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GLaDOS was thankful she couldnât see herself.  Without cameras, she could only see what was right in front of her.  Oh but if she had a mirror.  No longer was she in a lifeless chassis, which made it so easy to hide emotions.  She need only keep her voice steady, and no one would be the wiser to what she felt. Anger, hate, or fear.  Now? She possessed a humanoid body, and with it, expressions.  With only a twitch of a muscle, her face could shift which emotion it showcased. Fear being the current focus. Her optics flashed with momentary terror, and she found herself leaning back ever so slightly, despite knowing it would do nothing to the shot that could so easily kill her. She didnât want to die.  Not again.  She had spent so long reliving her own death, lying in the rotting remains of a prison-like chamber, only allowed to see her own mistakes, over and over, forever.  She couldnât do that again. Still, her wants were not very high on Chellâs list of concerns.  The core could feel the hate coming from the girl, escaping her in waves.  She wanted revenge.  She wanted to get something back, from all Aperture had taken.  In a strange way, GLaDOS supposed she understood that much.  Had she not done the same? ââŚDonât. Killing me will do you no good. Youâve done it once, havenât you? Now youâre free, and I fully intended to leave you alone. Killing me now does nothing but further soak your hands with my blood.â The AI spoke slowly, her tone unsteady. She had no idea if this would even work.  But she had to try.  Normally she wouldâve attempted to disarm the former test subject, but it was far too risky. âI do not have the energy to lie to you right now.  Do you think Iâve been wandering around this hell for fun? Do you really think that youâre the center of my world, and that Iâve come for you?  I came here because Iâd be dead otherwise, and considering Iâve tried that once, I wouldnât recommend it.â
The AIâs words did little to calm Chell. Perhaps She was telling the truth and had no intention of harming her? As nice as that thought might have seemed, Chell found it extremely unlikely. The AI lied. She always lied. She didnât get enough enjoyment out of nearly ruining Chellâs life and then letting her go so now she was back for a third round. Chell wasnât going to sit by and let it happen. She wasnât going to have her life taken away. Not again.
Chell cocked the gun, placing the barrel ever nearer to the AIâs head. She could do it. She could pull the trigger and that would be the end of everything. No more AI haunting her behind every corner, no more Voice whispering to her in the night. No more claws reaching out from dark places to pull her back into a hell Chell had no words to describe. It would be so easy. Chell felt her finger tightening on the trigger.
Yet she couldnât pull it. Call it fear or grace, Chell couldnât bring herself to pull that trigger. Perhaps it wasnât the right time, or perhaps the look of terror on the AIâs face struck too close to home, looked far too human than Chell would have ever considered Her. Whatever the reason, Chell slowly relaxed the gun, but kept it held firmly by her side.
Chell took a deep breath, fixing her eyes hard on the AI. She had heard a phrase, one that the people in the area had come to associate with Chell. âIf looks could killâ. Chell hoped that was the expression she was putting off in this moment, because thatâs exactly how she felt.
âGive me one good reason not to,â Chell spoke, her voice low and hard as ice. She had never broken her silence in Aperture, not once. But the surface was different. The surface was her world, and here she had found her voice and felt strong enough to use it, even in the face of her greatest nightmares.
Hermits AU
aperturesapiens:
It was a small relief to finally be able to get some antibiotics into his wound, although it was probably far too late to do much good. It stung and he hissed, biting the collar of his lab coat to keep himself from crying out. Cube wondered if rubbing unknown chemicals into his body was really a good thing.
âItâs not unknown, its triclosan. And its better than the hand sanitizer that we started buying in bulk.â
âWhy did they do that?â
âWhy did they do anything? My guess is that they were planning on repackaging it and selling it to the school district for a slight profit margin, and just never got around to it. But iâve been wrong before.â
He finished tying up his leg and was greeted by Chellâs shadow and her bare feet. When he looked up, he bumped his nose against a loaf of bread. After some more prodding from Chell, he took it, at first unsure if it was being held above his head to taunt him. He was hesitant to eat, he was starving, but he had no idea what was in this bread. Had she made it? No, by the looks of it. But he needed to eat something, and he was out of canned food, having eaten in all up in the last few days. He took an experimental bite. It was cold and stale, but tasted like bread as he remembered it. Several too large bites followed, nearly choking him. Some dim part at the back of his mind knew that this would probably make him really sick to his stomach, but he ignored it for now. He thanked her, but it was a thank you muffled by food.
