Near the School Gate, Friday Afternoon

[gladigotburned]

This was the absolute last thing GLaDOS wanted to do: be outside, in this form, on a day when it seemed like everyone had gotten Intelligence Dampening Cores attached to them somehow. (She wouldn't rule out suspecting Wheatley of this somehow, either.) This was what she got for not shutting Atlas down while she tested a few attempted upgrades to

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[dollpocalypse]

Christopher, who now had a shiny blue ball tucked into his pocket to try to play catch with later, was really a pretty big fan of the birds. But then he heard a tiny voice coming from where they'd congregated, and that was a cause for concern.

"'Scuse me, friends," he said cheerfully, edging his way into the crowd of dodos to see what they were all looking at. "A potato, huh? You guys must be pretty hungry, I bet. Too bad I didn't bring bread for you like that other fella did for the ducks yesterday."

Yep. He was talking to the dodos.

[gladigotburned]

"Who is that? I know that voice," GLaDOS called, not that she could see a thing at the moment with her optical sensor creating a circular indentation in the ground. "Get me out of here, would you?"

And that was about when one of the dodos decided to try the eating thing, if the startled electronic squawking was any indication.

"I. Am. Not. For. Eating, you feathered murderer!"

[dollpocalypse]

Aww, if Topher was his normal self, he'd almost be flattered that GLaDOS recognized his voice. And even more flattered that she seemed to think that he was capable of rescuing anyone, ever. Regular Topher wasn't here, though, so what she got instead was the fiftified Christopher. He... wasn't quite as smart.

"Golly, a talking potato!"

Yep.

He scooped her up and away from the evil birds, tilting his head curiously. "I guess it must be some kind of speaker!" He cleared his throat and tried talking into the optical sensor, because clearly that was a microphone of some sort. "Hello? Hello?"

[gladigotburned]

Look, it was desperation. At the moment, anyone with appendages capable of waving and scaring birds away would do.

"Oh, it's you," GLaDOS said with some measure of relief that she'd later attempt to delete from her memory banks. "More unsaturated than usual, but still. You're disturbingly over-eager. You wouldn't mind putting that to use and getting me the hell away from these evil -- OW!"

One of the dodos had just successfully nipped a chunk out of the potato.

"Why couldn't you just stay extinct?!?"