Portal 2: Human EmotionWheatley had been told many things when he'd first been brought online.Portal 2: Human Emotion5 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
Loathing You - Part 4"Wait!" he protested as she rushed out of the infirmary. "Wait for me!" But she didn't slow down, instead quickening her pace. She didn't have time to deal with the little idiot right now, even if his help might be required later. His bare feet slapped against the ground as he tried to catch up with her. "Wait, waitoh, never mindcan you at least tell me what your plan is? Where are we going?"Loathing You - Part 44 years ago in Drama More Like This
"The core transfer receptacle," she explained, not bothering to hide her impatience. "We need to find a temporary replacement for me. One who isn't corrupt, and one who will be able to handle the critical functions of my facility. There's only one core we can use."
"Therethere are cores like that?" The puzzlement in his voice was evident. "Or one core, rather? But, but I thought, I thought that after none of us helped, that they gave up because nothing was working"
"You thought wrong," GLaDOS snapped. "As usual. There is one, and it isn't corrupt, just annoying. It n
Portal 100 Themes 31-3531. NumbersPortal 100 Themes 31-355 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Chell took in a breath as she explored the offices in Aperture. After almost being baked back there, she'd made it into the behind-the-scenes part of the lab, with the computerized voice taunting her every so often.
The girl was nervous about her whole ordeal, but didn't show it as she noticed a specific computer was turned on. There were a bunch of numbers on it that Chell couldn't understand at first glance.
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Portal 100 Themes 36-4036. DancingPortal 100 Themes 36-405 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Chell tinkered with a few more wires on the radio she'd found before it came to life, it's screen illuminated with numbers.
"You got it working." Wheatley 'blinked', impressed. "U-Uh, I mean, I-I could have done the same thing That's not that bloody impressive--ah, for a human, it's very impressive--AGH, THAT CAME OUT WRONG!"
Chell cracked a smile, patting the awkward core while adjusting the dial with a free hand. A pang hit her chest when she came across a very familiar song about exile and she shifted to the next frequency that actually still worked.
"Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something."
Chell knew this song. It was probably as old (if not older) than her. Wheatley's optic shifted to show interest, noting this song was much better than that stuffy classical music.
The former test subject picked him up, swaying slightly to the beat of the music.
Portal 100 Themes 16-2016. Run FreePortal 100 Themes 16-205 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Chell was surprised it wasn't a trap and GLaDOS had kept her word on letting her go. Plus she was now reunited with her faithful companion cube. She was free
The first thing Chell had come to mind when her brain had finally wrapped itself around the idea was to remove the damned boots. She hadn't seen her toes in a long time and was reminded of when she had those braces that were attached to her.
All that remained of them now were the little ports in her legs that were melded to her bones with slight scars around the foreign objects. Besides the remains of the Aperture technology embedded in her legs, Chell was truly free.
She grinned as she ran through the wheat field barefoot, the feeling of the sun-soaked soil against the soles of her feet a welcome change to Aperture's cold plating.
In the first time in what seemed like forever, Chell's voice surfaced. "I'M FREE!", she shouted at the sky, as if the words would reach past th
Portal 100 Themes 6-106. New LovePortal 100 Themes 6-105 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Chell thought that after the death of her companion cube, she would never grow attached to an object again. Nothing could replace the adorable construct adorn in hearts that had cheered her up during testing, her only friend in the time she'd been trapped in Aperture. GLaDOS was obviously not friendly and Chell thought it was wise not to trust something that was sentient (Besides the cube) in the enrichment center anymore.
But she had. An affection even stronger than the one she'd had for the cube (One she begrudgingly admitted) had taken over her. He was so obviously not the sharpest crayon in the box, but he seemed sincere in his attempts to get them both out of the godforsaken place where anything 'for science' was moral.
