CongratulationsTest Chamber Seventeen was simple. GLaDOS highly doubted that this particular test subject would have any difficulties with it, since she had managed to complete the far more difficult Test Chamber Sixteen so quickly and easily.Congratulations4 years ago in Drama More Like This
All the subject had to do in this chamber was carry the Weighted Companion Cube, specially designed to coerce subjects into forming an attachment to it, through the chamber and use it to help her solve a few simple puzzles. Then at the end, the subject would have to abandon her beloved cube in an Aperture Science Weighted Companion Cube Receptacle, which was the real test. Most of the time, this caused test subjects to suffer a small bout of depression, sometimes complete with hysterical sobbing. GLaDOS couldn't wait to find out how this test subject would handle it.
"The Vital Apparatus Vent will deliver a Weighted Companion Cube in three two one "
As it fell out, the subject took a step backwards, narrowing her eyes at the cube wi
The Deal"You work for Black Mesa."The Deal4 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was the single most accusatory thing Chell had ever heard the AI say, and she gulped, then nodded, feeling ashamed even though she knew she had no reason to. She was an adult, after all. She could work where she damn well pleased.
"Why?" And now GLaDOS sounded almost hurt. Chell gave a small shrug of her shoulders.
"It's the single best place to work for a Physics major. There's no other company around that can even come close to competing with it. Working there, I can help with some of the greatest scientific breakthroughs of our time." The speech sounded rehearsed even to her, and Chell realized just how much she'd been dreading talking to GLaDOS about this.
Narrowing her optic, the AI jerked her head closer to Chell, who gulped again but didn't back away. "The only way Black Mesa ever got anywhere was by stealing Aperture technology."
"Yeah, well, that was then," Chell said defensively. "And this is now. Sure, they don't have anythi
TRON: Regenesis - Chapter 3TRON: Regenesis - Chapter 34 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Chapter 3: ENCOM
Sam Flynn watched his computer shut down and rubbed his eyes; a year ago, he would have laughed if someone had told him he'd be sitting here, trying to manage a global company. A year ago, though, he'd believed his father dead, and all those bedtime stories of the Grid just that, stories. But now, here he was, trying to figure out a way to market the new office program that was affordable to the public and would still keep the board members happy with enough green to line their pockets. Staring at figures that had more zeros than he imagined had left him with yet another headache throbbing behind his eye, and he'd had enough. Grabbing his coat, he made to leave his office and head back the apartment.
"Mr. Flynn," called someone. Sam gritted his teeth and turned around. Ed Dillinger, still dressing like a mop haired hipster, was standing behind him, all impatient looking. Sam wo
Short, Sad Life Left - Part 11.Short, Sad Life Left - Part 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The doctors didn't know why Chell was sick, why her skeleton was deteriorating at an accelerated rate, but she herself knew perfectly well: it was the repulsion gel, the goddamned repulsion gel. The prerecorded voice had warned her not to get covered in itof course, that was about five minutes too late. She'd managed to wash it off in a stream of water several chambers later, but by then it had already done its damage.
Now, six months later, she was dying. She knew that, and she knew that she didn't have very much time left. What a strange twist of fate it was that she'd survived GLaDOS's testing been released, evenonly to have it kill her when she was safely away from all things Aperture.
Well, that wasn't entirely true. While she had burned the official Aperture clothing she was wearing when GLaDOS let her go, Chell had kept the Companion Cube. She didn't know why, but for some reason, it still comforted her. So even in this hospital room at what she knew
Bleach OC Bio: Kozue FukkashiBleach OC Bio: Kozue Fukkashi4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Hiragana: こずえ 風花し
Age: Physically about 14
Birthday: February 22
Weight: 115 lbs
Blood type: A
Relatives: Drazon Fukkashi (Father), Miki Fuyuno (Mother)
Affiliation: Gotei 13, Soul society.
Occupation: 3rd seat of the 9th division.
Base of operations: Division 9 barracks, seireitei, soul society.
Appearance: Kozue is at an average height and weight for his age. He has brown eyes which he inherited from his Father. His hair is a dark forest green, which flips out in all directions and is rather messy. His bangs are side swept and longer pieces of hair in front frame his face.
Kozue wears the regular shinigami uniform but with a high collar. He wears fingerless gloves and keeps his zanpakuto tucked into the right side of his sash.
Personality: Upfront Kozue i
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.
Why Do I CareWhy do I care?Why Do I Care4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I shouldn't be giving a single solitary damn right now. Yet, I do. And, for what? A traitorous idiot who nearly got me killed, nearly got himself killed, and nearly destroyed a whole insanely huge laboratory all because he went mad with power.
