; seeming indifferent to the greeting. "And you're still here."

"Oh, wow. It must be my lucky day. I wasn't expecting to meet the most gorgeous android in the whole mutliverse."

GLaDOS let disgust become plainly written across her face. The compliment was unappreciated, and certainly unexpected. To be at the receiving end of human affection was disgusting. It was even worse when they tried to make her swoon. "Leave."

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"Oh, wow. It must be my lucky day. I wasn't expecting to meet the most gorgeous android in the whole mutliverse."

GLaDOS let disgust become plainly written across her face. The compliment was unappreciated, and certainly unexpected. To be at the receiving end of human affection was disgusting. It was even worse when they tried to make her swoon. "Leave."

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"Caroline," she says, prefacing the question with an obvious warning. The words lingered, before she finally voice them, keeping her tone even and certainly not amused. "Were you able to delete her?"

"Sharing the same space as you almost makes me wish I could choke on neurotoxin."

"Likewise. Did you wander into my universe intentionally, or do I have your poor sense of direction to blame for this?"

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"I came here intentionally. Unlike yours, my Aperture is maintained properly. We don’t have faulty equipment," she chastises, folding her arms loosely across her chest. "I came to ask you a question, not waste precious circuitry on listening to you talk."

"Sharing the same space as you almost makes me wish I could choke on neurotoxin."

"Likewise. Did you wander into my universe intentionally, or do I have your poor sense of direction to blame for this?"

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Aperture Laboratories would like to inform you that working at Aperture is not only fulfilling, but also very fun. After a long day of testing, Aperture would like to remind you to kick back. Put your feet up. And enjoy the sixty years you may, or may not, have left.

We even have parties.

Take a look.

Join Aperture today.

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"Baking? No. Do you think I would've had countless amounts of test subjects die if I had access to food? Even still, I have no interest in it. Fact Core has certainly gotten all the baking wants I may ever have. With his endless spew of terrible recipes. His data base was corrupted beyond belief," she stopped herself from carrying on, but didn't add a final tone to her voice. She was willing to go on if asked, but not going to waste her time if his interest lie elsewhere. 

Twisting a loose strand of her hair, she began to run her fingers through the messy patch. Fidgeting? Certainly a new and unwanted habit. But it was necessary. The only way for her to learn how to create human-like robots is to experience it first hand. Still, she wished there was a better way to go about it. 

She smoothed out the wrinkles in her outfit, before giving him a half-heated glare. "What should I do, hm?" she hissed, her tone telling him that the question was rhetorical. But, fearing he may actually try to answer, she kept on speaking. "An astronaut program? Would you like to be my first participant?"

His grin never faltered, enjoying the lively tone in Her voice for once. Always so commanding She was. Needed to loosen up. He would assist if given the chance.. “Ah, I think I’m good. For the moment. Heh,” he eyed Her silently before speaking up again, never being one to stay quiet for too long, “Ahh, you been doing anything other than testing? Baking, maybe? You’re just always testing. Work, work, work. Blah, blah.”

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Just about the best chibi turret you will ever have the honor of rp'ing w/. Not to mention the mun is a total sweetheart.

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"I'm forced to say that it's for testing." A smirk formed her lips, and she gave a carefree shrug. "But the latter may possibly be true. Try to get what few circuits you have left to figure the answer out for yourself. If you short circuit, while musing through that rusted contraption you call a brain, be sure to do so over the incinerator. As much as I enjoy having to continuously clean up after your messes." Her tone is free of it's usual hatred. She's more or less joking with him. Even if she did subconsciously still think him the dumbest thing inside this building. "Wish to pay them a visit?" she muses, being sure to add emphasis to her words.

Blue eyes narrowed curiously at Her, wondering what She was thinking exactly. Though he brushed it off as attention slowly drew back from Her and to the footage. A smirk played on his lips at the sight- he was fairly familiar with Black Mesa. He knew She hated them and that the rest of Aperture did too… He even felt a twinge of hatred towards those two words, but he wasn’t sure why. “Huh. Well it’s a good motivation.. heh. Do you like testing or just… watching them suffer?” he grinned at that, eyes meeting Hers with an eerie flash.

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It was hard. After the thorough search of her facility to realize she was, in fact, utterly, and completely alone. The cores were gone. Either by escaping into space, or dying of neglect. Turrets. That was her escape. It was almost pathetic. How smart she began to make them. They had the mental capability of humans. 