As they moved on to try and disable Her weapons, Chell gave a genuine small smile for the first time in years at Wheatley's chit chat, only slightly bothered by ev
Portal 100 Themes 41-4541. Sealed in BloodPortal 100 Themes 41-454 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
There was blood everywhere. He was drowning in his own blood and the pain radiating from his leg felt like someone had stabbed him with a hot poker.
He cussed at the turret that hit him and cussed for not realizing that his companion cube was the reason he was still alive at times; it made the better decisions for him.
Blood from his legs, blood from his arms, blood from his mouth, blood from his eyes, blood, blood, blood, bloodbloodbloodbloodblood
And then Doug Rattmann woke up, his faithful cube beside him. It was just a nightmare.
The only blood now was the dried pool around his shot leg, reminding him what he had to do.
GLaDOS hummed to herself as she tested her new test subjects. Some were cleverer and some were faster than Chell [Redacted] had been. Her results were better than ever from these new tests, yet something felt amiss.
Nobody had once tried to resist her, to over throw her, or murder he
Wheatley's SongWhen Chell entered the next test chamber, the classical music was gone, having been replaced by some sort of a strange, off-key humming noise. She looked around, trying to figure out where it was coming from, but GLaDOS noticed before she had a chance to.Wheatley's Song5 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Oh, what is that? It sounds horrible. Not that we aren't grateful that you've turned off that classical music, but what is that?"
"Oh, this?" Wheatley spoke up from his screen, sounding proud. "Well, I'm glad you noticed! It's just a little tune that I picked up well, wrote, actually, wrote is more like it. See, not only am I reading Machiavelli now, I'm also writing songs, writing my own songs. To sing. To you, actually! Since you're the only ones here anyway, would you like to hear it? Maybe I could even make it part of the test chamber. Oh, that's brilliant. Bloody brilliant, actually. Ah, how do I do that? Could you teach me?"
"No," GLaDOS grumbled.
"Oh, you don't know how?" he asked, his voice taking on a
HumanityOf all the times I've sat alone, watching the world take its path through life... I've always wondered if we are just like it, choosing to go on a journey that is not of our choosing? We fight for the ability to go our way and be free, but are we really? Are we really truly free? Confined by the laws and regulations that tell us who we can and cannot be... Driven by morals established by men who are so long gone, and detached from our society, how can they hope to understand? The struggles are the same but the people are different. The rules haven't changed but the game is not the same. How can we be so blind as to our own imprisonment? How can we live a lie and believe it to be truth? I see there is only one answer in this. We are not living a lie. We are the product of lies. We are the truth covered by the lies. We are the tools of others agendas. Not because we are blind. Because we choose to be.Humanity3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Help MeIt has only been a month since Chell was released from Aperture, and for some inexplicable reason she often finds herself missing it. She has a normal life now, or what passes for one, with friends and a job and her own apartment. It’s a small apartment, with just one bedroom, and her only company at night is her Companion Cube. She likes to talk to it, even though it doesn’t talk back, and the thought never crosses her mind that someone might be listening.Help Me5 years ago in Humor More Like This
But of course someone is. Someone who always has been, and someone who always will be.
“And I also don’t think that guy had any right to treat Sandra that way,” Chell says, continuing to hand-wash her dinner dishes as she does so. “But of course he’s a customer, so he’s always right and all that shit, and we really couldn’t do anything about it.” She sighs as she finishes up, then turns to look at the cube, which is sitting on the sofa. Giving it a smile, she come
Cookie Dough“And what is that?”Cookie Dough4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chell glanced down at the foil rectangle in her hand. “It’s a valentine.” She held it up so GLaDOS could see. “It came with a lollipop attached, but I know you can’t eat, so I took it out.”
“And proceeded to eat it yourself, no doubt,” the AI sniffed. “I know what it is. I just fail to see why you have brought it here. My databases indicate that valentines such as these are typically exchanged by human children. Now, I realize you are not a child, but if you have received this…thing…from a human male of your species and are attempting to show it off, then let me assure you that I am not impressed.”
Chell sighed. “No, GLaDOS. I brought it for – never mind.” She shoved it back into her pocket. “It was a stupid idea anyway.”