Chell tried to smile in response but it came out forced and uncertain. He clearly hadnât eaten in a while and it appeared like he didnât know how by the way he stuffed his face and nearly choked. Not that Chell could be one to comment; she was still getting used to the whole food thing herself. Having spent all of her known life getting by on adrenal vapor, food was still a new concept that was taking time for her to grasp. But one thing she did know about food was that she loved it, especially bread. Which made sharing some with this stranger difficult on her part, but it was currently all she had aside from some meat, and she already learned that meat was a tricky thing to eat when one hadnât eaten in a long time.
Chell fetched him some leftover water from the day that was mostly clean, using an old chipped glass mug for a cup. She sat down across from him, pushing the cup closer in his direction before situating herself closer to the fire, but still keeping a watchful eye on her guest.
More alarming than the person sitting before her was the solid grey and pink companion cube sitting not far away from him. When Chell had found the man, he had had the cube held in a sling around his back. Chell was still unsure of what she thought of it, being as she left her cube back at the shed when she escaped. She detested the thought of Aperture tech being anywhere close to her, and having this cube here only made her discomfort worse.
âGLaDOSâ Chell would say if she could âI was in spaceâ
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GLaDOSâs newfound face showed momentary confusion as she listened to her own voice, clearly not expecting what she had heard.  That was new.  As was basically everything else she had experienced.  For the first day she had to get a handle on walking around.  Stumbling around a wheat field for a good couple hours.  She had gotten the grasp on that, now she had this?  Not to mention temperatures effected her a lot more than she wouldâve guessed.  She could feel the sun on her skin during the day, then feel the chill of night as the moon took itâs place.  She was all over the place. Lost and confused in a world she didnât know, and a body she couldnât understand. But she supposed none of that would matter if she was dead. âWill it make you feel better if I told you that I wasnât expecting to find you out here? Iâm not even looking for you. I said I wanted you gone, out of my life.  I donât like being killed by you, shockingly.â The core didnât move, standing her ground and shifting her gaze to meet Chellâs.  It was odd, seeing those steely grey eyes this close.  Not from the fuzzy optic on a potato, and not from cameras, watching from above.  No, this time they were face to face. And she couldnât lie, it was⌠fascinating.  Seeing that determination and guarded expression up close for the first time. âIâm here because⌠I need something from the surface. Not human test subjects, before you accuse me of anything.â GLaDOS was hesitant to explain just WHAT she needed and why.  Saying, âI had to run from my own facility with my tail between my legs because if I didnât I wouldâve died,â didnât exactly seem like itâd help with the already damaged pride that she possessed.Â
Chell didnât lower her weapon, not even a little. In fact, she tightened her grip, releasing the safety and ready to pull the trigger. She still didnât understand how, but her enemy stood before her and that meant any formalities were thrown out the window. It was life or death and she had fought too hard to die so easily.
Chellâs eyes narrowed, her lips pulled back into a snarl. It would be so easy to pull the trigger now, to watch whatever was behind that fake skin of hers erupt into hundreds of pieces as the remains of her head fell in showers down to her feet. Oh, how good that would feel, after everything this monster put her through, how good it would feel to finally get some revenge.
Everybody likes revenge.
Chell could still hear those words playing in the back of her mind. She was right, Chell did like revenge. But as much as she liked it she couldnât allow herself to go through with it. She wasnât a monster, nor did she mean to become one. She wasnât like her, and she never would be.
The weapon remained raised, but Chell allowed herself to relax, if only marginally. She wanted to know what She wanted first and then decide how to continue from there. Depending on her answer, Chell would either lower her weapon or shoot whatever mechanical brains she had into a million pieces.

