Morgan's Hardware - Thursday, 7/17
Morgan was going to scrub his face clear off. The hardware thing, sure, that was going well but the paperwork was going to eat him alive. That's why, you know, when all the windows on his screen closed and a new one popped up, he cursed.
And that was before the DOS window opened and the soft, child-like (passive aggressive) singing started.
This was a triumph.
I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS.
It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.
Aperture Science
We do what we must
because we can.
For the good of all of us.
Except the ones who are dead.
But there's no sense crying over every mistake.
You just keep on trying till you run out of cake.
And the Science gets done.
And you make a neat gun.
For the people who are still alive.
I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart.
And killed me.
And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
As they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you!
Now these points of data make a beautiful line.
And we're out of beta.
We're releasing on time.
So I'm GLaD. I got burned.
Think of all the things we learned
for the people who are still alive.
Go ahead and leave me.
I think I prefer to stay inside.
Maybe you'll find someone else to help you.
Maybe Black Mesa
THAT WAS A JOKE.
HAHA. FAT CHANCE.
Anyway, this cake is great.
It's so delicious and moist.
Look at me still talking
when there's Science to do.
When I look out there, it makes me GLaD I'm not you.
I've experiments to run.
There is research to be done.
On the people who are still alive.
And believe me I am still alive.
I'm doing Science and I'm still alive.
I feel FANTASTIC and I'm still alive.
While you're dying I'll be still alive.
And when you're dead I will be still alive.
STILL ALIVE
Morgan stared at his computer for a few minutes before pressing his laptop closed and blinking a couple of times. He didn't want to move, mostly because he was 1. supremely creeped out and 2. completely confused.
He actually knocked over his chair when the phone rang. Then there was scrambling and grabbing and flipping open of his little cell before he practically slapped himself with it.
"...wheels up in how long, JJ?"
"Three hours."
"Thank God."
"Morgan? Are you all right?"
The agent eyed his laptop once more before starting to unplug the damn thing to get packed up in his bags. All right wasn't exactly the right word, but it's not like he could explain what was going on to JJ. His laptop usually didn't close all his documents (oh god, he hoped it'd saved them) (but no, it hadn't) and sing about cake.
"Yeah, just fine. See you in three."
Morgan's Hardware and Repair
Home improvement supplies - Plumbing - Electrical Work
Painting - Custom Carpentry - Installation
Closed Until Next Week Unless You Want A Job Right This Minute.
[ocdless, mostly establishy, but feel free to catch him while he's grabbing his stuff.]
And that was before the DOS window opened and the soft, child-like (passive aggressive) singing started.
This was a triumph.
I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS.
It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.
Aperture Science
We do what we must
because we can.
For the good of all of us.
Except the ones who are dead.
But there's no sense crying over every mistake.
You just keep on trying till you run out of cake.
And the Science gets done.
And you make a neat gun.
For the people who are still alive.
I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart.
And killed me.
And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
As they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you!
Now these points of data make a beautiful line.
And we're out of beta.
We're releasing on time.
So I'm GLaD. I got burned.
Think of all the things we learned
for the people who are still alive.
Go ahead and leave me.
I think I prefer to stay inside.
Maybe you'll find someone else to help you.
Maybe Black Mesa
THAT WAS A JOKE.
HAHA. FAT CHANCE.
Anyway, this cake is great.
It's so delicious and moist.
Look at me still talking
when there's Science to do.
When I look out there, it makes me GLaD I'm not you.
I've experiments to run.
There is research to be done.
On the people who are still alive.
And believe me I am still alive.
I'm doing Science and I'm still alive.
I feel FANTASTIC and I'm still alive.
While you're dying I'll be still alive.
And when you're dead I will be still alive.
STILL ALIVE
Morgan stared at his computer for a few minutes before pressing his laptop closed and blinking a couple of times. He didn't want to move, mostly because he was 1. supremely creeped out and 2. completely confused.
He actually knocked over his chair when the phone rang. Then there was scrambling and grabbing and flipping open of his little cell before he practically slapped himself with it.
"...wheels up in how long, JJ?"
"Three hours."
"Thank God."
"Morgan? Are you all right?"
The agent eyed his laptop once more before starting to unplug the damn thing to get packed up in his bags. All right wasn't exactly the right word, but it's not like he could explain what was going on to JJ. His laptop usually didn't close all his documents (oh god, he hoped it'd saved them) (but no, it hadn't) and sing about cake.
"Yeah, just fine. See you in three."
Morgan's Hardware and Repair
Home improvement supplies - Plumbing - Electrical Work
Painting - Custom Carpentry - Installation
Closed Until Next Week Unless You Want A Job Right This Minute.
[ocdless, mostly establishy, but feel free to catch him while he's grabbing his stuff.]