The time was near. Glados was slowly dying. Wheatley, Blue and Orange were all wrapped around her. The virus that had plagued her long ago… The year was 1956; Genetic Lifeform and Disk Operating System had been born days ago. The NANO-virus had been attacking newly activated computers and sadly Glados was one of them. Caroline had been rocking the three day old computer. Glados had been crying for the past four hours, and Caroline had told Cave that she was fine with the crying. And she was she loved Glados from the very start and the very end.

Glados had been sitting on Wheatley's bed because he was diving in to his dresser. Glados was waiting patiently. She knew that he didn't remember things very well. She fell back letting her body fall to the bed. "Are you bored?" Wheatley asked. "No…why?" "Just because you don't do that." "Do what. Fell back on the bed?" "Forget it." Glados soon fell asleep.

The next morning she awoke in her chamber. Her head hurt. "Thank God you're ok Glados!" Wheatley said vary concerned. "What do you mean?" "I mean you were out for 4 days!" "What!" She sat up, she saw all of her cores…concerned. Glados sat for a few moments trying to understand what she was just told. She looked a little red in the face. She was very clearly sick. Space then spoke. "You all get back to work, I will stay here with Glados and the kids." Wheatley turned to ask Glados, "Is that ok with you Glad." " Ya, that's fine."

Wheatley and the other cores walked out of the chamber. Glados fell back on to her "body". "Be careful with yourself." Space said. " Sorry Space… Sorry self." Glados said in a delusional way… "" Yep, she's delusional. If this keeps up she won't be able to think.""