The Prequel to Aperture
Chapter 1: Cave Johnson
This is July of 1938. And this guy was suited and was ready to attend college. His name is Cave Johnson. But why is he wearing a suit? It's dumb. He thought so too.
His father ordered it, he was a farmer that never farmed a day in his life, and now teaching in the same academy Cave was about to attend, about the theories of farming. But Cave never gained an inch of interest in farming, or something dirt-based. He thought it was "down right dirty." In fact, his only interest is Physics. That's the only thing he liked. Ever. His father bought a lot of toys, mostly wooden, for him to fool around when he was small. But his father noticed he'd never played with them, threw them away and never bought any more. But he liked watching them fall, the round ones slow down when they hit the walls. Besides that, he also drew a lot of "blueprints", which he hung on his walls, to aid his weird physics ideas: such as colored gels that replaces trampolines to be an excellent bouncing surfaces, or ones that can make people run much faster. Then he thought about a device that can link two spots and made them connected. Quantum Tunneling.
He packed and left his home with his suitcase. His father had left early for teaching purposes. And he's on his own. But he has went there dozens of times for preparation. Anyways, he went there once again and went through this gates. For real this time.
"Good morning, Cave Johnson!" called out some of his classmates like they've met for years. But Cave didn't say a single word back.
Those staff told me that I need to head to the second floor of this academy for my Physics class. Well, not really "my," but rather "the Physics class I have to attend." But I don't get it, the second floor is like a mile away for where I'm standing, and the facility did not install elevators. Seriously? And those blockheads can somehow stand it and WALK upstairs everyday. Like they deserve it. DING! Ah! The bell's rang. I'm late. Whatever. Had to stand those stairs for once. I finally got up there, and pushed the wooden door open.