You know, not hearing you scream in pain is almost becoming a bit dull. Maybe I should try harder next time, see if I can get any response from you. For Science.

Her Voice echoed out, reverberating in Chell's ringing ears as she fought with the aches and weariness in her bones as she picked herself up from the cold panel floor; her long-fall boots had saved her bones from snapping in half, but the force of the fall knocked her straight off her feet when as soon as her boots touched solid ground; Chell had tumbled to the floor like a ton of bricks had suddenly decided to rest on her back. It wasn't a pleasant feeling.

Chell bit her tongue, an old habit she had formed, because she wasn't giving up. She controlled everything; every inch of panel, every yard of wires, every breath she took; She could have made it so Chell went around in circles for days and never even known.

But her voice was something she would never give up. Come test room, Thermal Discouragement Beams, turrets, hell or high water, Chell was never going to give up that last piece of herself. That homicidal machine could do whatever She wanted, but She was never going to hear a squeak. Because Chell knew, that if she spoke, if she screamed, if she gave any trace of her voice away, She really would have control of everything.

She would have won.