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GLaDOS hadnât expected to run into anyone in these woods.  Humanity was probably dead anyway, and even if it wasnât, she doubted humans would spend their time living in a forest that was no doubt filled with things that could kill them.  Mankind was stupid, but not that stupid. the core hadnât expected to see anyone, but it hadnât even crossed her mind that sheâd run into someone she recognized. With a shotgun. Her first reaction was to blink in shock, eyes staring directly down the barrel of the weapon that was being shoved in her face.  It took her a moment to fully process.  Her chassis was fairly bulletproof, being made of strong metal.  This body however, not so much.  It was stronger than the average human, but since it was originally intended to be a human replica, and GLaDOS had little time to fix it, it was far from bulletproof. Especially not to a shotgun at point blank range. For a moment, she was silent.  She wasnât sure if she was seeing things or not. Was this really Chell?  The human she thought sheâd never see again, and never have the pleasure of being almost killed by again.  She didnât know what to say.  Hell, she wasnât even sure if she should say ANYTHING. The last thing the core wanted to do was reveal herself to someone who wasnât exactly very fond of her, who also happened to have a weapon that could blow her head off with the slightest twitch. But she, unlike some people, was not so stubborn as to refuse to speak in situations less than ideal. ââŚWould you mind getting that out of my face? For once, I havenât done anything to you.â The voice that escaped her was both familiar and alien.  It was her voice, though it didnât sound right.  It wasnât as robotic as it should be.  It sounded⌠almost human. Â
Recognition swept over Chellâs face for a moment before it was pushed under again. That voice, no matter how different it may be, Chell would recognize everywhere. It haunted her every step, always waiting for her to slip up, for her to show weakness and take her out before she had a chance of fighting back.Â
This was the voice of her greatest enemy, and yet it was the voice of her savior.
Chell didnât lower the gun. Not yet. Part of her wanted to blast that presumably metal head off of its equally metal shoulders, but Chell resisted. She wasnât going to kill this thing, not yet at least. Luckily the sheer shock of hearing Her voice wasnât enough to make her pull the trigger subconsciously, but it didnât mean she wasnât going to still consider it.
First, however, she wanted answers. However, asking them would prove to be difficult.
She raised an eyebrow, her face clearly confused and with a hint of demanding. How was she here? And why?
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GLaDOS was unsure if other humans even still existed, as at the moment the only living things she had run into were some random animals.  There was clearly something⌠different about these creatures, even the simple ones like rabbits and birds.  Mutated in some way.  She longed to study them,  but now wasnât the time. She had to find humans- or at least, old human dwellings-, and scrape together the supplies she needed.  She could only hope that she could even come across the materials she needed. The core hadnât even thought about the fact that sheâd have to interact with humans, should she find them. It likely wouldnât be easy.  She looked⌠mostly human.  Her skin was incredibly pale, but not completely white.  She could be mistaken for a human with incredibly fair skin.  Her hair was artificial, but it too could technically be seen as a very, very light blonde.  After all, this body was originally going to be made to look as human as possible. It just had a few⌠GLaDOS-y additions.  Her eyes were gold. A striking yellow.  Far from natural, but considering the two headed squirrel she had seen earlier, she could explain it away as something to do with weird exposure to whatever it was that made the world look like this. She could TECHNICALLY pass.  But that didnât mean she didnât stick out.  Even if it wasnât for her appearance, she walked and explored like someone who had never seen the surface.  She was slow and careful in her movements, always trying to scan the area around her to look for a danger.  Like a deer, constantly jumpy.
As the figure approached closer Chell realized it was a person, or at least of some sort. They looked like they hadnât seen sunlight in ages, and the way they walked was somehow strange and uncomfortable.Â
The better question was what was this presumably unexperienced person doing in the middle of the forest? The wildlife in this area was hardly docile. Everyone knew a deerâs fangs could puncture through muscle and tissue, and that even the poison from a frog was enough to leave the strongest man a melting pile of decomposing skin and fluids.Â
This person was of no business to Chell, but she couldnât help the feeling of responsibility over this personâs safety. After all, it made sense for those stronger to protect those weaker. Chell would have almost thought this person was a child if it werenât for the height she was able to identify as the person got closer. It appeared to be a woman, a housewife most likely, somehow gotten herself lost in the woods only God knows how.
When the woman was close enough, Chell jumped down from her perch, holding up her gun to aim at the womanâs head, on the off chance she were in fact a threat. No words were spoken, just the long barrel of a shotgun pointed to her face and very calculating silver eyes inspecting her.
The first thing Chell noticed were the eyes. They were a bright golden. Unlike the yellow of the sun, their color held an unnatural trace, something that made Chellâs skin crawl.Â
But it wasnât the unnaturalness of the color that bothered her. It was the familiarity that came with it.
