Cave Johnson read the test reports in disappointed silence. This was ridiculous! They shouldn't be this bad! He tossed the booklet to the ground and let out an angry yell. His wife, Caroline, walked into his office at the noise and gave him a worried look.
"What is it?" she asked gently picking up the reports. Cave put his feet up on his desk and crossed his arms angrily.
"The tests," he muttered. "The subjects are failing worse and worse with each passing day, and I dont know what to do about it." Cave stood up and walked over to his window where he watched a few test subjects in training run the qualifying tests. Caroline set the booklet on his desk and stood by his side.
"We've tried every creature we can think of. From chickens to flies, even human test subjects have been tried. What else is there?" Caroline asked. Cave sighed and sat back down in his chair.
"They think inside the box," he told her. "They have no imagination." At that moment their four-year-old daughter, Chell, ran into the office and set a drawing on her father's desk. Cave leaned forward and picked it up. "Well well, what's this?" He turned to paper to Caroline who looked back at Chell in question. Chell got a huge smile and giggled a bit.
"It's a portal gun," she told him. Cave looked back over at it and yes, he did see it. Why didn't he see it before? He thought a moment and a smile crossed his face.
"I think I know what to do about this testing delema," he said. Caroline looked at him and raised an eyebrow. When he got that smile it meant he had something devious planned. Very devious indeed.