GlaDOS wants to run some tests (![]() ![]() @ 2013-11-06 22:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, glados |
Oh. Too bad. You smashed your face.
Who: GlaDOS
What: Testing
When: Recently
Where: Deep underground
Status: complete
Rating: PG-13 for explosive panels
There were gaps in her memory banks. She couldn't remember how she'd ended up here, and there were gaps. She'd just thought that, hadn't she? Of course she had. She wasn't a moron. Not like her test subjects.
But there were gaps, and since she didn't dream, she didn't remember. Time ran together. A single second of time was an eternity for the AI. It wasn't so bad. She had tests to run. So many tests. The lab was equipped to the gills and she rapidly set aside the life she'd had before and the life she'd dreamed so often about and she tested. So what if some of the test subjects broke. Or died. Or were dismembered because they were incompetent.. She got to test and do pure science and that lonely little part of her was neglected and ignored.
"Oh. Too bad. You smashed your face. The Enrichment Center is not responsible for broken noses, dislocated teeth or death as a result of testing. [Subject Name Here]'s family will receive any compensation agreed upon in your contract." There was a pause. "You should have read the fine print. Moron. Thank you, and have a good day."
She sounded...bored. None of it was really the same. Not like it was with the mute lunatic. Now that had been a test subject. Stubborn and tenacious and she hadn't known the definition of the word failure. She'd even killed GlaDOS. Twice. That monster. If the AI had been capable of developing an infatuation, she would have. Except she wasn't. Because infatuations were for squishy bags of meat with the IQs of bacteria. It was impossible. She was a machine. And therefor perfect.
"Also, your weight was 15% above standard. No wonder you failed."
She sent off a report, and had the body disposed of in the incinerator, all the while she scoured the internet for her latest obsession (Birds smashing into windshields. Hah. Take that, you feathery abominations)! It was time to set up the test chamber again, there was a new gas scheduled for 1900. And these gases were fantastic.
It was nearly set up when one of the assistants (the annoying one who kept trying to 'interface' with her) went in to clean the test chamber. She triggered one of the explosive panels. Because today was a good day.
For science.