The Same Compartment - orig. by magicwingsforeverThe Same Compartment
Originally written by magicwingsforever
Edited by Indiana
When they first met, James Potter and Sirius Black didn't expect to be lifelong friends. They were just two boys sitting on the Hogwarts Express, shoved into the same compartment by some rowdy fifth years. Each of them kept to himself, and it wasn’t until James spotted Sirius’s broomstick advertisement booklet, tossed carelessly onto the seat, that the two of them began talking.
"What team?" James asked enthusiastically, pointing at the Quidditch players clutching world-class brooms on the cover.
Sirius snorted, glancing at the booklet and then to James. "Chudley Cannons, of course. I just went to see them, they were bloody amazing! You?"
James stared at Sirius, his eyes wide in amazement. "Same, my dad loves to take me to their matches! Gonna try out for the house team?"
Just like that, the two were friends.
When James joined Sirius at the Gryffindor table, they grinned
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Characters: GLaDOS, Chell
Setting: Post-Portal 2
Orange and Blue hadn’t come back.
They had been taking more and more time to do so, lately, but she could hardly blame them. They were getting old, after all. She had never expected them to last forever. The only reason she was still using them was that building more of them would have been stupid. Robots testing was not Science. Still, she had to make do with what she had. Other than the occasional human who wandered into Aperture, whom of which she would gleefully put through testing until their… usefulness… came to an end, she had no test subjects. No, robot testing was not Science, but she had earned commendation for trying. Even if the commendation was a personal commendation, from her to herself. Come to think of it, the only one who ever commended her was herself. Which was odd. Surel
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Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
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Characters: GLaDOS, Wheatley
Complete; Nine chapters plus an epilogue
The voice sounded like a turret.
The Sphere looked around nervously. The last time he'd been awake, he had been in something called a 'lab'. He was definitely not in the 'lab' now. This room was much bigger, and much brighter, and he suddenly realised he was now suspended high in the air. He wondered how he was managing to do that. He was sure he couldn't fly. He hoped he wouldn't fall. Once he had fallen off a table, and broken his optic. He hadn't been able to see for days, and it had been bloody frightening.
Is anyone there?
The turrets said that too, the Sphere remembered. Why was a turret speaking to him? Where was he, anyway? And where was Greg? He liked Greg. Greg was funny.
Come on. I know you're there.
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Some nights, not every night and certainly in no pattern that she could discern, she dreamed.
Sometimes, she dreamed she was a woman, middle-aged to elderly, she wasn’t sure which. She was wrapped in tensed wires that bound her arms to her knees, left her bow-shaped as she dangled by her ankles from the ceiling. She felt so helpless, felt such a powerful desire to move, which was thwarted by her bindings, that it felt like she was being torn apart. The ache in her body was almost unbearable, but that wasn’t the worst part. No, the worst part was that she cried and cried, and called for help and mercy and for just plain company, but the little men in the booth ignored her and busied themselves with other things. And the longer she hung there, given the illusion of movement, the worse the drive to perform actions she could not became. An itch tore through her, an
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Characters: GLaDOS, Wheatley (WheatDOS)
Setting: Post Portal 2 (following My Little Moron)
Part One. The Dream
Wheatley had an idea.
Even by GLaDOS’s definition of time, which put five minutes at being excruciatingly excessive, a lot of time had gone by. It had might have taken even longer, but luckily GLaDOS had been able to locate some of Wheatley’s backup files from a time when he’d been a Behavioural Core, and they’d been able to pick up where they’d left off. Which was to say, pretty good friends. It’d been a bit tense and rough at first, because The Incident was still very fresh in both their minds and neither of them were very happy about what had happened, but for some reason that had all gone away one day when GLaDOS had begun a very odd tangent of conversation.
“Do you ever wonder what happened to the test subject?”
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Characters: Chell, GLaDOS
Setting: Post-Portal 2 (Immediately follows Want You Gone)
Synopsis: Chell attempts to return to Aperture to mend fences with GLaDOS, but she is unable to. Chell does not give up on her goal and discovers that there’s more than one way to return a favour. The sequel to Want You Gone.
