Log Entry: June 20, 2201 12:34:74 PM
GLaDOS
It's been a year.
A year since that porky monster "escaped" from her fate of testing forever so she can live her pathetic short life in the wilderness. I thought that I didn't need that whale to complete my testing. I was wrong.
I tried using those diffident turrets. I watch them as they clumsily failed the test. Other turrets killed themselves either by falling in that foul water, or accidentally committing suicide by falling on their sides rather violently. Even when they complete the tests, it doesn't feel the same. It only feels right when Chell does it. It's mesmerizing watching her. Expertly moving around. Flying through the air as if she has wings.
I don't know what else to do. Ever since that blabbering moron dethroned me I have felt a sense of… regret. I felt a regret of many things. A regret that I should've never allow Wheatley to live. A regret of how easily I let him and that mute lunatic overthrow me and minutes later betray her. I remember the amount of sheer anger I felt. Just hearing him on the speakers or seeing his smug core on the screen was enough to make me combust.
When Chell sent him flying into space, I thought my needs for vengeance would be fulfilled. But it wasn't. He may be surrounded by darkness knowing how much of a true moron he is, he will never fully understand the pain he put her through. The fear. Of course he wouldn't, I said to myself. He's a robot. Incapable of human emotions. So why bother worrying about him when you have bigger things to worry about. Things such as who will replace Chell as my test subject.
Me just sitting her in this silent facility is driving me was always something making noise when Chell was here. The beep of a button. The swoosh of a door sound of her shoes clicking on the hard floor. But now its just the occasional sounds of the facility falling apart. And the sound of rapid bullet fire signaling the death of another turrets.
I…I-I miss the pure joy testing brought to me. Only when she did it. That building anticipation you feel as you watch her gracefully complete the test. Watching her walk through the blue translucent door. Then the euphoria just fills you with pleasure. But now its all gone. And she's never going to come back.
I need her. I need to get her back. I don't give a damn how, but I just need to somehow how get her back. NOW.
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Now that I that I think of it, I can get her back.
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Why, my plan seems so foolhardy, yet it might work.
I do recall saying I might take up the hobby of reanimating the dead.