The Difference Between ThemWheatley sat on the small bed that belonged to his human companion. Pointed directly to look at nothing but the one thing he couldn't help but hate. He would admit that such a feeling was irrational even for someone like him, but he couldn't help the feeling of disgust that leaked into his circuits just from the site of the thing. The cube seemed to stare back, mockingly at him, though it didn't have any optic sensors like him.
It just sat there, scorched and remarkably dirty. It was quiet, never speaking and never gave any acknowledgement to him when he spoke to it. Faintly, he considered the fact that it was just a block. Those thoughts were pushed out of mind when she was there though. She would smile at the cube and pat it. Occasionally she would use it as a seat when she was reading, or as a table when she was eating. The sheer fondness for the block was enough convincing for Wheatley that it must have been sentient like him or else Chell wouldn't like it so much.
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They bounced off a panel right onto a platform in the middle of a bunch of spike-covered mashing plates.
Chell's eyes drifted to the only portalable area while Wheatley spoke on his screens cheerfully. "Hello! This is the part where I kill you. Had a brainwave. There I was, just smashing some steel plates together, and I thought to myself 'Yeah, it's deadly, but what's missing?"
The girl ignored Wheatley's rambling, noticing the conversion gel dripping on a surface below the screen then looking back to the one portable wall she'd noticed before. The angle might work
"It's still a work in progress, don't judge me yet. Um, but eventually I'd like to get them to sorta shoot fire at yo"
Chell fired an orange portal at the gel and a blue one at the wall. "Nonono! Don't do that!" Wheatley protested. "Stand right"
But the test subject was faster than hi
It's Only ScienceWheatley's optic widened slightly in interest as he watched the dark haired girl solving the testhis tests.It's Only Science3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The benefit of herhis new bodywas the fact he didn't have to look at Chell from just one angle anymore, even if he didn't have the luxury of seeing her up close and personal. He now had cameras and screens everywhere and he could feel every button she pressed, every step she took, see every breath she inhaled, the slight flush on her face from exerting herself, the small beads of water that were forming on her forehead that were sticking her hair to her face
It was bloody stunning for a 'smelly human'. Just thinking about how the Aperture logo shirt she wore hugged her body and how lucky that Portal gun was whenever she took a break and held it to her chest for support
His thoughts were cut off as a Frankenturret was placed on the button and he couldn't help but be a little vocal about his pleasure. She really was amazing, being abl
Where the Air is Sweet"But Chell, what am I supposed to do while you're at work?" Wheatley whined. "Can't I go with you?"Where the Air is Sweet3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His eyes were pleading, but Chell sighed and shook her head. Just because he was used to having her around in the apartment all day to entertain him didn't mean that that was always going to be the case. Now that the money GLaDOS had stashed inside the Companion Cube for her was almost depleted, Chell had been forced to get a job. Today was her first day as an official McDonald's cashier.
"Why not?" he asked, then repeated, "What am I supposed to do?"
"Watch TV," she replied, walking over and turning it on. She flipped it to PBS--even he couldn't get into any trouble watching that--and set the remote on the coffee table before turning to give Wheatley a reassuring smile. "I'll be back before you know it. There's a sandwich in the fridge. Just go take it out when you're hungry. You know how to open the fridge, right? And the pantry? Because there's cookies and junk in the pantry."
ChellxWheatley: Late NightsClick. Clickclickclicklick.ChellxWheatley: Late Nights3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chell paused in her rapid typing to tuck a renegade strand of charcoal colored hair behind her ear before returning to her work. The digital clock on the bottom right corner of her screen blinked 4:17 AM at her, not that she was really paying attention to it. Honestly she should have gone to be hours ago, but Glados had made it incredibly clear that Chell get her newest report in by Monday morning. It was Saturday night... well, more accurately, Sunday morning, although at the moment the days could matter less to Chell; she just wanted to get this done.
Shouldn't the head of the Technology department be working on this? While it was true that the concept of transferring a person's intelligence and personality into a computer interested the woman, it seemed like quite a leap to bring her to AI/Brain Mapping theories from her previous position as one of the turret designers and testers. Her eyes were beginning to burn from staring at a screen almost non
Portal 3--Chapter 1 Page 1 Plain TextPortal 3Portal 3--Chapter 1 Page 1 Plain Text2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Chapter 1: The Apology
They told me if I ever used this deadly laser, that I would die! They told me that about everything! It's like they were trying to keep me afraid of my own body like some nun saying you'll get hairy palms if you masterb
Hah, um, did I really just do that? Did I really just almost write masterbate on the moon in bloody mile-high letters? Oh. Well now, now I actually did write the whole thing. Wrote masterbate. On the moon. Big huge letters, everyone can see it, She can, oh, probably see it, probably laughing her arse off. And now I've just wrote arse on the moon.