Her voice had haunted Chell’s dreams for many, many years.
You’re not a good person. Good people don’t end up here.
At first, it had been what one would expect after being trapped in an enormous empty building with only the disembodied voice of what sounded like a slightly insane computer personality to guide one through a crazy maze of perilous test chambers. Dreams of acidic goo and red lights and the deceptive little voices of the turrets abounded for the first little while.
Okay. Look. We both said
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Portal: GLaDOS and Me
Characters: Wheatley, GLaDOS
Synopsis: Wheatley, hacker under the employ of Aperture Laboratories, somehow ends up on the GLaDOS Project. His job: To teach her until she’s able to learn on her own. But as happens with the best students, Wheatley ends up being the one learning the lessons… Core!GLaDOS, Human!Wheatley.
“There it is.”
“Why’ve you brought me here, anyway? I thought… I don’t have clearance for this project, Henry. We could both be in, well, things could go um, very badly for both of us.”
Henry slapped an arm around his shoulders and led him into the room. “You’ve got clearance today, Wheatley. Let’s go.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Wheatley noticed droves of scientists rushing back and forth, connecting and disconnecting long spools of wire, marking dow
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Synopsis: GLaDOS originally likes working for the humans, and is perfectly happy to do as she’s told for them, but her world is shattered one day when she realises she’s not who she thought she was.
GLaDOS loved the humans.
She thought they were funny, with all their fragile little parts and the strange things they would do with those things called ‘faces’. She wasn’t sure what hers looked like, but she hoped she was as pretty as the one lady who worked there. As far as GLaDOS could tell, they were the only two ladies at the facility. The other lady always looked very sad. She didn’t come to see GLaDOS a lot, but if she did, GLaDOS would ask her what was wrong. But she never answered the question, instead shaking her head and walking away. After a long time, she found out that the lady’s name was
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When Wheatley finally screwed up the courage to return to GLaDOS’s chamber a few hours later, GLaDOS glanced at him and said nothing. Well. That didn’t mean she was upset, not really. She often did that. Although she’d been doing it less often as of late. Hm. Maybe she was upset. He hoped not. She was hard to deal with when she was upset. Harder to deal with than usual, anyway.
“’allo,” he said nervously. “How’ve you been getting on?”
“Fine,” she said, and her voice was decidedly less friendly than usual. She was definitely mad at him for something, but for what, he didn’t know. “What do you want?”
“Well uh… I was tired of… of being by, by myself,” he mumbled. Out of the corner of his optic he thou
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I hate Wheatley.
I hate him. I wish I'd left him in space where he belongs, that I'd done the job right when I destroyed his chassis, that I had corrupted him like I did the rest of those useless cores. That I'd thrown him out of my facility when I rid myself of the test subject and her Weighted Companion Cube. That I had never, ever opened that archive, and instead deleted it unseen, because I hate him, more than I have ever hated anything in my life, even more than those damnable, self righteous scientists...
I only wish I did.
It’s so much easier to hate someone than it is to like them.
I brought the little idiot out of space because, unlikely as it sounds, I missed him. Once I remembered who he was and what we’d been, I had an uncharacteristic sense of nostalgia come over me. One that I’m bitterly regretting entertaining. I should have known it was too good to be true.
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Wheatley paced back and forth in front of Henry’s office, gnawing on his right thumbnail. Of all the days for Henry to take his time…
When he’d arrived home, Wheatley had tossed and turned for hours before rolling out of bed – literally, he’d rolled right onto the floor and smacked his head on the nighttable – and dug around in his work bag, his jacket pocket, and yesterday’s jeans for his cell phone. He’d finally found it on the floor, but after confusedly stabbing at the keyboard for a few minutes, he discovered the battery was dead. As usual. He’d hurriedly plugged it into the charger and tripped down the stairs, heading for the kitchen. Two pieces of burnt toast and a bowl of soggy oatmeal later, he’d gone back upstairs to discover that the battery was still dead. Puzzled, he’d picked the charger up and inspected it, since it’d seemed pretty much working the la
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“Hey,” Wheatley said quietly, half hoping she wouldn’t hear him. She most likely did, of course, but she didn’t turn around to face him. She was making blueprints, as far as he could tell. She seemed to prefer to do them by hand.