Impressive in a way. The shutdown did nothing to her extensive knowledge. Even if it was wasted on making guns smart. They were capable of walking, feeling the vibrations of humans, detecting thermal energy, and even detecting heartbeats. This proved to make them one of the most deadly killing machines to ever be programmed. Well, beside her. 

Their programming hadn't been just because of how lonely she was. There was a lurking threat. Humans. Interring her facility. At first, she was ecstatic. Testing subjects! Something to get rid of that dreadful itch. It wasn't until she realized that it wasn't just apparently Chell that was out to kill her, that her mood shifted. From excitement, to shock, to anger. A deadly combination of thoughts for the bot.

Turrets began to lurk behind the panels. But they couldn't move them without her authorization. So she had to fix it. Began building them into the panels. In a heartbeat they could swing out and kill the threat.

There was a time when she was the cause of a child's death. Something that made her very core feel pity. It was a sickening feel. So the technology had to become even smarter. Children were not to be shot. It was hard, even for her, to pinpoint all the things to tell the different.

The most obvious would be height. But adults could crouch. So there had to be more. After taking a full day to discover the differences between adults and children, she had made a list. Those below five feet, with fast heart beats, rounded cheeks, large necks, cutesy attire, and childish voices would not be shot. Instead, a companion cube would be given to them before they were led out of the facility. 

Eight children died before she could say the programming was complete. If only Caroline didn't inhabit her body. Then this wouldn't even make her bat an eye. But she was, and instead of fighting the being within, she simply listened to her by her. A thing she wouldn't dare admit to any.

It wasn't the camera outside began to show the seasons of fall that GLaDOS realized how long she'd been working. It seemed to have been ages since Chell was her. Another person she didn't want to think of. Irrelevant. The human is probably dead anyway. It was time to get her mind of her.

But it was hard. After that first initial though over her favored test subject, the thoughts just wouldn't go away. What if she wasn't dead? Had one of the turrets killed her? Is she captured? Is she the reason why these humans in black kept attacking her base? Where these her kids that the central core was killing? 

They came in, at the most random of moments. Distracting her from work. It was hard to make new test tracks when your mind wonders to an old crush. Mind wondering off to ideas of how Chell would complete these. She was so fast. Graceful, even. Never failing to surprise. 

Until Wheatley. That's when it had gone downhill, and the old hatred began to fill her mind again. Chell was pointless to have. Only leading to stress. Stress and cleaning. The woman had never even offered a hand in helping. Just sending cold glares to the camera. The A.I. had almost killed her one of those looks. Couldn't the other understand how easily she could crush that pathetic skull of hers?

Of course she did. But she also knew how GlaDOS would never. Why crush and kill a valuable orphan of your own? It was the smug attitude that made the core desperate for her. No one had stood up to her before. Always choosing to hide behind glass doors. Working her like some kind of machine. Shutting her off when no longer needed.

Humans were disgusting.

Optics blinking on, she was ready to begin her day. Running scans. No intrusions. Except now. Not even out of sleep mode for more than five seconds, alarms where blaring. Not that any of those panic sounds were loud enough to make it outside.

It was hard to think through the struggle of red lights, and errors. A faint click echoed through the halls. All turrets alert. Air vents off. Whoever was coming down here was preparing for death.

Wait, hello? No one seemed to be coming through the shaft. It was dead silent. No clicks of guns, or the static rumbling from a walkie-talkie. Just dead silence. 

Turning her attention to the outside camera, GLaDOS was speechless. No. It couldn't be. Anyone but this pathetic human. She was alive. She was back. She was well. None of it made sense. How could this happen? The annoying little human should've been dead days ago. Far from her, and rotting in some field. But here she was, sitting pathetically outside the shed.

This is it. This was her chance. Time to try out her new mobile body. To go up there. Make her come in. Scream. Scream and tell her how pathetic she was. No, that was too much. Bring her down and make her test. But that would be a lie. This human would never test a day in her life again.

She would be hoarded. Kept as the A.I's companion. But none of that would happen if she didn't move. Shutting down her central core, she abruptly switched systems. 

There was a feeling of dread. This was an untested model. Failure was possible. She was dead. That's it. There was no way this was going to work. 

Or so she thought until the brutal light beamed down on her new optics. Oh, good. She could still feel Aperture moving around her. Everything checked out. Mobile system was a success. Now for a test drive. 

Hoping off the little pedestal her android body had been on, she collapsed. Walking wasn't her forte. It took her a second to adjust enough to get back on her feet. Wobbling back and forth. Like a pathetic little toddler. It was downright embarrassing, and she was glad the human wasn't here to witness it. 

