Just My Lying Mind Again
“Reality is a story the mind tells itself.”
Aperture Science engineer Doug Rattman and his friend the Companion Cube had spent the last few weeks running throughout the facility, dodging the rogue AI’s physical and mental attacks.
“The end is finally upon us.”
When he’d seen the girl, he’d known it was time to prepare for what was to come following the final confrontation.
“She did it. It’s over.”
When he’d found GLaDOS destroyed, he’d rushed outside through the doors: the gateway to freedom.
“Where’s the girl?”
There was hardly time to celebrate victory; the Party Escort Bot had already commenced its procedure of dragging the stray test subject back inside.
“It’s my fault she’s down there.”
Rattman had leapt back into the bowels of the earth where the hornet’s nest lay, its queen now torn to pieces.
“It’s the long sleep... or the long sleep.”
The Companion Cube had convinced Rattman that the only way to save Chell was to patch her cryo-chamber into the reserve grid.
“And I don’t know which is worse.”
There was no telling how long she would be in that chamber, but at least she would still be alive. At least there was a chance of survival.
“Forgive me.”
After turning on Chell’s life support, Rattman, weakened from his wounded leg and the excitement of the day, laid himself to rest in a chamber of his own.
“Both alive and dead, until someone opens the box.”
(@raisedbyscience)
