Pour l'amour de la science, or, For the love of science

By,

Mr.W

(Story contains, but is not entirely, French, translations are provided)

Remaking, enhancement

Creating, advancement

Inventing, in silence

-Pause-

Oh, how I love science.

This can't be happening? Can it? I must be malfunctioning

"TRANS! G! LÀ OÙ ÊTES VOUS!" (Trans! G! Where are you!)

Okay… okay… think, what happened last night? She called for protocol 607, all cores report to repair bay… she said she needed to activate an emergency protocol… protocol 121 I think… requires security clearance alpha-alpha-black LV. 2 to initiate. Then… then… then… nothing… and then… this…
"ok, je suis emprisonné dans une chambre forte prolongée de relaxation…" (Okay, I'm trapped in an extended relaxation vault…)
"La porte!" (The door!)
I move to the door and turn the nob
"rien, verrouillé!" (damn, locked)

I began to think of another way to escape, when a crackling sound came from somewhere, a loud speaker.
"Attention, this is, or technically was, GLaDOS speaking, I wish to clear up the confusion regarding last night's events;
Well good, now I can get a straight answer.
"protocol 121 states, and I quote: &'in the event that the existence, usage, or systems of the aperture mainframe are compromised, all core choiceness are to be placed into a human host's until satiation is stable again'& and so, until further notice, all cores, personality constructs, or other computerized life form, will be kept within a human host, until the problem is sorted out, please return to your normal routines, that will be all."

At the conclusion of the announcement, there was a small click from the door
Again, I turned the nob, this time the door opened.
standing outside the hall was the last person i expected to see


A/N: the person in the story is the French core, he translates GLaDOS's anouncements for french speeking test-subjects