"I stood on the verge of exhaustion, as I reluctantly watched stars fly by me into what seemingly led nowhere. Before I began to realize the circumstances my previous actions might have amounted to, I foresaw the contingency that this solemn day would mark the end of the Black Mesa government operation. My glare gave an adverse influence on my surroundings as the familiar man in the black suit reviewed my mission status. I had always questioned my proposition to take position among the employees of the "Anomalous Materials" operation, but when it came to this, when three worlds collided all at an unmanageable sudden, I knew then that the brutal deception was place on me. And as of then, the man offered me the choice, of either to join him among his ruthless employees, and forever be protected from the devastating misfortune which hundreds of lives including my own saw today, or to refuse, and be presented with an anticlimax. A battle I could not win. I knew of justice. I would not let my self-interest in security once again detour me from the ethics I pledged to when I enrolled in the Black Mesa. "Time to choose," were the man's words. I knew then that my time for moral self-justice had elapsed. Until now, it had been mere loyalty to the civil cause. But now was the instant that defined my life. It was here, now. I saw the door in the passenger transit open, and beyond lie the glow of the most brilliant green radiance I'd seen in my life. "It's time to choose," the man repeated. I was stunned, stricken with images more authentic than life. I saw it; I saw everything ahead. There was no departure. I stepped into the doorway."