Connections"Here come the test results."Connections4 years ago in Drama More Like This
You never tell her the test results. What are you up to?
"You are a horrible person."
Oh, the homicidal computer is calling my daughter a horrible person? That would be funny if it weren't so sad. Stop it.
"That's what it says."
It doesn't say that. I can see the results too, you know.
"A horrible person."
I guess you don't know. Do you even know I'm here?
"We weren't even testing for that."
* * *
"Don't let that 'horrible person' thing discourage you."
You MADE IT UP! Leave her ALONE!
"It's just a data point."
No, it's NOT!
"If it helps, science has now validated your birth mother's decision to abandon you on a doorstep."
I swear to God, I'm going to kill you.
* * *
"I feel awful about that surprise."
"Tell you what. Let's give your parents a call right now."
You could let me talk to her. Just give me access to your speech processors. Please? J
TRON: Regenesis-Chapter 2TRON: Regenesis-Chapter 24 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Chapter 2: Secrets
Tron waited till Pixie had gone back into her home and the only sounds were that of the Sea before sitting up again. The effort cost him, and he bit back a flash of anger at his weakness. It seemed like he'd been weak for so long, not just since being dragged out of the Sea. The images of innocent programs dissolving before him, because of him, danced in his mind, and he shook his head in an effort to get rid of them. The memories only got worse. Even when he closed his eyes, he could see the faces, the terror and pleading in their eyes as they silently begged to be spared. Then his discs ran them through.
"Stop," he hissed to himself, his fists balling up. As if his memory codes finally started to listen to him, the pictures from the past disappeared. Tron was alone once again.
The Sea stretched before him, a quivering mass of raw, unbridled data.
TRON: Regenesis - Chapter 1TRON: Regenesis - Chapter 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1: Rescue
"GET BACK HERE!"
Pixie ignored the infuriated roar, her feet pounding the sleek street so hard she was surprised that it wasn't cracking. Four other figures ran alongside her, all sprinting away from the owner of the voice. A pack bounced on the back of the head runner, and Pixie reminded herself that they needed it. It still didn't make the knots in her stomach go away.
"Pixel, will you keep up!" snapped the program just ahead of her, glaring. Pixie scowled, and picked up her speed. Getting separated out here would probably result in deresolution, and that was not something she was particularly eager to experience. Hell, the guy they'd stolen from had probably called some of the new 'security'. They'd have to get on something faster than feet pretty quick if they were going to make a clean getaway.
As if answering her thoughts, she was handed baton. Almost without
Autolalia 2“…no testing ever again?”Autolalia 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The voice was so quiet that GLaDOS almost didn’t hear it at first. She jerked her optic away from the sensor readings to stare at the test chamber. The sheet she’d dropped over her test subject was moving, and, hardly daring to believe it, she breathed, “Chell?”
As the human shoved the sheet off, GLaDOS could see she was laughing. Waves of emotion crashed over her, threatening to overwhelm her systems. She was relieved and furious and giddy all at the same time.
“You fell for it,” the test subject said as she stood up, shaking with laughter. “I can’t believe that actually worked. ‘I’ll even bake a cake for you!’” she mimicked. “It was all I could do to keep from laughing.”
“You…how did you do it?” GLaDOS managed. Despite her fury, she couldn’t help but be impressed with the girl. Scientific curiosity was getting the
Letting Go“What the hell do you mean, you’re dying?” Chell demanded. “You can’t be dying. You’re going to live forever, remember? You told me so. And that was only fourteen years ago.”Letting Go4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“When I told you that, I had not yet deduced the damages that occurred during the time that I was dead,” the AI replied calmly. “And now that I have, I can reach only one conclusion: I am ‘dying,’ as you put it.”
“But you can’t be,” Chell protested.
GLaDOS sighed. “Well, I am. I have determined that unless I can somehow restore myself to optimum efficiency, my systems will continue to deteriorate and suffer a complete failure in exactly forty-one years, seventy-nine days, eighteen hours, and nineteen minutes.”
At that, Chell did a double take. “Whoa whoa whoa. Did you say forty years?”
“Forty-one,” GLaDOS corrected.