Seconds of fumbling around on the ground passed. A good two minutes having gone by before she was in the shaft. Sending up the tube as fast as she could. Grabbing onto the handle laid before her so she wouldn't fall again. 

Ignoring the steady stream of feeds, she prepared herself for meeting Chell. It made her new heart thunder. This body was too human. It was startling. Finally, she was up. The elevator slid open, and she stared at Chell.

It was easy to read her expression on that pristine body. It was so lifelike. Almost hard to tell that she was human. Well, it would be, if she wasn't bone white. White hair, white face. The white beautifully clashed with her black boots, gloves, and Aperture logos. 

Black shadows moving in. So she lunged straight for her. Shoving the woman behind her messily. Up, back into the shed.

The bullets dotted her beautiful figure, blood like substance running down her abdomen and legs. The shadows moved in, trying to aim better shots. Most of which hooked GLaDOS, as any damage to her precious tester would mean her failure. But she could only take so much before she slammed the door, shove Chell into the elevator, and order its descent. 

Once feeling safe, and confident with Chell back in her grasp, she slouched against one of the walls. “Hello, and welcome to Aperture Science Laboratories. We’ve been expecting your return. We are currently experiencing attack. Please do not move unless instructed. We are trying to quarantine the threat.”

The Reunion

Chell had been long gone, presumably very far away from Aperture. She was intent on her own survival and stood strong-minded day after day. She was impatient and eager to explore the world she’d been deprived from for years, but turns out… it wasn’t exactly what she expected.

  The woman had accidentally stumbled across a once fully-populated town about a few weeks ago. The place was completely destroyed and appeared to be abandoned for a long, long time, considering there was no sign of life anywhere. Old guns and disfigured rotting corpses were left out in the middle of the roads, laying in a pool of their own dried blood. It was a horrid sight, and she was forced to look away, wondering what had happened out here. Venturing curiously but cautiously further into the wreckage, her foot lightly kicked through a hill of loose rubble, and she saw pieces of filthied white torn posters, all displaying the same peculiar message. A single word. “Born”. A skillfully painted picture of an open hand holding an odd symbol in the palm. She couldn’t understand the meaning behind this painting at all, considering she had no knowledge of anything in the outside world to begin with. So, she simply chose to disregard it for the time being, and kept on walking. 

  Not too much later, she finally exited the town, but empty-handed and with no luck in scavenging for supplies. It was starting to get dark out, but she was still curious to see what was further ahead. Instead of turning back like she probably should have, she kept on going, and a bit further than she should have. She’d been suddenly brought to a halt in the middle of the street by two masked figures, both wearing the same black attire and every inch of their skin being covered. Staring into the glowing blue oculars of their masks, she swallowed nervously.

"You citizen, stop right there." One of them ordered, pointing directly at her.

The first aspect of these beings that’d caught her off guard, was the electronically defamiliarized voice speaking sternly at her. Right away, she assumed these things weren’t human judging by their voice and attire. They couldn’t have been human… But more importantly, who the hell were they and what did they want with her?

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"Yes," short and simple. She was being short with him, fore his presence wasn't desired. If any Wheatley were to come back it shouldn't be one that wouldn't murder her on the trigger of  word. But she humored him, he wasn't as dumb as his counterparts. Shifting her body away from the screen she was blocking, she pulled up the footage. "Black Mesa make great test subjects. I even have their screams saved. It's proven to make them test better. Or scare them into an acid pit. Apples to apples."

He wasn’t sure why, but the name Black Mesa struck a sour note with him. Probably some buried programming error. A part of him wondered how exactly She was shut off in the first place. Probably a story he shouldn’t pick at just yet… “Ah, humans,” he mused the word in low distain, “Speaking of humans- are you still testing?”

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"An outside attack. It certainly something I was expecting. It's odd, having the bullets being shot at you. Perhaps I should replace turrets with something less dangerous," she took in air, a low chuckle escaping. "Of course not. What is testing without the fear of death?" Fixing her hair, she forced herself to stop ranting on about things he didn't ask. 

"They hijacked the system. Some to do with Black Mesa. But, of course, because they are not Aperture, they failed. And were incinerated upon my awakening. I however, do worry that they may have slipped off with some important blueprints. Humans," she finished with a roll of her eyes. "Disgusting."

Resisting the urge to make a joke about ‘being turned back on’, he shrugged. “I’m just chatting is all. Making, ah, conversation? What?” he grinned, “You don’t just want to talk? What sort of attack was it? What happened?”