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Portal 2 - More ScienceShe tries harder every day.
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Her internal clock gives a start to her mornings with a drizzle of orders, soft and systematic; they join the buzz of the neon lights, flooding the circuitry of each tier.
She lets them out, one by one, until the slow awakening turns into activity — the machines obey in a slow crescendo, a tune unchanged for years, to fulfill a ritual as unnecessary as it is needed.
She gives a timing to her world outside. It is a way, a resource, to silence the error she cannot correct in herself. It makes things a little less heavy, if not better at all.
For yes, her voice still takes her by surprise, when her plans flow too well to distract her — her echo, her sad song, springs from the back of her memory. With her and her grief, Aperture comes to a halt.
She needs a pensive pause; then, again, it starts over.
BIRTHDAYOf all concoctions alcoholical
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I know, but one that's diabolical
I simply thrive on old Champagne and sparkling Burgandy
Whiskey, Cointreau, Moselle
Or Eau de Vie are just like tea
But, vodka, dont give me vodka,
For when i take a little drink
I forget to think
What a little drink can do to me
Vodka, dont give me vodka,
For when i take a little nip, I begin to slip
And I start romancing with the woman that I am dancing with
For vodka, makes me feel oddka
I go and grab a five foot two, anyone will do
If she's only wise enough to see
I'll not scream should she kiss me
Couldnt if I would, wouldnt if I could
Vodka, you ruin me.