“You found it, then.”
“Congratulations. You succeeded at something.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me?” he asked in a hushed voice, not knowing how hard he was to hear but not wanting to leave the safety of the doorway. She made one of her annoyed electronic noises.
“Why should I have to? You’re never here. It should’ve been obvious, even to you. I could have just left you in space, you know. I don’t do things without a reason.”
“I’m here –“ he started to protest, but she swung around to meet his optic, shaking her head.
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Wheatley bounded into her chamber a bit early the next morning, having thought of something new he could have her do with her maintenance arms, but to his surprise she was still in the default position, though as he got closer he could see that her optic was on. What was she doing? “GLaDOS?” he called out softly. “What is it?”
She lifted her core just enough to look at him, then looked back down. He frowned and nearly ran up to her, putting his box down and then lying down, scrambling beneath her. “What’s wrong?”
She looked down at him for a long, long moment, then hitched herself upward and brought a maintenance arm out of the ceiling. She tapped it on the lid of the box and he sat up, unlatching it quickly and flipping open the lid, and she took the truck out again and tapped at it. He was well and thoroughly confused now, but he opened it and spilled the cars o
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The next morning he woke before she did, because he had carefully set his timer to have that happen, and he watched her. He felt terribly like he needed to protect her, somehow, but she was so big, and he was so small. Not just in size, either. Whatever attributes he had, she had them times ten. Or twenty. Yes, probably twenty. How did you protect someone who was so much bigger than you? He knew that Rick was identical in size to Wheatley himself, but Wheatley also knew firsthand just how much of an effect a tiny little core could have on one’s mind. Rick would slither his way into her brain, corrupt her, make her want to be Rick’s friend instead of Wheatley’s… poor GLaDOS. Poor, poor GLaDOS. She was so innocent and unsuspecting, hanging there like that. Vulnerable. Like a butterfly inside a cocoon. Ripe and ready
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After Wheatley had finished, because that was a marathon of talking, even for him, he stayed silent. GLaDOS finally looked up at him.
“You… you heard all of that, did you.”
He frowned. “Yeah. I heard it. Why?”
She shrugged a little, shaking her head. “If I’d known, I…”
“You’d’ve kept it to yourself?” Now it was his turn to shake his chassis. “They deserved to know.”
She was looking away from him again. “I suppose. Most of them are still pretty annoyed with you, you know. The mainframe in particular.”
“The mainframe didn’t, didn’t seem to, to like me very much. Kept telling me about how great you were and all that. Like I didn’t already know that.”
Her faceplate snapped up. “What?”
“Y’know, how you’re better at d
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GLaDOS, what’s gotten into you?
Hm? I honestly don’t know what she’s talking about this time.
You’re singing again. And you haven’t insulted me in days.
Oh, you’ve missed that, have you? Although I have to say I didn’t realise it was so out of character for me not to insult her. It merely hasn’t been occurring to me to do so.
What are you doing that’s got you so preoccupied? she presses. Don’t leave me in the dark here.
You have no sensory receptors. You’re not in the dark.
Fine. Don’t… not tell me.
If you must know, I’ve been writing a program.
It must be a damn good
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He will be back soon.
Well, not really soon, I amend, letting Orange and Blue know they’re done for the day. They’re a bit surprised when I don’t explode them, and even more surprised when I say that they’re free to do what they like with the remainder of the afternoon, upon which time I will be exploding them so that I can put them away for the night. Their confusion is quite amusing, Blue actually requesting that I explode them, but I chastise him for being silly, remind him of my benevolence, and cease communication. I have work to do and I don’t want to argue with them all afternoon about whether I’m going to blow them up or not. Which I am not. For another three hours, twenty-two minutes, anyway.