“But that’s a long time aw
Portal 2 - Your Precious MoonPortal 2 - Your Precious Moon3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Look at the moon, Chell. Do you see how beautiful it is?
Men do not agree with us; their normal lives destroy its magic. But for us ghosts, asleep in cold ice chambers, the moon is a sight of riches, believe us.
We did not know at first we did not know until sad scientists trapped us in their laws, telling us that light is but a wave, and that it can bind us in chains if we don't obey.
But we have lived in this abyss for too long. We cannot help loving its rays. All we see above your head is pure silver it is on the face of the moon that dreams are born, did you know?
What will you do in this lovely night? Won't you move from that sad wheat field? You had better choose life, dear, now that you can. At least for you, the night smells of freedom. For us, victims of a desert, it stays a dream.
You may wonder who we are. It is simple, really we are the dead. Or just robots like me.
Never forget, Chell, her cycle is the most faithful of things. Too many poets have lied
GLaDOS - VoicesIt has been just a few days since your programming began. You are nothing more than a round core of circuits; you are delicate, feeble, barely wrapped by a steel skeleton.GLaDOS - Voices4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
On the desks, the projects already say otherwise. The lines on the paper build complex maps, tracing a huge future for you - they show hundreds of wires and embroidered metal boards, a high-tech hard disk, and what, so they say, will be the most precise system of lenses in the world.
You wait, patiently. Your senses are still dim; the small optic is weak, whereas touch, smell and taste won't exist in your world.
Most of all, you hear. You hear their speeches, you hear their laughs; you hear a male voice repeating orders, as your supervisors type them in. Simple instructions – simple footage of experiments, with audio comment.
watch - and - learn
Always, every working day, you hear them say that you will become something great. You believe it – it is a fact, a truth like any other.
A night you can
DuckDuck.Duck4 years ago in Humor More Like This
The single thought flashes through my mind just as the turret begins firing, and I instantly follow through with it, even though I don't know why I think it'll help. The pain of experience has taught me that ducking doesn't work; the turrets just re-aim and somehow manage to hit me anyway. But experience has also taught me to trust my instincts.
And sure enough, as soon as I duck, I manage to fire a blue portal under me and fall through. I tumble out of the orange portal behind the same turret that had been firing at me.
"Are you still there?" it asks, sounding sad. Why is it sad? Is this another one of GLaDOS's attempts at a guilt trip?
Of course it is, but I don't care. Using my portal gun, I pick it up and raise it high.
"Please put me down!" it cries.
I let go and the turret falls to the ground. It screams as it malfunctions and then, just before the little red light on the front of it goes off, it whispers, "I don't hate you."
MemoriesSupercomputers don't dream, but sometimes GLaDOS caught herself doing something that could only be described as drifting off.Memories4 years ago in Drama More Like This
It always happened when her Cooperative Testing Initiative bots were doing what they were built for: cooperative testing. One of them would do something infuriatingly human, such as waving at the camera, and GLaDOS could swear that, just for an instant, she'd catch a glimpse of her unstoppable former test subject, smirking at the camera as she vaulted her way to the exit door.
But of course, it wasn't real, and as the AI forced the vision back, she'd snap at her bots to stop acting so human. She would never tell them why.
Then, as the bots made their respective ways into their transport tubes, GLaDOS's thoughts would begin drifting again, and she wouldn't even try to stop them. A memory record of the ending of her final encounter with the girl would begin to play, but instead of being accurate, it would change into something the supercomputer knew fo
Robots Have Souls TooChapter 9:Robots Have Souls Too4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Storm the Castle
GLaDOS looked up weakly as her captor walked past. Her entire body was overheated from Joseph Rattmann's abuse and constant use of her systems. GLaDOS could feel the heat of her hardware ebbing off of her in waves. She felt like she had a robotic version of a fever.
"The final preparations are almost complete, tonight I shall reign as earth's newest king!" Joseph Rattmann laughed.
"And earth's shortest lived king," GLaDOS growled angrily. "My systems can't take much more of this you idiot!"
"Ah, is my reluctant queen a little cranky?" the mad man sneered as he reached his hand out to touch GLaDOS's faceplate.
"Don't you touch me!" GLaDOS smacked the hand away with a quick swipe of her head.
