Two robots walked through the ruins of the Aperture Laboratories. One was tall, oval shaped, and had an orange optic lens: P-Body. The other was shorter, stockier, sphere shaped, and had a blue optic: Atlas. They had nothing but each other; their master, or creator had died before she got a chance to actually use them.
Atlas skidded down a watered down hallway. P-Body watched him, and sort of, rolled her optic lens like a human would roll their eyes at something that they were unamused of, or annoyed at.
"Come on P-Body. Have some fun." Atlas chirped. Of course, no one could hear him, no one but P-Body. The two robots were specialized and designed to communicate with each other. The one flaw they had was that no one, or robot (like a big, forty-foot, insensitive mother-robot that once controlled Aperture) could understand a word they said; they could only hear chirps and screeches.
P-Body folded her arms. "This place is dangerous, Atlas. It's not a place to buzz about."
"Aw, come on! She's not coming back. We have all the time in the world to kill. If we can solve tests, we can create them."
P-Body didn't like the sound of his idea. The facility they were in was terrible. When they had first been built, it was clean and new. Now it was a dangerous, abandoned ruin that no one took care of. Plants lined the halls, water leaked, and crows were the only thing you would find alive. Not even the test subjects in the rooms they had found were alive. It was a living nightmare, or living adventure, even for a robot. Atlas liked to look at the adventure; P-Body preferred the living nightmare, although, Atlas couldn't see why. Maybe she had a malfunction.
P-Body stepped into the water and followed Atlas into a large room. Plants crawled up the broken, bending walls. Ferns and grass grew were the floor had cracked. Vines hanged down from somewhere they couldn't see. Water was puddled in dips in the floor. P-Body recognized it as another test chamber… one that was never used. Wreckage of another robot was sprawled along the floor of the room, vines climbed into its wires and shells, at the time, neither of them recognized who it once was. A small wall attatched to the floor bent back from age and plants were sprawled along its face. Underneath, a picture hid. Atlas lifted the vines and signaled P-Body over.
"What is it?" she asked as she neared the mess of paint.
"It looks like one of those things humans make… a painting." Atlas replied.
"No, not that," she rolled her optic again, "What is the painting of?"
Atlas took a moment to study it. It was a smear of orange, white, black, red, and tan paint. It as a young woman. Atlas tilted himself to see it at an angle.
"It's a girl." he said.
Atlas had guided P-Body out of the chamber; they were now sitting in a non-watered down hallway, ready for Sleep-Mode. They didn't need to sleep like a human, but they did need to conserve power.
"I'll wake you if I come out of Sleep-Mode." Atlas chirped.
"As will I." P-Body replied, and the two switched onto Sleep-Mode.