and when you're dead i will be still alive

[deliciouslies]

The Doctor's unfortunate prodding of the Rift sends ripples spreading throughout the entire tear in space and time, and shortly before they settle down again, the rift opening in the Kashtta Tower sub-basement blazes brightly. In the space of only a split second or so, something massive forces its way through hard enough that by the time it becomes

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[akablackkitty]

Marshall's in the CCTV room, like he do, and while there are no cameras in the sub-basement, there are cameras in the main basement and... Well, it's hard to miss the sudden appearance of a giant supercomputer and since he's pretty sure that's not Dmitri's doing this time... Well, someone should definitely investigate this and computers are kinda his thing.

So there's Marshall in the basement, kinda gaping at the massive supercomputer like he's never seen anything like it in his life.... Which he hasn't, honestly.

[deliciouslies]

A little disoriented by the journey, and still not quite connected right, she misses Marshall's entrance until she finally catches sight of him. Then she sways her entire mass in his direction, her red and purple eyes swiveling to stare at him unblinkingly.

He doesn't look like one of her test subjects. Not that she knows them all by name or anything, they're just humans, but there is no way that any of them could have gotten this far. And she didn't recall letting any out before that strange portal had opened, so she couldn't have. The thing doesn't even have a handheld portal device.

"WhO are YOu?" she demands, voice booming through the room, interwoven with crackles and popping sounds, like an old vinyl record. A metallic screech, like a car being dragged by a train, echoes underneath her words. "How dID YOU gET in heRE?"

[akablackkitty]

Marshall takes a hesitant step back, throwing his hands up in the air like he's expecting it (her?) to start shooting at him. "Whoa, easy there. I'm, uh, Marshall Flinkman and, uh... I kinda, er... Live her. In this building. This is the Kashtta Tower."

And he's definitely starting to think Torchwood didn't decide to install a massive supercomputer while he wasn't looking... And he doesn't really want to know how one decided to install itself in their basement.

[deliciouslies]

Subject's name: irrelevant. Her location, however, is slightly more of interest. Her databanks have no information on anything called Kashtta Tower. "ExPLAin WHat you MEan," she orders, looming as much as a firmly anchored supercomputer can loom. She's big. So it tends to work. Not that she really notices that's what she's doing, but she wouldn't care if she did.

Her yellow and blue eyes are looking at him now as well, though the blue one keeps wandering elsewhere. "I am not MEant to be UNINstalled," she says out loud, somewhat outraged that someone would dare to transplant her anywhere.

[kashttaaatman]

It takes a lot to rouse the interest of a building, no matter how sentient or... differently, subliminally possibly-sentient it tends to be. But at GLaDOS's arrival, there's a massive sense of attention redirected at an unconscious level toward her, a psychic gape, a scan that can't be taking place from any idea of literal scanners, and....

Abruptly, there's a schematic of the electrical systems in the basement being shoved in the direction of GLaDOS's core processor.

Somewhere many floors above, Owen has performed a sitting flail which has knocked four different things off his desk and bruised one shin. "Gwen, Tosh, Marshall," he says, hitting his earpiece. "One of you had better tell me what the hell just happened in the basement, and had better tell me soon."

[techniclybrill]

Tosh has other things to occupy her time - namely, a pair of Time Agency wriststraps to examine in every way possible, which is certainly enough to keep her attention - but Owen's message over the journals was enough to pull her away from that for now. Several floors up and focused on the task at hand, she hadn't noticed anything unusual, but as she comes down the lift to the basement... it's loud, the odd presence/pressure of technology humming in her head.

At least her concussion's gone, so if whatever it is tries to kill her... unless it's very fast or very complex (and Tosh's definition of "very complex" differs from most people's), there's a good chance she can disable it before it gets the chance. ...Maybe.

The lift stops, and Tosh steps out, just barely. She stops fairly quickly, staring up at the thing that seems to have installed itself in the ceiling. "...Hello."

That seems like a better means of dealing with it than "you must be the bitchy talking computer Owen mentioned."

[deliciouslies]

GLaDOS is beginning to wonder if humans come down here often. As it is, only one of her "eyes" turns to face the newcomer, the rest of her occupied with integrating with the power systems. She's almost fully entwined now, to the point where shutting her down would probably take out the rest of the Tower's electricity.

"HEllo," she says in reply. She's not used to people having access to her at will, especially not more than one at a time, and she doesn't like it. She has tests to run, and all these interruptions will not do.

[techniclybrill]

Tosh frowns a little. It... concerns her a little, the way the thing's attached to the ceiling. And the fact that it clearly attached itself there... Tosh worked at Torchwood Three. Running into things like this never went well for them.

"...My name's Toshiko Sato. You came through the Rift?" She reaches out, tentatively, to see how much she can get a handle on the systems, the programming, anything at all. She's not touching, just... looking, just now. Of course, depending on how sophisticated the system, it might notice even that...

[deliciouslies]

"ThaT IS what I am tOLd," GLaDOS says, but she pauses as she senses... something ghosting through her circuits. It's barely noticeable, to the point where she might not have sensed it at all if not for a slight nudge from elsewhere that put her secondary systems on alert.

Bzzrt! She sways back and forth, scanning for any nearby machines that could cause this. It doesn't occur to her yet that it might be something organic doing it. "Do YOu heaR somETHing?"