Aperture droid project, I do not own any of the characters besides the unknown background characters like 'Roger'
Highly classified.
After the events of portal leftover aperture employees tried to save the intelligence and information residing inside of GLaDOS by downgrading her AI body to a smaller module. To increase movability it would be given a more proper body as used in the Atlas and P-body projects. The first body was a foot module that was stripped of its arms for employee's safety. Her body had proper energy to support itself for one month.
September 1, 20XX. Activation
Body functions normal, Nano processors stable. No homicidal tendencies or any impulsive behaviors so far. She seems to function decently, no functions in her legs; we don't think the Nano connection has spread that far yet. Six hours later, hips have been connected and her vocal speakers have started activating. Occasional sighs or whispers are heard. Her visual cortex module is still not active. Sound responses are highly accurate.
A basic understanding of our speech has been reached, memory databases are starting to seep through.
September 3, 20XX. Check-up
GLaDOS seems yet to have recollected what or who she is, shards of memory, aperture memories specifically have been processed. Her legs are fully functional and she is eager to walk around her test chamber. So far no facial or vocal expressions, her pain responses are damaged during the data transfer. Note for further research, she does not experience pain unless the data link gets re-established.
Every morning at 6 when the first employee checks up on her her body has moved from its deactivation point. Remaining stasis energy must circulate through the body after her night shutdown. Not to worry this will be fixed with the next scheduled maintenance date.
"Tch" "Tsh"
Vocal initialization seems to have activated overnight, something good came out of the night-stasis. Her pronunciation is off and she does not say anything but Tsh but it is a great start. A tongue to shape the sound and artificial vocal cords have replaced the speakers, she takes leaps in her pronunciation. Weird as it may be she seems less lively as she used to be. Her eyelids have slid to half awake and the eager walks during the day have disappeared We are afraid something might be wrong. Something might be very wrong.
She seems to try to reach the 'packs' on her back, maybe she noticed they are supposed to be her arms but that they are safety locked.
September 21 20XX Arms
For the past three weeks we have conducted tests, some fellow employees have fled when her status changed in fear she might make history repeat itself again. No neurotoxins near but it is a mobile android with strength beyond ours, she has not realized how to use it yet but we fear it is only a matter of time. Despite protests we have concluded she would need functional arms if we were going to use her for further AI uses. The shoulder joints are rotated back into position and her arms unlocked.
It was described in the blueprints how it would fit together but this was almost brute to watch, she had to bend backwards, click her shoulders into the upper arm sockets, twist them and then click the arms loose from the guard straps. The lower arm cases held her hands captive so she could not rampage right away. Or most likely, it would slow her down if she did decide to kill me. I as head of the Android R&D division it was my job to unlock her hands. Print recognition was necessarily for them to unlock, she stared at me.
October 2 20XX Crash
Time had passed, since my awakening. What was told is that she head butted me and tried to run for it. She has been captured and placed into the test vault, testing being monitored entirely through cameras and turret sights. GLaDOS what is she up to, certainly she can not have memorized all that has happened with that test subject. What was her name... Chell. She had no additional cores attached to her, no feelings should come from her own databases. We were sure to disable those.
We failed.-
We failed.-
We failed.-
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Recordings ended with that, no more footage was available of what happened. There was no trace of the subjects, the scientists or anything besides this short video. That man should be in his late twenties, not even a name was known. Just Chief.
"Salvage carrier 3, no success either. We just found some remains of a computer. It shows that thing we passed. At least it looks like it."
-"Excellent, return to the gate we are closing up for the night. Whatever happened here can wait until tomorrow."
"-Boss I think we might have a problem. This room... It's filled with containers like hers!"
Rover, Salvage carrier 3's leader. 4 Years ago he had heard of this division being shut down after a accident, nothing has been heard from the people on the inside since then. It seems like the project they were working on was cancelled as well. What in the world happened here? Strange as it may have been he felt drawn to the containers, at least that is what they were named. They looked nothing more than big tubes, the weak lights in the room only lit them enough to show that there was something inside it, only the one they had found near the surface was fully visible. It had a dark blue liquid content in it with the silhouette of a body in it. The text on the foot of the tube told them there was a Aperture 1st gen android in it.
"There you are."
A laser set on the man's feet, and soon the firing of bullets was heard. Further down the hall seemed to be two red eyes staring at him, searching for a clear aim. What was that thing. Roger fled behind the containers, slipping behind one and then another. After about six rows he had slipped behind the creature. Ready to face it he stumbled over them instead, two half broken turrets, both with only one functioning gun, never was he that glad to see those no matter if they shot bullets at him. Damn this place was turning creepier by the minute.
When that thought crossed his mind it was immediately confirmed by what was past the turrets. One container had different liquid, it was red thick and seemed like clotted blood. Terrified he wiped the dust off the nameplate. What it said confused him, or rather, the lack of what it said. it merely said Wrath. Roger's eyes slowly went upwards when he heard a soft tap. when his eyes were level he saw what it was. A hand pressed against the glass from within the red liquid.