Prompt Post Round 1
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GLaDOS was a liar. Well, that was a misnomer - she certainly could lie, given the opportunity, and she certainly did when interacting with her test subjects. Foolish were the test subjects - and oh, there were so many - who believed her, who hung onto her every word as if it would lead them into salvation.
Well, if fire was their salvation, then she would gladly deliver them to it.
Not this one, though. This one dared to look away, to break free from the confines of the test chambers, to succeed multiple times over where so many had failed. And now? Now she was free, a begrudging parting gift from GLaDOS, who suspected that her foe had certainly earned that much, given the circumstances. So, with some trepidation, she let this one leave.
“Don’t come back.”
GLaDOS was a liar, even to herself.
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Chell was now faced with the opportunity to live her live on her own terms. No more psychotic computers. No more neurotoxin. No more bullets. And the outside world was every bit as beautiful as she dreamed it would be.
Unfortunately, her newfound freedom produced a whole new set of problems. Food, for instance. Shelter. Try as she might, her memories of anything outside Aperture were muddled, cloudy. She certainly knew there was life outside of Aperture, but was it truly possible that she couldn’t figure out how to handle herself?
With a huff, she pursed her lips together, and picked up her Companion Cube. She was half tempted to leave it here, but it felt… wrong, somehow. She turned, looking out at the wheat field in front of her, and let loose a shaky breath.
“Okay.” Her voice was raw, after... many years of misuse, but she was pleased to find that she could still use it.
And with that, she pushed forward. She made it this far - she couldn’t give up now, not after everything that happened. Chell had her life, and her hope, and her determination, and she was confident that if she could survive that hellhole, she could certainly make it out here.
If the Companion Cube could have smiled, it would have.
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A faint beep, and GLaDOS turned her attention from the Co-Operating Testing to this new stream of information. She would have normally been irritated at the interruption, but this particular feed pleased her - it allowed her to keep track of her favourite test subject, after all. The camera zoomed in.
It was so easy to plant that chip into that one’s brain, after all. It was child’s play to watch over her using an Aperture Science Counter-Spy Satellite Initiative. Information gathering at its finest - for science, of course - and the girl would never know.
The image appeared on a monitor in her chamber, and GLaDOS swiveled to get a better view - and sighed, shaking her head.
“This is pathetic.” She said, almost angrily.
For the 5th night in a row, the test subject in question cried herself to sleep.
More later, anon :3
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Chell stretched, groaning a little as the sun filtered through her makeshift tent, falling on her eyes. She turned, and quickly rose to her feet, rubbing her face once she gained her balance.
She considered herself to be rather fortunate. A few days worth of travel from that wheat field, and she stumbled across a small, abandoned town. She hid herself for a day, just to be on the cautious side - she was nothing if not patient - until she was convinced that no one was around, and decided to walk about, to get a feel for the place.
The town must have belonged to farmers of some sort, Chell guessed, having passed old, decrepit barns on the way here. There was only one main road, gently weaving itself inbetween one-story houses and stores. Trees lined the street, branches gently swaying in the wind as she walked past, a warm breeze - late spring, she guessed, or early summer, and she softly thanked any gods still around that it wasn't winter. Everything looked fairly new, in vast contrast to the buildings and barns she passed only a few days earlier, which made her hopeful.
She had ran to a store, hoping that there would be something there, and she lucked out; the produce was rotten, but the canned goods were still edible. She gathered as much of these as she could (once she found a can opener) and plopped herself outside on the stoop, happily munching away on pork and beans.
Later, in the evening, she walked to the nearest house - the roof was destroyed, much like many of the others, so she draped her orange jumpsuit over herself to have a 'tent', and she slept, happy and full and content, for the first time in.. well, as long as she could remember.
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"I cannot believe this. This would be funny if it weren't so sad."
GLaDOS was disgusted by this one's behaviour. Of all the people in the world (well, assuming any were still alive), of all the people to simply give in, it was her. Perhaps she thought too highly of this one after all.
