"Good morning, Landel's!" The Head Doctor's voice blared over the intercom with a little more feedback than usual. He seemed rushed, and his voice was far less calm and controlled as it usually was during the daytime. He seemed rushed, tired. "I don't have much time at the moment, unfortunately; some troubles last night have forced the staff to
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"-delicious choice of hot cinnamon rolls and muffins-" As the intercom persisted, he finally sat up to listen to it. He seemed confused for a moment, but then he glanced around the room.
"What the hell?" Either someone had done some serious redecorating on the Elsa, or...hell, he didn't even know what the alternative was. There wasn't anybody left to come after them, and definitely wasn't anyone left to catch up to them since the UMN was gone. But who the hell would use an intercom with feedback like that, and end it so formally?
"...Okay, who redecorated?" Junior asked, glancing over at the empty bed and then at himself. Grey with a...smiley face? "And who the hell changed my clothes? This isn't funn ( ... )
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GLaDOS lay very still for quite some time after waking up, a brand new sensation of drifting through layers of consciousness before finally coming to a total awareness of one's self. Usually, it was a sharp arrival, or none at all (she was rarely ever turned off); to be aware of her surroundings so slowly was almost unpleasant.
And there was the fact that she now had a body, similar to the test subjects and scientists she had so frequently antagonized.
It didn't take her long to analyze her situation. She was in an unfamiliar location, and she was no longer a conglomeration of computer chips and cold steel. She was not hooked into the system and couldn't get any information from the central database. She was, essentially, on her own, trapped within her own database, although how this was possible even she didn't know. For a computer to suddenly be in a subject's body ( ... )
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But sleep didn't come. Something was wrong: she could feel it. Not one to allow a bad feeling to linger long before investigating, the princess lifted herself to a sitting position, rubbing the drowsiness from her eyes.
And gasped.
It certainly didn't look like any room in the palace she knew about. Had she been kidnapped by villains!? It seemed the only explanation. What fools! Didn't they know what happened to those who strayed from the path of morality!? Justice happened! Whether by a rescuer or by Amelia's own hands, her abductors were most certainly going to receive a fitting punishment for their crimes ( ... )
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