Again, why do I care?
I thought I was free from Aperture. Free from portals. Free from testing. Free from...Her. Free from turrets speaking in childish voices, from personality cores, from all the madness.
I was strating to live a normal life. I now had a job at a diner, an actual apartment to live in, real human friends. Things any regular person would want in their lives.
Then...He showed up.
I didn't recognize him at first. But, that voice gave it all away. That accent. The nervous laugh. The way he stupidly thought his idiotic plan to not be recognized by using a bad French accent would work.
It was him. That moron. That...monster. That traitor. I've never been so pissed in my life. Just when I thought
Sticks and Stones"The birth parents you are trying to reach do not love you. Please hang up."Sticks and Stones4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"You are a horrible person. I'm serious, that's what it says. A horrible person."
The Aperture Science Handheld Portal Device slammed against the wall all the way at the opposite side of the chamber, soliciting a loud, impromptu gasp from the speakers. Several panels quickly moved to catch it before it could fall into the acid pit below.
"So," the AI said, voice easily smoothing over as though she'd never been thrown off her guard, "I see all those years in stasis have not improved your intelligence levelwhich is far lower than average, in case you needed the reminder. Look. You may have finished this chamber, but you still have more to complete. A lot more to complete, in fact. So why don't you attempt to figure out a way to retrieve the portal device? Because I'm certainly not going to do it for you."
The only movement from the test subject was a slight shakin
IV: VilifyShe hadn't always had anger problems.IV: Vilify4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Really she doesn't think she ever has, because she's above all that, thank you very much. Granted, there was the whole business with when she'd first woken up-- the urge to destroy each of them that had been both overwhelming and unexplainable. It erupted from within, and whether this rage stemmed from the strange sense of being confined or memories she couldn't quite place, she wasn't entirely sure. But well, she'd learned to calm down eventually. As it turned out, science went considerably better when one kept a clear 'head' of sorts, and she did love science.
She'd always loved science.
Perhaps it was simply the mainframe, the bits of wires and heavy chips that made up who she was. After all, she'd been built to do a number of things, from de-icing to running the heating through the whole facility (which she always kept at an optimal sixty degrees Fahrenheit since those scientists wore coats anyway) to testing. Always testi
Hapless 2.3~Esoteric~Hapless 2.33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He then laid me over the surface. All around me was dark, hardly seeing a thing until my eyes adjusted. I looked over at the creature that saved me from my team witnessing. His hands, that would normally be gloved, where darken with long razor sharp finger tips. His mask was torn a bit around the openings, probably from all the sewer water wearing it down. His eyes too were glowing, emitting an emerald color from the dark.
"Where are we?" I looked around, observing all the tunnels and passages running in all directions.
"We're in zhe water system, my home..." He turned his head looking over at me. "Follow me and stay close." I did as I was told traveling down the maze of tunnels.
"Tell me why you are like zhis?"
"I'm not quite sure... It just happened."
"This is the first time this has happening to you?"
"Hm, zhen that explains why you were running away, escaping into zhe sewers."
It was a bit unsettling being in these tunnels, how they seem to moan and creat
Fragile [SPOILERS]By now, most of the fires had died down. GLaDOS, true to her word, had fixed every remaining problem in the facility in a matter of moments. The only thing left to do, really, was cleaning up the mess that the moron left behind, and feel grateful that he wouldn't be causing it again where he was now. Still, he'd managed to twist the place around in such remarkable ways that she began to wonder if he did it on purpose at a last laugh. It seemed like something he would do, that little imbecilic metal ball...Fragile [SPOILERS]3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She reveled in her anger at the thought. Oh, how good it felt to have outbursts of frustration without shorting out. What a strange thing to miss. Nevertheless, she did miss it. Being stuck in a potato with only your basic programming and a slow-clap processor was incredibly depressing at times, not to mention dull.
Fires and piles of rubble weren't the only messes that needed tending to, however. GLaDOS still had her test subject to deal with. After dragging h
Short, Sad Life Left - Part 5The elevator landed as Chell finished her cake. She heard it coming and looked up at it, hardly daring to believe that GLaDOS was actually going to let her go again.Short, Sad Life Left - Part 54 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"There," GLaDOS said, and was it Chell, or did she sound bitter? "I suppose you're going to leave now. And that's just fine with me. I hope never to see you again."
Chell stood up. "Thanks for everything, GLaDOS."
"Just go," the computer said. "Live out your short, sad life somewhere far away from here. Don't ever think about me or this facility again."
