Test Log Twenty Three | ...Maybe I'll stop feeling so bad

[getsciencedone]

[Action for household: GLaDOS sits alone in her house. Alone. ....again. The drone who pretended to be her lunatic was no company so GLaDOS had thrown her out of the house.

She listened. And walked off.

No stubbornness at all.  Nothing like her.

Caroline was saying that she missed her. Caroline could shut up any time thank  you. It didn't matter. She

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[retardantflame]

[She's decided to go find some music she might like; the house can get pretty quiet sometimes.

Pyro stares.] Depends on what you like... Do I know you?

[getsciencedone]

[Looks at her.]

Not that I know.

[retardantflame]

Fair enough. Do you know what ya like?

[getsciencedone]

I don't know much music. Opera is good.

[retardantflame]

Opera... I guess you could try classical music? Or black women, they hold long high notes. I don't really like a lot of music. There's just this one song...

[getsciencedone]

What sort of music do you like?

[retardantflame]

Personally? I like jazz, I guess. Other than that, just soft noises. White noise, the sea, burnin' fires. You know, the works.

[getsciencedone]

People just listen to noise?

[retardantflame]

Yeah, sometimes. Helps block out everythin' else.

[getsciencedone]

....that sounds....interesting.

I might try that.

[retardantflame]

Sounds like a plan. What's yer name, by the way?

[getsciencedone]

GLaDOS.