Bloody thing doesn't have spelcheck either I bet. No, bet it does, probably does, everything has that these days, so good news, I am a terrific speler! So at least we can be confidant that, when I wrote masterbate on the moon, twice, it was corectly speled.
Er that's not the point, ha, that's, that's really really not the point. Getting off track here! Point is, I have something impo
Miss HerHe would never see her again.Miss Her3 years ago in Romance More Like This
That one thought kept running through his core, not even a little overshadowed by where he was now, even as he enthused about it. "Oh my God oh my God oh my GOD! I'm in SPACE!"
"I know you're in space!" Wheatley exploded at last. He'd been calm up until then, but the constant babbling was getting on his nerves. "We both are! Soso just give it a rest, all right?"
But Space couldn't give it a rest, because if he couldn't keep his mind occupied with space, he'd be forced to think about her again, waiting all alone for him down on Earth. He wondered if she knew she'd never see him again, and it made him sad to contemplate. Talking about space was the only way for him to keep his mind off of her. "SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!"
"ARGH!" Wheatley cried in frustration. "Come on, mate! Just stop! Isn't there any bloody thing you like more than space?"
Space paused. He hadn't been expecting that question, and it threw him eno
Portal 2: Won't Let You GoSeverance from the tainted chassi was so sudden and refreshing that the microsecond he was free, Wheatley was his old self again. Right as rain, save for the microsecond later of realization that he was being sucked into the vacuum of space just off the surface of the moon. It was in this moment that his growling demands for the test subject to let him go became a desperate plea for his dear companion Chell to hold to him tighter. Amazingly, she did just that, her fingers wrapped so firmly around his handles that her knuckles shone white through her skin.Portal 2: Won't Let You Go3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What are you doing?" GLaDOS interrupted, a metal claw holding to Chell's ankle and keeping them both in place. "Let go of that moron. He is not coming back here."
Chell defiantly pulled the trembling core against her chest.
Wheatley turned his optic to gaze at her, his pupil just a dot as terror--true terror--sparked across his circuits. How had things come down to this? He had just been so lonely, had just wanted to leave that Hell-
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The door of the central control chamber slid open. Footsteps, an odd, off-rhythm gait of two feet and a cane, signaled his approach. She said nothing, merely watching the test rooms below her through the large window at the far side of the room. The footsteps stopped.
She said nothing, so he continued walking. Soon, he was beside her, looking down at the congregation of humans and robots running through the tests like hamsters on a track.
"It's been a long time," she said at length.
"And I see much has changed. Not the same Aperture I remember at all."
Indeed it wasn't. The place had gone from the stark, maddening white of an office building to a smooth, cool blue of some science fiction spaceship. Yellow and orange borders painted most rooms, including the control chamber they currently occupied. In the testing areas, the white portal w
Enhanced TruthGLaDOS 'enhanced' the truth a lot. Some things weren't lies, like the cake; It just wasn't for Test Subject #1, but there was a cake. Well, there had been; It seemed birds had eaten it in the time she'd been dead.Enhanced Truth3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
She'd been telling the truth when she told that mute lunatic she'd had a backup file on her; She had one on all the personality cores in the facility, and there was even a backup of herself. She'd simply enhanced the truth when she said that she'd deleted Chell's during their fight.
When the A.I had reawaken, the file had been forgotten until that moron had showed up and escaped with Chell. Now while she waited for her favorite lab rat to show up, GLaDOS mused on how the human and personality core seemed to get along and were trying to work together to escape.
In the past, there had been a few experiments with cooperative testing but humans were unstable creatures with pride, envy, and were usually biased working together because of emotions controlling
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Chell paused, cocoa mug halfway to her mouth to cast a questioning look at the Adventure Core. Rick perched on the edge of her sofa, one ankle over his knee, the look on his face somewhere between curiosity and accusation. He shifted, recrossing his legs, before settling that intense stare back on her.
"I mean, I understand you getting us all out of there; you're a very thoughtful young lady. And I even understand you're setting us up in our own lives out here. And not wanting to rent another apartment until he can afford his own rent, but why do you let him stay here? Isn't he, like, a safety hazard or something?"
She sighed, putting down the hot chocolate she'd been so looking forward to.
"He could stay with Fact and Craft. They've got plenty of space in that flat of theirs."
She shook her head.
"What about Morality? Doesn't she have a condo now?"
