The Evils of GLaDoS
"I knew you were lying! There never was any cake!!" A highly annoyed female's voice could be faintly heard before a secret panel slid open and a not very pleased looking, dark haired woman stumbled out into the hallway almost as though she'd been pushed.
Regaining her composure, Temperance Brennan pushed her hair out of her face and offered the space behind the doorway a glare. "Don't get mad at me because I didn't fall for your lies of free cake!" Though the only answer she got was for the secret panel to slide shut again.
She sighed loudly and shook her head. How the AI had managed to even get her in that hidden area was beyond her comprehension. She'd always known that AI lied about things, put people in awkward positions - i.e. the mistletoe incident - and so she should have known better. Though GLaDoS had been in for a complete shock when Temperance had flat out refused to participate in her version of a rat race. No amount of offers of free cake had swayed the stubborn scientist.
"Exasperating moronic machine," Tempe muttered to herself. Almost as soon as the words were uttered the secret panel slid open again. This time a pair of shoes were launched out, right at Tempe's head. "OW! HEY" Tempe cried, lifting her hands to press against her now throbbing forehead.
Regaining her composure, Temperance Brennan pushed her hair out of her face and offered the space behind the doorway a glare. "Don't get mad at me because I didn't fall for your lies of free cake!" Though the only answer she got was for the secret panel to slide shut again.
She sighed loudly and shook her head. How the AI had managed to even get her in that hidden area was beyond her comprehension. She'd always known that AI lied about things, put people in awkward positions - i.e. the mistletoe incident - and so she should have known better. Though GLaDoS had been in for a complete shock when Temperance had flat out refused to participate in her version of a rat race. No amount of offers of free cake had swayed the stubborn scientist.
"Exasperating moronic machine," Tempe muttered to herself. Almost as soon as the words were uttered the secret panel slid open again. This time a pair of shoes were launched out, right at Tempe's head. "OW! HEY" Tempe cried, lifting her hands to press against her now throbbing forehead.