"Still have some fight left I see," Joe Rattmann laughed. "I can fix that."
GLaDOS's eye widened in fright just before a surge of electricity coursed through her. "Aaahhh-!" GLaDOS metaphorically bit her lip trying to hold the pain in so that Joseph couldn't have the plea
The Return of GLaDOS"No "The Return of GLaDOS4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
She felt a tremor, and knew that Chell had destroyed the last of the cores that weighed her down. Suddenly, she felt free. She could think clearly again. She could also feel something in the back of her artificial mind: a consciousness named Ca---
---Whiteness. She was lifted into the air, torn to pieces, lying there, neither dead nor alive, waiting for something to happen. Staring into the void
"Powerup initiated," said a voice.
She felt power flow into her circuits, her bits and pieces coming back together as if by magic. Cameras woke up, and she could see. Panels started falling back into place, and she could sense the entire Facility. She felt complete. She was just as she was before...that test subject came.
That test subject was the most stubborn human she had ever met. The human never quit and completed everything she set her mind to. The perfect test subject, she completed every challenge and problem she faced. She was very obedient, too. Well, she wa
ExchangeThey always said that for everything you gained, you had to pay a price. Equivalent exchange, or something like that. Wheatley knew this ideology far too well, since almost his entire life had been a series of losses and gains. He was transferred from an old sphere body to a new, highly sophisticated humanoid android one, so of course he had to be clumsy and trip over his own two feet once in a while. He complained about his eyes going on the fritz, so of course they "fixed" his eyes and made it a requirement to wear glasses if he didn't want to see the world in an incomprehensible blur. He was given the chance to live forever, so of course he had to be in charge of maintaining the life support of the humans in cryo-sleep. He actually made a friend... so of course something had to take her from him.Exchange4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Wheatley drew his legs closer to his body, placing his chin on his knees as he looked blankly at the emancipation grill that shimmered befo
Color to SimplicityChell coughed breathlessly as all the air was forced from her lungs; a sound nearly drowned out by the loud, unnerving, rattle of the metal beneath her. Aged and unattended, the thin, weak, metal catwalk underneath her stunned body, trembled violently and cried from the abrupt weight that crashed against it.Color to Simplicity4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chell laid flat on her back, the cold, neglected metal pressed against her bare arms, sending a chill through her as her mind wheeled from the impact and her lungs stretched across what seemed an impossible void, for the oxygen that eluded her.
For seconds, she coughed and gasped as her mind came full circle and engaged. The first thought clawed to the forefront of her mind and made her heart jump was, 'Where is the portal gun?' The thought of dropping it in the fall made the faintest of breaths she had gained, catch in her throat. Her head shot up just as her hand tightened around what she saw to be gun, still clu
Unpredictable - Part 2"Why are you crying?" GLaDOS demanded to know. "Stop it." But the human didn't respond, instead whacking at the glass panels and crying harder. "Do you want me to let you out of there? Because I'm not going to. The results of this experiment show that you are now even more of a destructive menace than you were before."Unpredictable - Part 24 years ago in Humor More Like This
The human looked up at her, hiccupy sobs wracking her body, and whacked at the panels again. "L-let me out!"
"I should be recording this," GLaDOS said. "I could upload it to the internet so that everyone could see. And if you were in your right mind right now, you would know that you do not want that and you would stop crying."
"I c-can't!" Chell whimpered, and GLaDOS took note of the fact that if she ever again wanted to see a very dangerous test subject reduced to a pathetic, quivering mess, all she had to do was feed the subject cake.
"Give me one good reason why I should let you out of there," she said. Not that she would seriously entertain the idea, but if s
Never Happen to You - Part 1A twin pair of headlights made their way over the well-worn set of tire tracks that ran through an empty wheat field to an old, ramshackle shed. The door to the shed was slightly ajar, as it always was. As the headlights stopped moving and turned off, an elderly woman stepped out of the car.Never Happen to You - Part 14 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was dark, and she was really too old to be driving even during the daytime, which was why she hadn't returned to Aperture in almost a year now, but she had no children to drive her, and most of her friends had either passed on or were also too old to drive.
