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GLaDOS and Digikids
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Apr 04, 2012 05:03PM
(late afternoon)
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"CRAP WHA-"I stumbled backwards, the new light nearly blinding me. I squinted, willing the lights to either become dimmer or my eyes to adjust faster.
[Lets just say the lights were reeealy dim before.
Wait, what do you mean by "late afternoon?" You ninja'd me there.]
(well, there's sunlight in the morning, noon, and late afternoon, she was using the ammount equivalent to a sunset)GLaDOS: Oh. Sorry. I figured sunlight might cheer you up. It has been proven to make humans more optimistic.
"Yeah, when it isn't blinding us!"I waited a minute for my eyes to adjust, then continued on.
"Sorry, you just scared me, that's all."
GLaDOS: No need to apologize. *dims the lights a bit*
I kept walking. "Just try to remember that my eyes don't adjust instantly like your optic does, 'kay?"
GLaDOS: I never forgot. So. Liz. What is your opinion on sports?
I mean, do you like them? dislike them? Have a favorite?
"I don't really care about sports that much. I suppose that could be because my parents never let me do much of that stuff, though."
"Why 'interesting?'" I put a finger on the wall of the hallway, feeling the smooth surfaces of the panels and the cracks between them as I walked along.
GLaDOS: Interesting that you have no preference in sport. Ususally everyone has some sort of favorite. *the panels change to multiple images of the universe, moving as if it were night*
"Huh. I never knew panels could do that."
"It's rather neat."I turned another corner absentmindedly and...
"I see you!"
...I turned around again so quickly you wouldn't even had time to say "Aperture" before I was back around that corner and out of the turret's sight.
"Where did you go?"
"Ah, I think I might have found one of those rogue turrets you were talking about..." I said, laughing nervously.
GLaDOS: I sense stress levels in your tone of voice. *the panel drops from under the turret and closes quickly, letting the turret fall into an abyss.*
"Turrets do tend to induce stress in us humans, especially when they're about to shoot us."I leaned back around the corner, feeling satisfaction at the lack of turrets attempting to shoot me.
"Panels... marvelous things."
I continued walking along."Have they ever malfunctioned before?"
GLaDOS: What? The panels? They have. It's a very rare occurrence.
(sorry for the lack of posts the last couple of days, had a hard time getting on the computer.)"I would ask just how rare but you would probably just tell me some weird percentage."
I noticed a place where the panels were missing to reveal a small catwalk going to what looked like an office. The panels hadn't quite been able to close because of the closeness of the catwalk to the rest of the hallway.
Curious, I approached the catwalk and put one foot on it, testing it to see if it would hold my weight.
(good thing about goodreads is that it remains permanent no matter the space between posts, time-wise)GLaDOS: Don't touch that. *a mechanical arm yanks her away from the catwalk and back into the hallway, then closes the gap*
"Wha-? Hey! Why?" No matter how much I wished I could talk in more than one word sentences, I couldn't quite manage it while being roughly dragged backwards by a mechanical arm."You could have just said," I managed to add.
GLaDOS: No I couldn't have. *lets her go* Stay out of too much trouble. The past is meant to stay in the past.
"Not everything is best solved by brute force!" I snapped before I could stop myself.
GLaDOS: No, but making the right choices is intelligent.
I seriously felt like banging my head into a wall. And the cameras didn't help, either. Cameras... everywhere... watching me..."And what are supposed to be the right choices here!? This whole place is messed up! And what the freaking heck are you so desperate to keep me away from in that room!?"
The thought that it probably wasn't the smartest idea to be raging at the AI controlling the whole facility I was in suddenly popped into my head, and I broke eye contact with the camera I had been glaring at and instead leaned against a panel and looked down at the floor in an attempt to calm myself.
"My stupid temper..." I muttered to myself.
GLaDOS: Of course you did. But for the record, just because you have a temper, does not make it stupid.
I looked at the camera again. "But it is stupid. I do the stupidest things when I let it control me, such as raging at you."
GLaDOS: You know, I really couldn't care less. I have been told that I've always had a weak spot for children.
I laughed nervously."I guess I'm really still trying to get used to the fact that I'm not dead."
I looked to the panel that had moved to cover the walkway, my curiosity flaring again. I ignored it for now.
"But you really could have just told me to stay in the hallway and not go into that room. I actually listen sometime, you know..."
I clicked the metal thing on the back of one of my long fall boots against a panel a few times."Better to have an enraged and thoroughly terrified teen on your hands than a relatively calm one who's just proved herself capable of not going where she's told not to?"
GLaDOS: Like I said. Some things are meant to stay in the past.
"...Whatever." I said, shrugging at the camera and continuing on, but not before noting the place's position as well as I could in my head. Maybe later I would be able to get back here without GLaDOS knowing and hack the panels or something.She was probably being overly paranoid about whatever was in there, anyway.
(How is it that I always manage to refresh within 20 minutes of you posting something!? I mean, I usually don't refresh this page for hours at a time!)I continued walking, this time making no comment on the humming.
GLaDOS: You know. I remember the 1960s.
"Vaguely?"I kept one hand on the panels of the hallway as I walked, for no reason whatsoever.
GLaDOS: Yes, vaguely. I can't 'store' every bit of information. Technically I was around. *plays background music for nostalgic reasons.*
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_PUPa...
*... quietly*
I didn't reply, but instead thought about the blanket and empty sandwich box I had left in her chamber when I left, wondering if they were still there.Then my mind drifted to the portal gun I still had in the relaxation chamber and how fun it would be to shoot a few portals on the ground and bounce something with them.
The things she had left in the chamber had not been touched or moved since she had decided to leave. The portal gun had, however, been returned to its original chamber.GLaDOS: So tell me. Have you ever read the works of George Orwell?
"Nope, not that I can recall. I've never cared much for remembering the names of authors, though."
GLaDOS: Really... *says in a shocked tone*
"I just cared about the titles of the books. Anything wrong with that?"
