The space station hung in space above the world, a white dot in an expanse of blackness, a mirror to the islands below, swallowed up and surrounded by blue ocean as they were. Inside, it bustled with fresh motion as people walked, talked, worked; every few minutes, in rooms and corridors, someone passed the hidden mechanisms of an Aperture Science
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Once again, Tony's voice sounded throughout the station. "Those of you still here, I am now in control of this station. There's only a few minutes until we hit, and less than that before the exit portal closes. All the traps are off, the doors are open, but there's nothing I can do about the zombies. Get out, and get out now. And mind your step. I'm about to up-end this entire death-trap."
A few minutes later, the death-trap... up-ended. The station jerked, shaking even harder than it had been as one side lifted, the entire structure tipped, turned on its side.
A moment later, everything loose went careening sideways into what had been the floor but was now vertical as the station accelerated in the opposite direction, launched sideways.
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He looked around, finally, and winced. There were obviously other people who needed help. “I'll be fine,” he told the doctor. “I can get someone else to help me to the boat. But hey, if you see Claudia - uh, early 20s, short red hair - could you point her my direction?”
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