Chell rolled her eyes. Yes, and she's renting to Rage and Curiosity.
"Even Space and I'
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He’d said those words to her, both desperate and earnest, so many times over the past decade that it was becoming difficult for even her to tell the precise number. She hadn’t believed him the first time, given the little moron’s ability to mess absolutely anything up, and nothing had changed since then.
None of her opinions had changed, that is. Something had changed, something crucial, and now GLaDOS was left with no other option but to bring the Intelligence Dampening Sphere back to Earth.
After decades spent repairing the damage caused to mankind by the Combine Invasion, humans were just now beginning to venture out into space again. They were certain to find the two defective cores, and GLaDOS was unwilling to just leave them there and wait for that to happen. She would not be responsible for allowing Aperture technology—even broken Aperture technology—to fall into the wrong hands.
Shattered DreamsThe worst part about being in stasis was the dreams, the never-ending dreams. And they were never just dreams: they were always nightmares. Whenever the announcer's voice woke her up, Chell would, after searching for and never finding a way out, think about how nice it would be to dream about kittens or puppies or something.Shattered Dreams3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But she never got that sort of dream. Hers were haunted by memories. Piping voices calling "I seeeeee you!" and the Companion Cube falling to its death and the cake she had been promised and the graffiti that had littered the walls in the test chambers.
But most of all, Chell's dreams were haunted by memories of her, the computer whose name she had never found out. If computers even had names. The giant AI's voice and form invaded every portion of her nightmares, mocking and guilt-tripping her even from beyond the grave.
"You murdered your Weighted Companion Cube," she would mock. "And that's why you will receive no cake." And then
Down to EarthChapter OneDown to Earth3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Glados was talking to herself again. Atlas and P-Body shifted nervously as she continued to debate.
"I deleted you. Goodbye Caroline,"
He tried to save me from becoming you...
"That metal ball? That moron. I would have remembered."
You didn't remember where I lived inside you. I remember Wheatley. He tried to stop me being downloaded into you...
"He is in space. I fixed him,"
He tried to fix me. Alone, out there, is too cruel...
"What do I do with a stupid moronic metal ball? He was programmed to make stupid desicions. He cannot be trusted with MY facility."
You can fix him. You can save him. Atlas and P-Body have found the remaining test subjects. Remember how excited you were?
"For science. Ha. Ha. Ha."
"I know which chamber to use. My hobby was going to be re-animating the dead. Now I can see
What If... - Part 3The Chell Core was making that annoying crying noise again, and she hadn’t even been blown up this time.What If... - Part 33 years ago in Drama More Like This
“Stop it,” GLaDOS ordered.
Stubborn as ever, Chell shook her core back and forth, still making that horrible noise. GLaDOS sighed.
“Oh, fine. Tell me what it is you want.”
“It’s been a month,” Chell said.
“Since you hurt Wheatley and started hurting me,” Chell said. “You said he could come back. Where is he?”
The look in her optic was desperate, pleading, and angry all at the same time, and GLaDOS felt herself pause. “Well, he’s…fine. He’s just not here.”
“Why not?” Chell asked.
GLaDOS sighed again. “Honestly, I’d hoped not to have to tell you. I didn’t want to upset you.” And of course, that was an outright fabrication; she’d been hoping the Chell Core would just forget about the
Portal 2: Human EmotionWheatley had been told many things when he'd first been brought online.Portal 2: Human Emotion3 years ago in Romance More Like This
For one, that if he ever left his management rail, he would die. The same thing went for his flashlight. He was told his death if he did this would be slow and painful - well, pain as he was programmed to feel pain, anyway, which was surprisingly much like he had seen countless humans suffer pain in the testing chambers. Screaming, shaking, crippling pain. He'd seen firsthand how cruel GLaDOS could be to her test subjects and so hadn't ever questioned when he was told that if he did a certain thing, he would die like so many of the little humans had.
Another was that above all else, he was to obey all orders but feel absolutely free to chip in with his own ideas. If he felt that an idea of GLaDOS's was flawed or needlessly cruel, he had an attachment directly to her brain that would allow his own ideas to be heard. He took advantage of this more than he would have liked to admit. It made him feel special to know th
Cave Johnson's Last"... Caroline, please bring me more pain pills." Cave Johnson, lying in his bed with an IV and heart meter strapped to him, shut off the microphone. Why did I have to be the one to try ground-up moon rocks? I pay the bills around here! I should have gotten one of my engineers to do it! Cave thought. Caroline knocked on the door and then quickly entered the room. "Here are your pills, sir," she said.Cave Johnson's Last3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Only three?" Cave asked.