"Now who's being melodramatic?" Chell asked with a chuckle. GLaDOS's optic narrowed into a glare.
Turning around, Chell began heading for the elevator. When she was about halfway there, she paused and turned back to look at the AI.
"What are you doing?" GLaDOS asked. "I told you to leave. Now."
"I still have the Companion Cube," Chell said.
"Yes, you do. But I fail to see how that is relevant in any way, shape, or form."
Chell shrugged. "I don't know how do those
Never Happen to You - Part 2"'Caroline'?" the voice Chell now had a name for asked, sounding disapproving. "You know, in my day, we called our mothers either 'Mom' or 'Mommy.' Maybe 'Mother' if we were feeling particularly snotty."Never Happen to You - Part 24 years ago in Drama More Like This
"But you you're not " Chell got out. "I mean, you are, but you're not. Not really, I mean. I've never met you, and you're not."
There was complete silence for a moment, then GLaDOS's voice interrupted it. "Oh, dear. One of you would be sobbing right now if you were human, and the other is in a slight amount of shock. That confliction is a little difficult to deal with, but it was hardly unforeseen."
"I'm sorry," Chell said, knowing right away which was which. "I I didn't mean to upset you it's just most people don't get the chance to meet their mothers for the very first time at eighty-nine years old. I wasn't expecting it. I don't know what to say to you."
Caroline didn't respond for a moment, and when she did, her voice was tight
Killing MachinesHer little killing machines were starting to grow on her. At first she had been skeptical; they were, of course, part of that creature's clone army. Still, though, they didn't seem to be showing any of their mother's violent tendencies. Their feathers were just starting to sprout, turning them into plump little black feather balls, screeching and whimpering for food that she made Orange and Blue fetch.Killing Machines4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Look at you, Killing Machine One, you've put on a few pounds, yes? Perhaps that's why your mother abandoned you. Food for thought." She tossed one of the worms into the yowling creature's beak, causing it to momentarily choke before swallowing. The AI continued this with each hatchling, cooing various weight and adoption insults at all three of them. Unlike the humans that she had so shortly obtained, they seemed unbothered by her words, only chirping and cawing as obnoxiously as always.
The last one, the only girl and the smallest, reminded her of REDACTED. Her blue-gray
Reversal, Chapter 3Summary: The story of the Portal-games retold with switched roles: Wheatley is the test subject who took down the homicidal super-computer of Aperture, Chell is the A.I who wakes him up after decades in cryosleep to help her escape, and GLaDOS is... GLaDOS.Reversal, Chapter 34 years ago in Humor More Like This
Wheatley's lungs ran out of air, his scream turning into a wheeze before finally dying out.
He breathed in, preparing to continue, when he noticed he wasn't falling anymore. It was hot, though, but he didn't seem to be on fire, and that was definitely solid ground he felt under his feet...
"I honestly hope you got all of your screaming done. That almost broke my audio-systems."
He was alive? But he thought GLaDOS had decided to kill him. Not that he was upset at not being burnt alive, or melted, or whatever happened at people in incinerators. But it was nice to know where things were heading. He straightened out, taking in his surroundings.
PossibilityCave Johnson was a genius.Possibility3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
No one ever said it but this was one of the immutable facts of Aperture. Without him Aperture would be nothing, he had raised it from the dust, from a seller of shower curtains to the producers of some of the greatest innovations man had ever known. If Cave Johnson was god then these where his miracles, and on his desk lay proof of the greatest miracle of all.
"Are you saying this thing works?"
"Were still trying to find out how, but we think so, yes."
"What do we know?"
"It was reported by a test subject for unusual behaviour. Not firing it's paint slugs during testing and attempting to communicate.
"What does this have to do with project oracle?" Said Cave, cocking his head.
"When we took it in for inspection our scans showed strange syntho-neural activity. Almost all of its synapses were firing constantly, without stimulus, but with no damage to the main frame. When an engineer went to, eherm, manually access the mainframe when apparently the turrets voice
REDACTEDGLaDOS watched the lift rise into the ceiling. She thought of Chell's reaction when the turrets would meet her a few floors up. She would probably look terrified and angry until they began to sing. Then she would most likely look relieved and annoyed. If the giant AI could smile, she would have.REDACTED4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
She waited in silence, only the vague sound of the turrets serenade echoed through the metal facility. After a few seconds, GLaDOS switched on a security camera on the exit. It was an outdated, unused, old thing. She never thought she would use it again. It gave a fuzzy image as the exit door swung open with a loud hiss. Cautiously, Chell emerged. She had her back to the camera, so GLaDOS was unable to see her face. The former test subject cringed in the sunlight, shyly beginning to look around. GLaDOS slammed the exit shut, startling Chell. The woman stared at the door for a moment, allowing GLaDOS to see her face. What was that she saw? She had a strange expression on her face. It was crumple
Spacosity FanficSpacosity Fanfic4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Curiousity sat outside, looked up at the stars, and sighed. She knew well in her heart that Space was looking for a way to go back to Earth. "I wonder what he's thinking abfout right now." Curiousity said to herself. "I wonder if he misses me as much as I miss him. Will he find a way to come home? Will he be okay if he abandons his dream?" She couldn't stop asking questions, but she knew that none of them would be answered, because there was no one else outside with her. All the others had gone and asked GLaDOS for a room for each of them. None of them liked sleeping in bunk beds in the same small room.
