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Aperture Plasmids Ch 2With the hiss of the steam pistons and the grind of gears, the door before Chell and the mechanical shell containing Wheatley's consciousness receded into the floor and the lights of the Aperture Lab slowly flickered to life. Hesitantly, she stepped inside and looked over the sterile environment. Like her room, she could tell it had fallen to misuse and the papers scattered everywhere and overturned equipment would hint that the scientists had left in quite a hurry. Long abandoned rows of test tubes, enough of them were broken on the floor to make her thankful for the boots she wore. Wheatley slid along his track and approached what appeared to be a vending machine.
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"Ah, good, here it is," he sighed in relief, looking back over toward Chell. "I was worried for a moment that they'd carried off all this stuff when the other scientists made a run for it. Guess they didn't bother, which is great for us!"
Chell wandered over, narrowing her eyes at the machine. It was cheerfully painted oran