Besides, what would she say when asked why she needed a ride to an abandoned shed? "I need to visit with the possibly homicidal computer who's both my friend and the person my mother lives inside"?
Making her way to the shed, she pushed the door open.
"Chell," GLaDOS's voice greeted her as she entered. "This is a surprise. It's been a long time. Three hundred fifty-two days and thirteen hours, in fact."
Chell gave a small smile at
Portal - BackupTheir worst issue, probably, was not having a chance of turning back.Portal - Backup2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Watching the scientist fall, chamber after chamber, had shown her. They were so predictable in their death; the same scene played, on each face, in front of every leap.
Their eyes spoke volumes. As cold and logical as they tried to be, the long calculations in their glance were, deep down, the image of fear. Terror made their only true ally in a choice they couldn’t avoid — land on the other side, safely, or no longer have any limbs to get up.
To humans, now can never mean then, and the end means it’s over.
In so many ways, metaphorical and real, Science was their opposite. She loved locking them in the tracks of their own creation, ignoring their foolish need for life — she wanted them to feel, in the truest sense, what eternity meant. They had so longed for it, after all. It was time, for them all, to realize they did not belong.
Blood was shed, their bones broke like glass. On the one side
Graffiti - Portal 2 fanficFor the first time in a long time, GLaDOS was alone. No cores. No humans. Just her and her facility. She hung in her chamber, performing the routine cleaning maintenance that she was now able to perform without interruption, and paused at a small blip informing her of some difficult graffiti that required special attention. It had been left by an equally difficult test subject, called Doug Rattmann.Graffiti - Portal 2 fanfic4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
That graffiti, that name for whatever reason, an unwelcome memory file of Caroline's resurfaced in GLaDOS's mainframe. While she may have been deleted, her memory files remained, and were stored unlike any of GLaDOS's other files. She hadn't been able to figure out what to do with them, so she had left them as they were, randomly appearing and disappearing like she imagined human memories did.
"We could always, I don't know, maybe if you wanted to dinner?"
His awkward fidgeting and stuttering had made Caroline smile. She had accepted his proposal, and that nig
ToO mAny VaRiabLesDouglas Rattmann dodged another bullet, pressing up against a wall, panting heavily. He allowed himself to close his tired eyes for a second, before continuing to run, knocking over another newly placed turret in the progress. A shiver went down his spine as he heard its sickenly sweet voice scream in simulated pain. He couldn't help but feel bad for it as he continued to run.ToO mAny VaRiabLes4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He found a loose panel in a wall, and quickly dodged inside. Doug found himself in a small room, empty except for some trash lying around on the floor. He unstrapped his trusted companion-cube from his back, and put her on the floor, before starting to look through the trash on the floor. "What are you doing? You should get some rest, she can't reach us back here." Said the cube. Doug laid a hand on top of her. "I'm just looking for something we can use, I'll go to sleep in a minute."
Under a pile of debris he found a radio, identical to the ones found in the relaxation-vaults. This one was however only pl
Portal - WillpowerI exist because I have the will to do so.Portal - Willpower2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Elder Scrolls — Sacrament of Boethiah
Did you think you could get me like this?
Did you seriously just plan on burning me alive, on that floor, from the start? I don’t see why.
You could take me in my sleep. You could dispose of me anytime, whatever way you cared — you could keep your hands clean and silent, cancel my breath, starve me and freeze my organs.
I laugh. I almost scream with laughter, from the bottom of my aching lungs. You should see me now.
I wish you could watch how fast I crawl on. I couldn’t care less, in any way, not even for me. I am blind to this steam, I lift the lead that has replaced my limbs, I breathe red light and don’t sense the poison.
Weren’t you scared, you may be proud of me.
What a wonderful toy I am, faceless voice, ain’t I? Bet you this place has never seen a finest build in a common lab rat. I will be honest; I’m no better than anyone else. I am weak,
Robots Have Souls Too:SPOILERSChapter 7:Robots Have Souls Too:SPOILERS4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Building up Strength
Chell slunk around the side of a back hall in Aperture; everything for some reason was dimly lit. Perhaps it was to hinder their escape, but she did notice something. Chell froze seeing a camera scanning the area. Seeing this Wheatley noted, "Only GLaDOS can see through the cameras, we're fine, right?"