Chellâs arms remained tense, her gun trailed on the place between the womanâs eyes. She didnât know who this person was, but she was already feeling sick with anxiety to discover her identity.Â
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(( Rp starter for @tenacityatitsbest )) GLaDOS never thought sheâd set foot outside.  It just wasnât where she belonged.  Aperture Science had been her home-and prison- for her entire life. It was like a tomb. Her first and final resting place.  But as it turned out, fate had other plans. It had been about five months since the facility had almost been destroyed in a takeover by a moronic core, and then saved by a mute lunatic.  She had let Chell go, and hadnât seen her since.  Wheatley was stuck in space, and the facility was in shambles.  It took awhile, but eventually she got it looking alright. She thought she had fixed everything, but she wasnât completely right. An error message had popped up on the coreâs monitors one evening, warning her of a power core failure.  At first she had been confused, squinting her optic at the screen to see if she had simply seen it wrong.  Power core? What power core? After searching her databanks she discovered that back when human scientists had run Aperture, they had maintained a power core that kept almost all of Aperture running. It didnât need to be switched often, only every hundred years or so.  And they had last changed it around when GLaDOS was created.  She killed them all, then got herself killed for⌠a little over one hundred years.  Now, it was almost completely out of power.  When it ran out? The test chambers, hallways, reassembly machines and even GLaDOS herself would be out of power. Forever suspended in place. So naturally, a mild panic followed.  There wasnât any replacement inside of Aperture. The scientists didnât think theyâd need to buy one for a long time, and now, there wasnât anyone to get the materials for a new one.  GLaDOS didnât particularly feel like dying again, so she got to work on the only idea that came to mind.  Getting it herself. After Chell left, she had been in need of test subjects. The co-op bots worked for awhile, but it wasnât the same.  So, she started making something new.  Robotic humans. Artificial beings. Androids that looked and acted like humans would.  But she hadnât gotten very far.  Only a shell of a body was done.  She didnât like this idea, but she had to try. Within a day, she had worked endlessly on the android. Giving it as many features as possible, and shaping it into something that didnât look like a walking pile of trash.  Then, with only hours of power left in the facility, she started a core transfer. It hurt. it was terrifying to think sheâd be leaving her body once more.  But it was better than death.  Everything went black for a moment.  And when she opened her eyes, she was staring at her own chassis.  It had worked. With little time to waste, she got into an elevator and made her way to the surface. And that was where she had been for the past three days.  She hated to say she was lost, but she was⌠a little out of place. She was never meant to be on the surface.  Now, here she was.  And it didnât help that all her data was based on the earth one hundred years ago.  It seemed all her databases failed to mention the apocalypse, and the effects it had on the earth.  Her maps were practically useless, and her data on wildlife was lacking.  She had only just barely gotten out of the wheat field, finding herself in a nearby forest. Maybe she could just go back down to Aperture. Sit in a lifeless facility for the rest of her existence.  At least that would involve less BIRDS.
Living on the surface wasnât what Chell had expected, but it was far better than what she had known before. The heat was unbearable, glaring down from the sky in angry yellow rays. But Chell would have chosen the heat of the sun over the cold walls of Aperture any day.Â
It was obvious something horrible had happened on the surface, and some small part of Chell was almost glad she hadnât had to endure what caused this cataclysm. Food and shelter had been her first priority, but finding such was harder than she might have expected. There were people on the surface, but none were too friendly. Not that Chell minded. She wasnât friendly herself, nor did she care to get friendly with other people. All she needed to be able to do was trade goods for food and that was it. Any further relationships were unnecessary and avoided.
Every day Chell made her way out of her shed of a home and went into the woods to hunt. She was good at it, as it turned out there wasnât much difference between hunting and testing. Part of that bothered her, bringing an all too familiar twinge to her stomach as she waited for just the right moment to make her kill, but it was necessary. She needed food and supplies to live, a little discomfort would have to be put up with.