Space was exploring through space, like he had always wanted. "WOW! IT'S EVEN BIGGER THAN I COULD HAVE EVER IMAGINED!" He then stopped, and looked down at the blue sphere called Earth. "Wow, it looks so pretty." He then remembered Curiosity. How she was the only person who was nice to him, who said that he could go to space, if he tried and wished hard enough. "Wanna go home, to much sp
Hell or High Water Ch. 8She ran, eyes downcast, arm outstretched, watching the wavering little arrow at her wrist and following wherever it directed. This end of the city had changed drastically since she'd last visited. A large number of streets had been blocked off with huge walls of crystal-metal Combine material, forcing Chell to maneuver through a labyrinth of alleyways and narrow passages.Hell or High Water Ch. 84 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
At the helm, so to speak, was Orion, somehow blessed with the ability to guide her around the blocked areas and potential ambushes. The radio call of the Metrocops gave away their locations, not that Orion had allowed her to run into many of them. The explosion Orion had rigged certainly attracted a lot of attention, and most police forces were currently too focused on that to bother with any wandering soul.
Chell relaxed a little, slowing her pace as she began to recognize the areas around her. For the first few weeks of her detainment in City 04, she'd spent a great deal of time in this area, spending almost every w
Portal 2 - Please Hang UpAbandoned. Not wanted.Portal 2 - Please Hang Up3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She is not stupid; they are hints. In GLaDOS tongue, that means she should miss them.
So she explores the shadows of that past she never thinks of, just to realise that deep down, in the tangle of her feelings, nothing responds to anything like this.
There is just silence and willingness to go on – no matter where, just on, until it ends.
Chell treads on the fallen confetti, uncaring, with the pace of a puzzle-solving machine. She can almost picture GLaDOS up there, hidden on the other side, most likely disappointed with her unexpected lack of misery.
She loves it when the computer shows her true nature, so much smaller than her own boundless ego believes. She is an open book to her – she plays with her plot lines and finds the words, clearer than the neon lights, all written in her grumpy silences.
She portals to the other side of the room, trying to find a reflection of those faces in the acid smokes. As she suspected, her mind is a blan
The Part Where He...It was a simple trap, yet brilliant in that simplicity: set up a series of aerial faith plates to catapult that wretched little girl and her stupid vegetable companion into a funnel, that would lead to a panel that would send them to a platform right in the middle of several spike-plates. Wheatley smirked proudly as he looked over his trap again, she would never see it coming. No matter how good a jumper she was that did bugger all if there wasn't any nearby ledges or portal surfaces to jump to.The Part Where He...4 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was a shame really, Chell was such a good test subject. Or at least she was. Now that she had found out a way to stop giving Wheatley the solution euphoria he so desperately longed to feel, she was entirely useless to him. Those tests were fun, but he needed to feel that euphoria. He would get that sensation again soon enough, because Chell would be dead and those two little robots were going to run his tests; and if that didn't work out he was confident he could ge
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
Portal 2 - MoneyPortal 2 - Money1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
To the eyes of the people out there, Aperture’s story was one like any other.
When they joined the market as a shining new star, made of promises, of innovations and future, nothing diverged from the path all companies take — especially that kind of company, the kind with important words in their schedule and the power of lighting fires in their consumers’ hearts.
There were, as always, the believers to their new creed, and the flocks of malevolent tongues; there were those who mostly watched in silence, shaking their heads, and let the same old suspect dominate them.
In the end, they thought, there was just one thing companies like Aperture ever looked for.
They didn’t have to wait for long. As soon as time weighed its first trials on the shoulders of Aperture, all things seemed to go the way they had predicted.
The first declaration about wheelchairs, with the embarrassed silence that welcomed it, hit mr. Johnson’s image harder than he could imagine; and