"GLaDOS"

"Wheatley"

"Turret"

"Turet"

'Where did this child come from?' GLaDOS thinks to herself, staring with her big yellow visual sensor at the small child, maybe 5 or 6 years old, standing in the middle of the room her body inhabits, feeling very confused at this sudden turn of events, which the child mirrors quite obviously in body language.

GLaDOS brings her head closer to the child, who recoils very obviously in fear, eyes widening at the strange machine suddenly shoved up in his face. "Hold still, child, I won't hurt you. Not yet, at least." The child had looked relieved at first, but the second sentence makes him even more intimidated and afraid then before. However, GLaDOS is able to get a close look at the child now, as he heeded the 'Hold Still' part of her statement rather obediently.

It is quickly discovered by GLaDOS, (with science) that the child has brilliant green eyes, messy black hair, a small scar on his forehead, nerdy glasses, oversized clothes, and a serious case of malnourishment. Fortunately for the child, when GLaDOS had deleted Caroline, her consciousness had been infected, like a virus, with a fondness for children. "Why are you underfed, child? Do you not have a home? Is that why you're wearing Chell's casual wear?"

GLaDOS chuckles internally at her calling Chell fat, though Chell had been gone for about... three years now. She is almost certainly dead.

The child looks up at the big machine, and asks timidly, "Ch-Chell?"

The ancient AI mentally facepalms, of course the child wouldn't understand. "Chell is an old friend of mine. I pick at her for being fat, even though she really isn't."

The pale kid furrows his brow as he asks, with a tinge of feeling insulted, "And why would you say that? You're mean."

GLaDOS backs up slightly in shock, before returning to her position and responding apathetically, "It never bothered her. She did kill me though, so it's rather gracious of me to not get revenge to the same degree, but simply insult her a little."

The young child's eyes widen considerably, and he nearly yells, "Killed you?! How are you alive?!"

GLaDOS simply nods, and says, "She was mute, a lunatic, and had a minor case of serious brain damage. Though I did kind of force her to stay here."

He crosses his arms, puffs his cheeks, and repeats an earlier statement. "You're mean."

GLaDOS nods, and responds with her slow clap in the background, "Congrats, you figured it out. However, I think I can be excused because she was the only test subject I had for SCIENCE!" She looks around, and mumbles, "Stupid Space Core." Before making a sound like she clears the throat she doesn't have and continues, "And besides, I was going to let her go shortly, given I had Atlas and P-Body built to replace her."

"As for how I'm still alive, I'm a robot, in terms you'd understand, and I just got turned back on. Simple. But, back to my initial questions. Why are you underfed? Why are your clothes so baggy? Do you have a home?" The child visibly sags as his attention is brought to... whatever is depressing him.

"I... I have my relatives... but I keep being bad... so they don't feed me... and they make me sleep in the cupboard..." GLaDOS stares at the child in shock. 'I never had much regard for humans, but that is cruel, even for me. I wouldn't STARVE a human... maybe kill them with neurotoxin a little... but certainly not STARVE them!'

GLaDOS brings her head closer to the child and says softly, "I'm sorry. Nobody should have to endure that. Not even Wheatley deserves that, and he stuffed me in a potato once." The child just barely holds in a laugh at that, and it seems his stress and sorrow melts away, if only for a second, before it returns back to the surface.

"Tell you what. Atlas and P-Body mainly do... mundane tests. Buttons, cubes, puzzles. How about this; I'll take care of you, give you food, a good bed, fitting clothes, and in return, you help me with some of the more... bizarre tests, like... testing the stuff to be used in puzzles. For example, I'm currently working on a new kind of cube, it is pushed by gravity instead of pulled. I need someone to help me with placement in puzzles, production of cubes, and, well, making sure they actually work. Preliminary tests have shown promise, but so far, they just aren't affected, rather than being affected negatively."The child looked lost at several points, but the look on his face communicates that he got the general idea, that being, 'help me with new stuff, and I'll take care of you'.

"That..." The child begins slowly, his face slowly brightening, "Isn't a bad idea. It's much better than what I have now, that's for sure..." He scrunches his face up in though a minute, and relents rather happily, or at least as happily as someone with chronic depression can be, "My name's Harry Potter, and I think I'll take you up on that, Miss..."

"GLaDOS. I am GLaDOS of Aperture Laboratories. Thank you for taking me up on my offer. I look forward to a wonderful partnership, Mr. Potter."Harry smiles as he nods in affirmation, and the two begin to discuss living quarters and other such arrangements.