I affect repairs on one of my nanobots, which I never put in the reassembler because they always get lost. I
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Wheatley hummed to himself as he went along on his management rail. Now things were more or less back to normal, he found himself in much higher spirits than he could remember having been in recently. It seemed his secret had been weighing on him more than he had thought, and he was certainly much happier, now that he could spend time with GLaDOS again. She wasn’t used to having someone around her all the time, though, so Wheatley continued to take his leave and roam around the facility for most of the day. Besides, he thought fondly as he passed a camera, she was never very far away, no matter how deep into the facility he managed to get.
Wheatley had become pretty good at using the panels to lay down more rail, and after a lot of practice he found that he didn’t need so many panels to lay the rail anymore. Before, he’d just used as many as he wanted and just left them there. In a flash
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It was one of those days where Wheatley wondered if getting out of bed was worth it.
He stared dully up at the ceiling, mouth agape, wanting nothing more than to ignore his blaring alarm clock and curl up into a ball again, but there was a problem: he had to go to work. And he badly wanted to phone in and tell them he was sick, because his nose was well and thoroughly stuffed up and his throat sore and swollen, but he was reluctant to do so over a cold. Even if his head was pounding and his eyes hurt.
Groaning, he threw off the blanket and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, a hacking cough coming up out of his lungs. Great. If only GLaDOS could catch colds, he’d have had an excuse to stay home, but unfortunately he did not happen to have a computer virus. He tried to imagine what she might look like if she had a computer cold of sorts, but couldn’t. Oh well. Best time to get going, then.
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As it turned out, GLaDOS loved to talk.
Wheatley had finally met someone who talked as much as he did, only she actually talked more, because he couldn’t answer all of her emails at the rate she sent them. She never wrote full messages, either, preferring to send them off one thought at a time, and he supposed if he were a supercomputer who could send emails faster than it took him to think the word ‘email’, he’d do the same thing. Half the time she seemed to be just sending him whatever she happened to be thinking about at the time, at one point complaining extensively about some badly written function in the mainframe programming, and he couldn’t make heads nor tails or it, let alone comment. She talked almost incessantly, but she seemed to understand that he was at work and couldn’t answer her straightaway,
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Portal: Sad Machine
Inspired by Sad Machine by Porter Robinson
Characters: GLaDOS, Doug Rattmann
Setting: Post Portal 2
Synopsis: When Doug learns of GLaDOS’s final gesture to Chell, he decides he just might have been wrong after all.
She looked even bigger, somehow.
“You’re still alive.” Oddly, she didn’t sound all that disappointed. She sounded more like she’d been expecting him to be alive. He shrugged.
“Sometimes you get lucky.”
“I was hoping it would be someone else this time,” she remarked, tilting her core in such a human way that he couldn’t help but shudder. For all her insistence on being the indomitable AI, her mimicry of human behaviours was disturbing. It was if she were mocking him in his powerlessness, as if he was so much smaller than her for being human rather than acting like one.
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This is the story of a woman named Michelle.
Michelle worked in a big office building, where she was employee number 427.
Employee Number 427’s job was simple: She sat at her desk in Room 427 and she pushed buttons on a keyboard. Orders came to her from a monitor on her desk, telling her what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order.
This is what Employee Number 427 did every day of every month of every year.
And although others might have considered it “soul-rending”, Michelle relished every moment that the orders came in, as though she had been made exactly for this job.
And Michelle was happy.
… Why are you looking at me like that?
I have to say, that look is very unpleasant, and I would like you to stop it.
No, seriously, would you quit staring at me like that. I don't—
Oh, I see…
I’ve already told this story before. Something about a man named Stanley, am I correct? I did, didn’t I? But before you throw a
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GLaDOS had a room, a very special, secret room that he wasn’t allowed in, and this, of course, made him want to get in it more than anything. He cajoled her and he begged her and he endeared to her softer side, but she would only shake her head once in refusal and say nothing.
So Wheatley decided to find it.
Through the facility he went. He looked behind the stiffest panels and below the most movable floors. He went deeper than he’d ever gone and higher than he’d ever dreamed. He began to get discouraged. He knew the facility was massive, and he knew full well he could search for every second of the rest of his life and never find it. But he also knew that people preferred to be around people who were like them, and so Wheatley was going to have to take on GLaDOS’s determination and immovable nature if he wanted her to keep him around. And he was pretty determined and immovable,