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"Ladies and gentlemen, can I please have your attention? I've just been handed an urgent, and horrifying news story. I need all of you to stop what you're doing and LISTEN."
Tears.
They fell to the ground with a drop, staining the carpet with their bittersweet, crumbled dreams.
Caroline cried.
That day had been the day when the "Black Mesa Incident" had occurred. That had been the day that everyone, scientist, test subject, or other, were stuck in Aperture Facilities for forever. Cave Johnson announced it on front of the whole facility, including Caroline. Who stood right beside him as he spoke, hearing every word, every painful cough. And lastly, hearing his vows that no matter what, she would be put into GLaDOS, like it or not.
And then, she cried. She cried in that office for the first time in a long, long while.
"No! Sir. I do not want this!"
"Listen to me!"
"No!"
She cried, she sobbed. But there was nothing to do. The glass of gin and papers she was holding clattered and smashed to the ground as hands pulled her away. She tried to pry herself off, but she couldn't.
"If I die before you people can put me in a computer," Cave looked up at the shocked, teared up Caroline, "I want Caroline to run this place."
"She'll argue, she'll say she can't, she's modest like that."
"But you Make Her."
She was pulled away. Away into a white room, connected up to a machine. Cave followed, Cave watched. He studied her expression.
Fearful. Betrayed. Stunned. Depressed. Trapped. Gone.
She drifts away, away. Away with her last memories of screaming, pleading, although her expression said different than her words. Away with her last memories of a conflicted Mr. Johnson, smirking condescendingly, sadly, guiltily, stoically.
"Yes sir, Mr. Johnson!"
"I love you, Cave."
"Goodbye, Caroline!"