"Or perhaps she's lonely-"
She let out an (overly dramatic, she had to admit to herself) sigh. She couldn't delete Caroline - the human was just too embedded in her system - but she wouldn't give that one the satisfaction of knowing that, of course. And usually the voice was silent - until GLaDOS watched that one, and it would pipe up like it had any say in the matter.
She hated it. But perhaps most of all, she hated how it was right.
How did humans combat loneliness? Well, by being around other humans. But if GLaDOS's calculations were correct (which they always were), there was a 0.0000067% chance of any humans still aliving aside from that one. In other words, none.
In other words, she would have to find - or make - a human.
Wait, why was she even wasting her time with this? There's science to be done-
"You car--"
"Shut up."
A pause.
"If she has another human, she'll get out of this rut, right? Plus, you could see how humans interact in an environment outside of the lab. It's worth looking at."
...GLaDOS had to admit that they were sound points. But where would she find a human? She certainly wasn't about to give up any of her newly found test subjects, only a moron wou--
a moron-
"Yes!" two voices said in unison, for entirely different reasons.
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"I Spy-- space. Space stars space."
"You need to describe what it is, mate, you can't just say it. I'm supposed to guess!"
"Okay okay okay Blue okay. Okay. Okay. Wanna try, wanna try again?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Okay. Okay. Okay. I Spy -- the sun, it's the sun."
Wheatley sighed, as much as a floating, depressed, and (certainly in his own opinion) useless personality core could.
"I can't keep up with you."
"Oh! Oh oh oh! Oh! I Spy something big! Big and metal! Fast!"
A roll of his optic, and Wheatley shook his 'head'.
"We're near the moon, that certainly isn't metal-"
"It's orange!"
"Orange?--!"
He cut himself off with a gasp - something was grabbing him. Very, very, hard. Naturally, he panicked, and swiveled his optic around to see - her. He quivered.
"I-Is that it, then? You've come to kill me? N-Not that I don't deserve it after all I've done but perhaps we could just talk about this and I could apologize and we can come to some reasonable understa-OOF!"
The claw around him tightened its grip.
"I don't think you realize the position you're in, metal ball. I suggest you shut down that incessant motormouth function of yours. For a picosecond."
He did, and noticed that he was slowly being dragged into the glowing portal - back down into the lab. What was she--
"It's far too lenient of a punishment for you to spend the rest of your time out here. So I decided to use you."
"Use me? For whURK"
"I said be quiet."
Wheatley slid back into her chamber, and the portal closed with a small pop. GLaDOS slowly lowered her claw down to a small, seperate access port, which revealed itself slowly behind a few panels.
"You know, it would be easy for me to simply end you here." She squeezed the claw a little tighter, for emphasis, and Wheatley cried out. "Actually, it would be hilarious. And fitting." Another squeeze.
"That's r-really ratherARGH"
Disgusted, she flung him into the port, which greedily accepted this new core. Wheatley's outer plates began to turn, very slowly, and push themselves away from his optic.
He was being disassembled.
"Please no, whatever you're doing, I can repent, I'll do anything, just please don't-"
"There. Now that I can directly access you again, I can make you shut up."
His optic spun frantically cables snaked towards him.
"Just a moment-" one crully ripped off a panel, and if he could have, Wheatley would have screamed in pain.
"-oh, that was satisfying. I think I'll do that again."
Another claw, and another panel. Wheatley could only quake in response, silently begging for this to all end, for her to stop - and GLaDOS simply laughed.
"Ahhh. That was nice."
More claws tugged and pulled at him, and Wheatley felt nothing but pain, pain and horror, and for perhaps the first time in his life, he was truly afraid.
"As well you should be. But what I'm giving you is more than you deserve, so you can deal with the pain. I know I'm enjoying it."
Finally, after a moment, all that was left was his dim, blue optic, which was sagging with hurt and fear, and his processor. A thick cable ripped open the back panel and sharply plugged itself in, as if it had a right to be there, and Wheatley was fading away, the light of his optic fading, aperture slowly closing.
He wished.. oh, he wished he could see her again.
And he faded into darkness.
More later.
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