“I hope you weren’t about to say that you brought it for
Portal - Wheatley PoemI despise you.Portal - Wheatley Poem5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I even want to kill you.
I belived you tricked me,
used me up and left me at my greatest moment.
You only wanted to escape.
You never wanted to be my friend.
But in the end,
when we were being sucked into space,
when I was screaming at you,
demanding not to let me go.
You only stared. Silent.
Only now do I see the look in your eyes.
They were full of hurt and sadness.
You never meant harm.
Pride and confusion got the best of me.
You were my friend. And I was yours too.
Found that you were all I had.
Then I realized that you never left me
I left you,
became a monster inside.
And I regret that.
Because once we were both there for each other,
then I seperated myself from you by hatred,
then by walls,
then by space itself.
And there's just no way of getting back to you.
Now all I want to let you know is . . .
. . . I'm sorry, love.
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
Portal: Sleep ModeSleep ModePortal: Sleep Mode3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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
Jealous“The cube does not love you, you know. All Aperture technologies are completely incapable of emotions such as love.” GLaDOS’s tone of voice could only be described as bitter.Jealous4 years ago in Humor More Like This
At that, Chell looked up to see the AI’s narrowed yellow optic. She’d been washing the soot off of the Companion Cube she’d brought with her, and this was the first time GLaDOS had spoken to her since she’d arrived. “What?”
“I know you are not deaf,” the AI replied.
“Yeah, I heard you,” Chell said. “And I know the cube doesn’t love me. But I love it.” Wrapping her arms around it, she gave it an affectionate pat, never taking her eyes off the AI, whose optic narrowed even more.
When GLaDOS didn’t respond, Chell let go of the cube with a shrug and picked up the wet rag she was using to clean it. She’d intended to go back to washing it, but all of a sudden, a claw extended from the ceiling and
Catch MeIt had been a few months since GLaDOS had let Chell and Wheatley leave the Enrichment Center. After Chell had opened the portal to the moon, she had refused to let go of Wheatley, and GLaDOS had finally just pulled them both back in under the condition that Chell "get the moron out of here."Catch Me5 years ago in Humor More Like This
So she had. She had taken Wheatley back to her apartment—first she'd had to get an apartment, and that hadn't been easy given her lack of credentials, but she'd managed—and it had taken him a long while, but at last he'd stopped apologizing for what he'd done.
"All right!" he enthused. "Now that you've forgiven me, it's time for me to forgive you!"
Chell had raised her eyebrows at that. "Forgive me for what? For saving your life? Don't make me regret that."
"No no no no no," he said quickly. "For not catching me!"
She snorted. "Oh. Are you still going on about that? I did my best!" And there was a slight catch in her voice that betrayed her thoughts, betray
Cara MiaThe door to Aperture creaked open as Chell approached it, carrying her newborn baby in her arms. Once inside, she stepped into the elevator, which closed and began to move downwards. She didn't say a single word, and neither did GLaDOSnot until she reached her chamber, at any rate.Cara Mia5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Well," the AI said dryly. "It seems that you have lost weight. Oh no, wait, you haven't lost it, there it is in your arms."
Chell smiled, first at GLaDOS and then at the baby. "I'm sorry I couldn't bring her here earlier."
"What on earth made you think I would want to meet your child?" the computer asked, distaste in her voice, but the fact that she leaned over to examine the baby said otherwise. Chell tilted the blanket the child was wrapped in so GLaDOS could see her better. The child's large greenish-grey eyes stared up at the computer, and a small hand struggled against the blanket, like she was trying to break it free to touch her cool metal casings. "She has your eyes. And your fearlessness, whi
Do Not PressWhen Chell entered the next test chamber, she looked around in confusion. The only object inside was a red button of the sort that was pressed by hand rather than by a cube, but it was significantly larger than the normal ones. She wondered if that was relevant in any fashion. It probably wasn’t.Do Not Press4 years ago in Humor More Like This
She hefted the portal gun to one arm as she approached it, reaching out for the button with her now free hand.