It just so happened that on that day in particular, Chell met something in the woods that was far different from anything she had encountered there before. Hiding up in a tree, waiting for game to cross her path, Chell caught sight of something sterile and white, bright in contrast to the browns and greens of the forest. It was too far off for her to make out clearly what it was, but Chell held her gun at the ready just in case. Everything was a threat until proven otherwise.Â
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]When Doug had emerged from the shed, he was surrounded by nothing but recently harvested wheat. The ground was wet and the low hanging clouds were still gray. There was nothing to give any indication of where he should go. Cube was of no help, it had only seen the outside very briefly before, and flooded his ears with never ending questions.
âWhere did the sun go, why does the floor look so different, where are we going to hide?â
He picked a random direction.
âItâs just hidden behind the clouds right now, itâll be back soon. This isnât a floor, itâs just dirt. I⌠I donât know.â
The openness of everything made his stomach turn. There were no walls, no vents, nothing to protect him. He kept walking, dragging his right leg a little more with every step.
That had been almost a week ago.
Doug declined her offer to move closer to the fire, content to lean up against the wall. He was warm enough, and he couldnât ignore the fact that the flames appeared to be reaching out to him. He refused to make things any easier for the fire. Chell seemed to have done alright for herself out here, and he was proud of her.
He closed his eyes for a moment to take in the smell, which was earthy and smoky, not like the sterile chemical soup in Aperture or the spilled gasoline and asphalt of the eerily quiet road heâd traveled along.
Chell shrugged to his response to stay put. If he got cold enough she assumed he would get closer on his own. Once the fire was well stoked and presumably well left on itâs own, Chell turned once again to inspect her new companion. There was a name to his face, but that was all the information sheâd had on him. She figured it out soon enough that this had been the person to leave the writings and murals, and for those she had been grateful (and was possibly the only reason she were even alive at this moment). Either way, this knowledge had been the very reason Chell felt safe to allow him into her makeshift home.
As for his injuries, Chell had allowed him to attend to it on his own. She had medical supplies, traded recently for a bundle of ferrets she had caught the day before. He didnât seem keen on allowing her close to him just yet, and the feeling was mutual. Chell gave him his space just as she expected of him to do for her.Â
Chell stood, making her way to the kitchen and looking for whatever food she had at the moment. There were a few loaves of bread, a food item Chell rarely went run low. Though she hated to lose a loaf, she grabbed two and brought one of them back for her guest, holding it out above him for the man to take. He was very obviously starved; the bread would do him well.Â
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The sun had slowly begun to set in the sky. The summer heat was finally starting to die and with the night came a chill that hadnât been in the air for months now. Chell had grown to hate the cold. It was too familiar, too much like the nightmares she tried to leave behind. But there was nothing for it but to build a fire and fight against the cold that threatened to permeate into her rugged home.
The home wasnât much more than a few solid wooden walls and a ceiling that had seen better days. There was a stone fireplace and a place that somewhat resembled a kitchen, but no indoor plumbing or any working electricity. If it were up to Chell, she would have had it this way, anyways. The less automatic working parts the better in her mind.
Chell stoked the fire. It was finally starting to grow into something warm and comforting. She turned her head to look at the new person sitting in her home. She didnât like strangers, particularly ones who claimed to be scientists, no matter how former. But there was something about this person that made Chell reconsider her standards of companionship. And this insane part of her mind had thought inviting such a person into her home was a smart idea. She still had yet to see if this would prove to be a fault in her judgement or not.
With a small nod of her head, Chell indicated for him to move closer to the fire, if he preferred at least. She wasnât going to harm him unless he gave her reason, and so far, despite everything, he hadnât.Â

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An Au where everyone is a core?
I took ideas from a number of people for this.
Chell (Tenacity Core), Doug Rattmann (Art Core), Mel (Willpower Core), Caroline (Business Core), Cave Johnson (Gumption Core)
its been a long week
Headcanon: Chell uses ASL to communicate when sheâs not comfortable speaking around the person but needs to get a message across. This results in endless frustration though because most people she meets do not know ASL.
Trying to get back into things so life for a starter!
âIâŚRight. Itâll be good to have some peace and quiet.â  GLaDOS lowered her voice somewhat, almost sounding disappointed, and far from honest.  Yet the lie wasnât one of her usual falsehoods, meant to harm or trick others. This seemed to be intended to trick herself. She wanted Chell to believe that she would be happy to be rid of her, but she wanted herself to believe it more than anything else. ââŚCome on, i know another place we can try. Employee lounges for the higher ranked employees. Your file might be there.â The core swiftly changed the subject, turning her back on Chell and walking out of the door without waiting for the girl to follow her.  She didnât want to think about this anymore.  She didnât want to feel these things anymore. Feelings weighed her down with each passing minute. They made her thinking stray from anything close to rational. She jumped in front of a live turret because of⌠feelings. She didnât want them anymore. She didnât want this pain in her chest anymore. But it wouldnât go away.
