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.”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 - Ch'ella stimaMore 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