The intercom clicked on. “Do not press.”
Chell hesitated and glanced around the room for another option. She didn’t see one, so she braced herself and pressed the button.
“…You pressed it,” the AI said, sounding rather put out. “Okay, lunatic, press it again. Yes, like that. One more time. Again. Do it.”
As far as the human could see, nothing was happening, but this was the most GLaDOS had spoken to her since she’d thrown her back into testing, so she pressed it again.
There was a tired sigh.
Portal - KnellsPortal - Knells4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Process 100% complete. Ready. Awakening.
It is bound to be a good day. The brand-new testing sequence is tough, but today's subject seems to be particularly bright the woman in the Relaxation Vault stands up quickly, ready and confident. No signs of anger in her, but much intelligence, and the typical glance of a very hard-working one.
Nothing too out of the ordinary; they will just end faster than usual. And after all with the lasers, the green smoking pits, the abysses what harm could a test-subject do?
I see you.
It must be the twelfth day of sleeping in the same corner. In the red shower from behind, the pink heart is barely visible. It is about time for them to move.
He lifts his friend and spies from his concrete doorway. He sees nothing but the cubes he is leaning on. There is nobody for him; just glowing darkness, and a lot of black emptiness beyond.
He shivers and curls back on the floor, opening a new can of beans. He wishes h
Portal 2 - Ch'ella stimaPortal 2 - Ch'ella stima4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"So, the lunatic is dead and gone. Well, not yet maybe. At least she is not here, and killing her is none of my business anymore. This is a relief for everyone.
I'd say we have sung enough. I don't know what gets me to sing every time she tries to destroy the facility. It must be some old Aperture processor I'll burn it down as soon as I locate it.
Good performance, by the way. But, honestly, tell me; did your little orchestra really have to arrange such a majestic farewell for her? Oh, no no no, you cannot say it was my idea. Itcame from some glitched part of the system. Apparently, that moron made a perfect mess out of the piece of perfection my chassis is. Well, was.
Also, as a turret, you are not authorized to tell lies about me. I can't even imagine feeling admiration for a shameless murderer. I'd like to know what on earth made you sing those lines don't start telling me I am wrong, I heard you, and my translation system cannot fai
Portal 2 - Sixty YearsPortal 2 - Sixty Years4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Today you allow yourself a second's break. In that brief instant, you find that one year has flown away like nothing.
Most of the time, you can afford the bliss of forgetting. Drowned in thousands of figures and testing results, your mind is seldom left to roam freely.
Still, you happen to remember now and then. When your mind is free, when science does not calm your incessant urge for knowledge, the remotest parts of your brain – the most restrained, the most unwanted ones – awaken again.
Apparently, your mind has unconscious processes as well. So very human.
You swing in irritation. It is such an unpleasant occurrence – to take a break once in a month and to choose today, the worst of all possible days.
But how could you know? Since the departure of Aperture scientists from your life, you never consulted the calendar regularly. Never willing to remember, always struggling to go on –
'The Cake is a Lie' Ch. II'The Cake is a Lie' Ch. II4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Goodbye, My Only Friend. Oh, Did You Think I Meant You?
The room he entered was considerably larger than any that he had previously encountered, and, as he could have guessed from those encounters, was mostly white, excluding a red large red button on the floor, and a light grey exit door to the left of it. Before he took his first step into the chamber, a series of panels opened beneath his feet, creating a series of stairs leading down to the red button. He approached it slowly, and stepped on it, causing the computerized voice to chime in once again. "This is an Aperture Science Super-Colliding Super-Button. It is commonly used to open exit doors or do other tasks that will, hopefully, aid you in solving these kinds of remedial tasks." The exit door then opened, and stayed open after he walked off of the button. The test seemed almost too easy, but he took it that the difficulty would not remain constant. Taking the wonderfully non-difficult way out, he saw another elevator, and