It was hard for Chell not to notice the note of disappointment in the Coreâs voice. What could have brought it on, Chell wasnât sure. Perhaps she had become invested in this search enough to actually care about the outcome? After all, she had been designed to test, to solve problems. Wasnât this just another problem to be solved to her? In a way, it was the same for Chell. She wanted answers to solve the puzzle of her past, to find the answers to the hidden pieces of her life she could no longer find on her own. Thatâs all the Core cared about: solving the problem. And Chell wasnât going to argue against that.
She followed after her without question, allowing the Core to go in front and Chell following obediently behind. The hallways were still just as eerie as they had been before, every creak and groan of the facility sounding as if they were the manifestations of dangers just behind every corner. In this place, that very well could have been true.
âHow far away are they?â
Chell didnât really feel a need to know this answer, but the uncomfortable form of silence had returned and for some reason she felt a need to be the one to fill it. Something inside her felt as if there was something she needed to make up for, like she had somehow caused the discomfort this time and needed to appease the situation. It was a ridiculous thought, but it was one that existed nonetheless.

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 A hand was held out to stop the other, emerald eyes narrowing as he caught the sound of something in the distance. Rustling through the trees, probably preparing for them to step too close. He glanced back to his company, frowning. She was unarmed, and he needed to get her back to the base. He pointed at her, then made a harsh motion to the ground.Â
  â Stay here. I heard something. â
Chell nodded in response to his message, the meaning being simple enough for her to understand despite not having known him for long. She had heard the noise as well and on first instinct had reached out for a Portal Device that wasnât there. Instead, she resigned herself to leaving her arms by her side, fists tense and ready for whatever danger that may approach.
There was nothing Chell hated more than being told to wait, but this was his world, not hers.
For a moment, the coreâs attitude changed. Her expression, one of annoyance, briefly shifted to something else. Concern? She almost looked uncomfortable.  Something about the mention of Chell possibly leaving in a few days, it unsettled her. âIâŚYes, if that is what youâd prefer. Still itâs rather foolish to simply give up so soon.â She hastily tried to cover up the brief change in emotion, trying to make herself sound as professional as possible. Yes. That was it.  She just⌠didnât feel like giving up. GLaDOS wasnât about to give up so soon. Right. That was it. She had no other reason. It wasnât like sheâd miss Chellâs company. Thatâd be ridiculous.  The girl had been nothing but a thorn in her side since the moment they met. And even ignoring the fact that she had killed the core, the girl had still waltzed into her facility, expecting GLaDOS to just hand over her file. The human was rude, dangerous, frustrating, annoying, and the only company GLaDOS had. Once more, the AI perked up at the mention of the deal, thoughts of payment running through her head⌠she could ask for Chell to stay- She still wasnât sure what she wanted.
Chell crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow indignantly at the Core. Foolish? Giving up? Clearly the Core had misunderstood her. By no means was she giving up; she was making hard choices, because whether she liked it or not there was a chance that her file could never be found and she wasnât going to spend the rest of her life in this place looking for something that no longer existed.
Chell wasnât sure how long she had been in Aperture since returning. Longer than a couple of days, maybe three at most? Had it somehow been longer? Time was impossible to tell in this place, trapped so far underground away from the sky, and with no other means to measure time, since any clocks that this facility might have held were no longer in working condition. But how long didnât matter. What mattered was that she didnât stay here longer than necessary.
Though, these past few days, or however long it had been, they hadnât been as nightmarish as her time here before. It was by no means pleasant but it wasnât remarkably terrible either. The worst part had been the knowledge that she was in this place, rather than the place itself. But that wasnât going to change her mind. A few not-so-horrible days wasnât going to make the bad memories go away.Â
Even if GLaDOS had become someone bearable to be around...
âIâm not giving up. Iâm considering my options. Besides, Iâm sure youâll be thrilled to have this place back to yourself.â