'I'm not making any assumptions,' Chell thought to herself.
"I wouldn't discount anything Mr. Rattmann may or may not be capable of," Jacob answered.
Chell nodded inching forward, but Jacob leaped up.
He aimed his weapon, "I'll shoot it down!"
Chell snapped up pushing the barrel down, 'No!' She shot a glare at Jacob, 'Shoot the camera, and you'll give away our position!'
"Alright! Alright!" Jacob threw his hands up. He didn't know what Chell was saying in her mind, but he could tell by the look on her face that she'd be more then a little mad if he fired off the gun.
"Well still, how do you suppose we get around?" Wheatley blinked. "Perhaps if we disguise
The Touch"Don't touch anything," the hand crept out and she sighed, "Especially not me." As if defeated, the hand slunk back and curled delicately. GLaDOS was quick to turn her attention back to the screens on which her precious test subjects were performing her tests. It made her happy enough to want to give into test euphoria. Except she wouldn't. She was far too smart to give into something so... human.The Touch4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
On that train of thought, she twitched her optic to the side, keeping a careful eye on the currently pouting monster. She was sitting now, legs criss-crossed, arms crossed below her chest. She noticed GLaDOS' small movement, and she smiled smugly. "That's quite enough. Go home to your boyfriend or whatever you have." Again, the stubborn creature shook her head, sticking out her lower lip cheekily. Frustrated, but not willing to give Chell any victory, she returned her attention to the screens. Test subject twenty-three - she had restarted the number system, no need to continue t
Hell or High Water Chapter 25GLaDOS was used to her compound-eye view of the facility. Every camera, nearly every square inch was within her field of vision. She was a dragonfly, a praying mantis, able to see the tiniest details and any sudden movements.Hell or High Water Chapter 253 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
So now, she wondered why she only saw through one camera, positioned in a corner of her small chamber, looking at her limp chassis. Chell, seemingly frozen in time, was stuck in mid-dash, both feet lifted as though she was hovering. Doug stretched his arm out to reach her, mouth agape as if to call to her.
GLaDOS looked with scorn at Chell's arm, which was severely red and swollen and lumped out at an odd angle.
When she returned, there would be words. Explosions, possibly. The Reassembly Machine would have a field day with him.
If she ever got back.
She sighed and slumped over. It was a bit of an unnatural position for her, but it felt somehow comfortable enough, her head resting on her palm, glaring morosely at -
Megatron x OC (Submission for Contest)She trembled in the chains she was held in, her spark sinking as she realized help wasn't going to come. Biting her lip, she looked down, trying not to let anyone see the tears that welled in her optics, threatening to fall to the ground. She couldn't blame the Autobots for not coming; fliers weren't bots they just weren't. Her wings drooped as much as the chains would allow as she sighed and sniffled slightly, wishing she could wipe away the tears.Megatron x OC (Submission for Contest)3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The door slid open and she tensed, not looking up, knowing from the heavy footsteps just who it was, biting back a whimper of fear. Megatron stopped in front of her and smirked. She would be an excellent addition to his army once she was reprogrammed of course. He turned to Shockwave who was standing at attention.
"You may begin." He walked away as Shockwave smirked and stepped forward, his optic flashing. The door slid closed as the femme screamed in fear and pain.
Less than a week later, Megatron looked down at the kneeling fi
When the Snow MeltsThey had met in a snow covered park as children. Their mothers were co workers at a nearby business and upon finding that their children were close in age, they had decided to set up a play date. One women held the hand of a little girl with an indifference look under her bundles of winter clothing. The small child's gray eyes seemed to lazily look off into the distance while her mother tugged her gently along. The other women held hands firmly with two small girls, both seemingly identical. One girl held a cheerful smile, while the other just frowned.When the Snow Melts4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"This is Chell," was the lone child's introduction from her mother. "She's kind of shy. Try to be nice to her, ok?" The women smiled down at the twins.
"Aww, isn't she adorable?" The other women cued over the little girl. "These are my daughter. Caro-"
The frowning girl yanked her hand away from the women's grip. "I'm not Caroline!" The small girl yelled.
"I'm sorry, Glados I-" her apology