Around the station, people fought for their lives. Shots rang out, punctuated by the occasional fall of a body, accompanied by the distressed moan of a dead body forced back into life and then torn apart by lead. The synthetic chirp of "I dooOOn't haate yoouuu," fading under it. Lasers flared across hallways, grids threatening to cut apart anyone ( Read more... )

Aperture Science had a funny way of running their business, but Tony couldn't fault their technology. He'd made a few improvements to the section of the Enrichment Station he'd claimed as his own, wiring up a gesture based interface similar to the one in his workshop back home, and he didn't entirely agree with the decorating, but he wasn't sitting ( Read more... )

He was strapped into a suit that usually accelerated the palladium poisoning that was killing him; the only reason it wasn't, this time, was that in the place of the arc reactor he had an unstable cold fusion reactor that was going to overload, causing the reaction to become uncontained and devolve into standard fission ( Read more... )