Chapter 1: Artificial Intelligence...
"The point is, if we can store music on a compact disc, why can't we store a mans intelligence and personality on one?" The mans voice echoed over the facility's loudspeaker. "Brain mapping, Artificial Intelligence, should of been working on it 30 years ago." He stopped and let out painful hack and cough. "so I've got the engineers figuring that out. Listen here, and I'm gonna say this on tape so that everybody hears it a hundred times a day. If I die before you people can pour me into a computer, I want Caroline to run this place."He coughed again. "Now she'll argue. She''l say she can't. She's modest like that. But you make her. Hell, put her in my computer I don't care. Anyway, test's over, you can head on back to your desk."
"Genetic Life-form and Disc Operating System: Testing Sequence Number 3!" Yelled a man in a white lab coat.
A massive machine hung from the ceiling of the facility's Central Chamber. Several spherical robots attach to its body. This was the Central AI of the facility. It's optic was a bright yellow, and it's body was grey and white. Its body slightly shook and its optic blinked. "Rrrrrrrrrr. Hello, and welcome to The Aperture Science Enrichment Centerrrrrrrrrrrrrrr upupupupupupupupup. Neurootoxin Emmitores coming online."
"SHUT IT DOWN!" One of the scientists demanded.
The Aperture Science Bring Your Daughter To Work Day
Many scientist and their daughters were in the auditorium for the Show and Tell.
The loudspeaker came on, as GLaDOS' voice was heard. "We at the Enrichment Center would like to remind you that though your services are no longer required, we thank you for all your help. Without it, I could never have achieved something that will benefit our science. Goodbye."
Several panels on the wall moved aside so that large glass pipes could tunnel into the room. Everyone began screaming as a green gas began to emit from the pipes and filled the air. Several of the scientists race to calm their frightened daughters, others continued in their vein attempts to open the doors.
"The remaining scientists will accompany our many Test Subjects in cryogenic storage. Those with a waist line over 39.7 will be used as target practice for the Aperture Science Sentry Turrets." Multiple robotic claws dropped pale spherical robots to the floor. Their side plates opened, revealing machine guns. They began gunning down the still conscious scientist and daughters. "Welcome to the Aperture Science Computer-aided Enrichment Center. Let us begin the testing."