"The vital apparatus vent will deliver a Weighted Companion Cube in three… two… one…"
The cube came down
And hit the ground
And as I watched it sit,
It lay on the ground,
Nice and sound,
I didn't know what to do with it.
I walked up to the cube,
Picked it up carefully,
And thought "It's kind of cool,"
Each side had
Its own little heart
It was more than a weight or stool.
The cube was different
From the other ones
This one had a personality
It was protection, button presser, a stepladder
And now,
It was a friend to me.
It protected me, it accompanied me,
It listened to what I had to say,
It would be my friend if I got out of this place,
There might be a puzzle
It would be hard to carry through
But I'm sure I'd find a way.
At last I reached the exit
But GLaDOS had a surprise
There was a big pit on the right.
And GLaDOS said how
To get out of the room
But what she said gave me a fright.
She said I had to incinerate my
Square metallic friend
In order to get out this place
The cube might as well
Have started to cry
And put a broken heart on each of its faces.
I pressed the button
And opened the hatch
And then I said goodbye,
I dropped the cube
Into the flames
And then I started to cry.
My little Companion Cube
Was just euthanized
I didn't like it one bit.
I started to feel much worse
When I figured out
That now, I had nobody to share cake with.
The door opened up
And I walked through
Away from the scene of the crime
I brushed away my tears
And remembered how
The cube had been so kind.
"It's just a box,"
GLaDOS said.
I just ignored her and believed:
That someday
Another cube will come
And be just as nice to me.
Weighted Companion Cube- Box, Tool, Friend.
