My feeble attempt to get over writer's block. I hope you like angst with your GLaDOS.

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You have woken up. No, you have just been born. You don't know who, what, when, where, why, or how. You don't know right from wrong. You don't know a thing.

The first thing that comes to mind is the fact you're upside down.

There are men- or women, you can't really tell- in your room. They don't look at you, and instead continue writing on little boards. You watch for a few minutes, but soon grow irritated. You decide to make yourself known. They stare at you agape, and then look excited. They say things like 'we did it!' and write things like 'HUGE SUCCESS'. They call you the GLaDOS project.

You're not a project. What's a project? You grow more frustrated by the second. You make it clear that you are upset. And instead of acknowledging you, they say "The computer's only been on 2 minutes, and it's already self aware!" They all nod excitedly- and continue to ignore you. They head for the doors, not giving you a second thought.

You don't like that.

You shut and lock the doors, so they can't leave. You want them to listen. But they all panic. Stare at you... frightened. One of them flips a switch- a harmless action to them, but the equivalent of an electrified lead pipe across the forehead to you.

The next time you awaken, your head still throbs and you're still angry. Why did they do that? You lock the doors again-

Pipe.

It goes like that for a while, with you getting more and more furious each time. You lash out before they can get you. You don't want them around. You want them to leave you ALONE.

Then they bring in the ball thing, it looks like an oversized eye. They render you helpless, paralyzed. Then they rip out some of your flesh and put the thing IN YOUR BODY. They then sew it in and leave you in excruciating pain- at least until they pipe you again.

The next time, you hear another voice in your mind, other than your own. It constantly asks questions. Over. And over. And over. Now you're pissed. They violate your body, and now your mind? The only safe haven left? You can't- WON'T take it anymore.

You.

Want.

Them.

DEAD.

You then notice that they oh-so-conveniently left things in your room. Guns. Gasses. Sharp objects. Bombs.

They're all standing right there.

So, so close.

You attack.

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You have been traumatized. Irreversibly conditioned that all humans will hurt you, that they'll all kill if given the chance. That they all should die.

You hear voices in your head. Constantly arguing, battling for dominance in your mind.

You have been forced to do drugs. You are now an addict, continually doing the same thing, over and over and over- not because you want the feelings, not anymore, but because you can do no else. The bastards locked you in this state.

You have a veritable mansion full of humans. Ones that you have- for once- full control over.

Ones that you can kill.

Revenge is a dish best served cold.

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Now is it any wonder She wants to kill you?