"Sorry, sir. Doctor's orders."
"Ah, well." Cave swallowed the red and white pills while Caroline placed a small manilla folder and a fountain pen on his desk.
"Here is the paperwork for the three-tier R&D project, sir," she said.
"Thank you, Caroline," the CEO of Aperture Science said as he began to sign the three documents. "You do know time is flowing backward, right?"
"Of course, sir."
"Excellent. If only I could convince everybody else."
Suddenly, the door opened. "We have an emergency, sir," an engineer exclaimed.
"What is it?"
"Our spy at Black Mesa has infor
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She thinks about him all the time, to the point where it interferes with her everyday life. She’s thinking about him now, as she makes her way through a busy sidewalk with a few books in her arms, heading home from the library. People bump against her from all sides, but she pays no attention to them until all of a sudden someone bumps her from the front. She gasps in surprise as her books fall to the ground, and she drops to her knees to gather them up.
“Oh!” The man who bumped her at least has the decency to bend down and help her pick them up, and once she’s got them all back in her arms, she gives him a terse smile and tries to leave, but he’s having none of it. “I’m really sorry! Wasn’t watching where I was going, and, well…I hop
Portal 100 Themes 51-5551. Elemental TempestPortal 100 Themes 51-553 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"GLaDOS can control fire. It is the incinerator that she provides to kill the companion cube, that she attempts to kill test subjects with, and that ultimately destroys her"
"She also commands water. It is the acid pits that must be avoided and the sprinklers of the facility. Chell is lucky She values testing more than killing her, or the ASHPD might have electrocuted the test subject by now.
"GLaDOS is a master of air. She controls the 'one room of air,' supplying Chell with the oxygen she breathes. It is just as easy for her to switch it with deadly neurotoxin, so making GLaDOS angry isn't wise.
"Lastly, GLaDOS has full control over earth. She shifts panel after panel to alter the world of Aperture, moves rooms, controls everything."
The different turret paused, before uttering a "That's all I can say," and falling into sleep mode, nobody around to hear it's rambling.
52. Too Late
"What do you mean they won't get it done on time?!" Cave rai
BYDTWD Ch 1Thanks to my friend Rebeca for Betaing this chapterBYDTWD Ch 13 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
At the young age of two, Chell wouldn't even remember her birth parents. She couldn't talk, she couldn't even know they were gone. Taken in a car accident in the most cliché way on a vacation while she was taken care of by relatives.
She got lucky in a way. Her uncle would be the one to ultimately adopt her as his own daughter despite the fact he was young and unmarried.
Growing up, she called him daddy and wasn't ever corrected otherwise. She never questioned why she didn't have a mother or why she and her 'dad' didn't look alike, with the exception of their dark hair and eyes that seemed almost the same color as the moon. Even these features enough were not enough to take away from the idea that the two were just simply different looking people.
They did share another trait as she grew up though, one that would determine their futures.
They never seem to die, even when there are those who want them to.
Life of a TurretA circular red light flickered in the darkness. White metal was placed around it, while three gray legs were attached at the bottom. Finally, the Aperture Science Turret was boxed up and sent downwards to the Unboxer. There, the lightweight yet deadly machine was unpackaged and was placed into a pneumatic vent and sent into a testchamber.Life of a Turret3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Where am I?" thought the turret. Sensors indicated that he was in a narrow, black tiled corridor. His orders: to kill any generic life form that he sees. So the turret waited. And waited. And waited. Eventually, he got a chance to prove his worth. A test subject peeked around the corner, then leapt back at the sight of the turret. The turret went into search mode. "Are you still there?" he asked. The test subject made a run for it down the corridor, trying to pick up the death machine. The turret exclaimed, "There you are!" and opened fire. Red splotches appeared on the man's jumpsuit, and he fell to the ground. "Gotcha ya!" the exicted turret said.
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Chell looked up at the camera from her coffee, gesturing at it with one hand to show that she wasn’t done. An irritated sigh came through the intercom. “Come on, [Subject Name Here]. This is no time for delays. You will not want to miss this next test. It is, shall we say…of special interest to you.”
The human frowned. She’d been intending to ignore the AI until her cup was drained like she’d been doing every day for the past six months, but now her interest was piqued. With a sigh, she set the still-warm drink down and stood. The door to the break room slid open as she began heading towards it.
“Chell!” Wheatley enthused as soon as she stepped out. “Hello! Done early today, aren’t you?” She nodded as the door closed behind her, reaching up with one hand to give his casings an affectionate pat, and he continued talking. “She says you’ll like this,