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The Unknown - Part 4In the morning, she was monitoring Wheatley's daily chores as well as the testing, turret production, and everything else that went on in the facility. It was funny to watch him attempt to clean the toilets. He turned his face away while he tried to scrub them.
"Good morning, miss GLaDOS. Did you sleep well for the rest of the night?" Soka walked in with two cups of coffee this time. As it turns out, he had a liking for the stuff.
She accepted a cup and took a sip of it, letting the warmth of it fill her body, and chase away the dawn chills. "No. I got almost no sleep at all. What about you?" She took another sip.
"Eh, my sleep was off and on." He took a sip of his coffee. "So have you worked out that thing with Wheatley yet?" From experience and reflexes, Soka tilted his head down in hopes that he wouldn't get hit.
"No," She finally sighed, m
The Unknown - Part 3'Is this really happening?' GLaDOS thought. She had awoken and was back to staring at the ceiling. 'He wants me What does that even mean?!'
She hadn't studied anything on the emotions she was suffering from now.
She couldn't sleep again, so she just got up and watched the test subjects. She was sipping her coffee when she heard Wheatley's voice.
"GLaDOS, are you okay?"
"You should be sleeping." She narrowed her eyes and didn't face him, continuing to watch the testing.
"I woke up and couldn't fall back in again. I noticed you were out of bed and found you here." There was a pause as he thought of what to say next. "You miss her don't you?"
"God, no, I don't miss her. Chell was just a dangerous mute lunatic whom I never want to see again." She took another sip of her coffee.
"Well, whatever you say. If you need someone to talk to, you can tell me anything
The Unknown - Part 2She liked the feeling of the wind flowing through her long grey hair felt nice. She hadn't been outside since Wheatley had crashed down. She liked to get her mind off of the facility, and other things, such as the little moron she felt bad for almost throwing into the incinerator- why did she feel that way though? 'These inferior human emotions ' She thought as the stars began to twinkle in the dusk sky.
She heard the shed door open and shut behind her, but she didn't turn.
"Um miss GLaDOS? Wheatley is done cleaning. He wants to know what he is to do next." Soka said tentatively.
"Well, if he really wanted to know, he would not be such a coward, and would come outside and talk to me." She said coldly.
"Yes, ma'am." Soka went back into the shed and took the elevator down to fetch Wheatley.
It was only 10 minutes before he was on the surface. "Is there any
The Unknown - Part 1She hadn't wanted it. In fact, it was the thing she had wanted least. She knew it would happen eventually, but so soon?
She had been in her chamber when she heard the crash and felt the floor beneath her shake. Now she was on her way to the surface elevator, going up to see what - or more likely, who - had crashed down.
"Oh, God No, this can't be happening!" She said to herself as she made her way over to the crater in the waist-high wheat. She was an android, just like all of the other cores and turrets in the even newer aperture. She was still getting used to her new body, and she fell. She caught herself with her hands though. She simply got back up, dusted herself off, and continued to walk.
When she got to the edge of the hole, what she saw inside made her eyes go wide, and she growled in dismay.
'No, no, no The IDS is back. Honestly, I should just throw him in the incinerator.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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