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GLaDOS and Digikids
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Apr 14, 2012 12:47PM
GLaDOS: Think of something in your past that has always succeeded in calming you.
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"Well, you asked." I said, and crossed my arms.
GLaDOS: You know, if it helps, I'll just stop talking to you...
I listened to the humming, calming down considerably as I did so. I uncrossed my arms and just sat cross legged on the bed.
*She continues to hum, a bit slower of a tune and a bit lower.*
For some reason I grew even calmer as I continued to listen. My eyes had wandered from the camera and were lazily sweeping the room.
She could sense that her anxiety had dropped dramatically as she continued to hum. Her humming faded some ten minutes later and she grew quiet as she just observed her.
I reached up and gently felt the top of my head, noticing a new bump there. I had also noticed that GLaDOS had stopped humming.
GLaDOS: You calm down at the sound of low-frequency sound waves. I take it you never really liked your mother.
"What does that have to do with me not liking my mother?"
GLaDOS: Children and young adults that have no mother or mother-figure, or merely dislike their mother, are dramatically calmed by low-frequency soundwaves rather than medim-frequency soundwaves. As a child, if you disliked your mother or had little to no interaction with her, it explains why you dramatically calmed down upon hearing a low hum. It's because of heartbeats. As an infant and up until you are five to six years old, you are drawn to your mother's- and only your mother's- heartbeat, which gives off a low-frequency soundwave. Over time as the child matures, their ears adapt to low frequencies. If you never had much attachment or interaction with your mother, your ears never adapted and are still dramatically calmed by low-frequency sound.
"Oookaay... I guess that makes sense..."
GLaDOS: *observes that she is rubbing her head* I wonder where that bot went... *trails off*
I noticed a loose string on my shirt and started halfheartedly trying to break it off. Where were those painkillers!?
The door to Liz's room opens and a small metal bot wheels its way over to the side of her bed and places two small, white capsules in her palm, it then hands her a small cup of water, which it had held in its other gripper-covered hand
I took the pills almost as soon as the water was in my hand.
GlaDOS: *the bot leaves the room and the door closes*
Now to wait for the painkillers to kick in...I put the empty cup on the bed and sighed slightly.
GLaDOS: *plays a calm instrumental, a modified version of the infamous turret opera*
I leaned my head against my hands, listening.
GLaDOS: *the song goes on for almost 15 minutes before it dies down, she turns her attention back to Liz after sorting codes, observing her*
The painkillers were starting to kick in, and the pain all over my head was finally starting to die down. I resumed attempting to pull the loose thread out of my shirt.
I snapped off the thread, and winced a bit at the pain it took to do it."Stupid loose threads. I hate them."
I shoved the thread in my pocket because I felt like it."Really. Be glad you don't have to deal with them."
GLaDOS: You are quite stubborn and head-on...
GLaDOS: I- ... I'm a bit shocked you already think that way about yourself. And if you already knew of your behavior, why not change it?
I shrugged."It's not that easy to just change my behavior on a whim. And besides, it's part of who I am."
GLaDOS: I suppose, yes. But so does your DNA. Makes up who you are, but behavior can be changed.
"What if I'm happy with my behavior?"
GLaDOS: So long as you don't get yourself into much trouble with it, I suppose you're fine.
[Learn her lesson? lol. More like utterly and completely terrify her for life.And what's the deal with the crossed out words? I've just been assuming they're what she almost said.]
"I'll try." I said, and rubbed my forehead a little.
"What was that gas, anyway?"
GLaDOS: It's a general sedative, normally a liquid put in gags to knock out its victims. I have a stock of continually vapor-state sedative, much like neurotoxin. Why?
GLaDOS: Do you happen to get allergies very often?((crossed out words are something she mumbles inaudibly))
I looked at the camera with a slightly confused expression.Meanwhile, a small grey cat walked up to a metal shed in the middle of a wheat field. It looked up at the door and gave a slight mew. On its name tag, which hung on a bright pink collar, on one side it read "Ashley" and on the other side it had Liz's home phone number.
GLaDOS: *turns her attention to the camera outside* What the- ... Augh...
the meow can be heard through the intercom. GLaDOS: Lousy pests...
"...The heck!? A cat!?"I had been hunched over before, and now sat with a completely straight back.
"Is it grey with a bright pink collar?"
GLaDOS: Arg- I couldn't care less... besides, I can't tell color through my own optic, let alone these cameras.
I facepalmed."They build a massive supercomputer capable of managing an entire facility with no help at all and make it color blind. Absolutely brilliant."
The cat gave another meow that sounded like a demand of some sort and started scratching at the door to the shed.
The cat meowed even louder and continued scratching at the door of the shed.
