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"Are you ready?"
"Yeah…um, yes. I'm ready."
"So, where do you want to begin?"
"You actually believe me about all this?"
"After the investigations at Black Mesa, we really have no choice but to believe you. It may sound fantastical to the average person, but you're among believers here."
"Can you…not do that?"
"Do what?"
"Refer to yourself in the plural. It's…disconcerting."
"Sorry. A side effect of the job, I'm afraid. I don't usually notice it. Anyway, we are here to talk about you."
"What is there to talk about?"
"What isn't there to talk about? It's an honor to be working with you, if I may be frank. Sociologically, you are the most radical person to walk through our doors since the World Wars."
"Because I was raised by a computer?"
"Partially. But now isn't the time for questions. It's time to simply tell me about yourself."
"Like I said, there isn't much to say. I happened to get stuck in the clutches of a maniacal computer who wanted to test me. Constantly."
"And how has that affected your view of authority? After an experience like that, human bossiness must seem trivial."
"Your psycho-babble is showing through. Might want to fix that."
"Hmph."
"It was a bit different, falling under the authority of a nameless, bodiless thing. It was like…well, I guess you could compare it to working for God."
"You saw this computer as a thing to be worshipped?"
"No, no. Her downfall taught me that."
"Yes, yes, the potato episode."
"No, you don't get it! It wasn't just an 'episode', it was…it was…I don't know. Her reactions to Cave Johnson and Caroline, and the possibility that she was Caroline…It was so much more than that! She was human, in a way no one could ever be. Despite her programming and wiring, there was something human in her!"
"The God complex crumbled?"
"Being stuffed in a potato will do that to you. It brought her down….maybe even to my level. She could finally understand my fear and my desperation, but I don't know if she ever understood my determination. She couldn't relate. Having been in control of an entire world, and never needing to try very hard for anything…she never mentioned that. She simply knew that I would press on, overcome, against all the odds. She didn't ask how. Or why."
"I notice you call it 'she'. The GLaDOS project was never anything more than a computer."
"Yes it was! She could feel stuff just like I could."
"A simulation, nothing more."
"No!"
"Calm down. I can see this upsets you."
"No, you upset me."
"Was human contact strange for you?"
"No."
"…"
"…"
"Elaborate."
"Fine."…"Finding people again wasn't weird at all. I felt like I was coming home, in a sense. I was in cryo-sleep while I was growing up…I still had memories, more like instincts really, of human contact and emotion. I knew there was more than the machines I met."
"These 'instincts', as you call them,…would you say they have shaped you?"
"Yeah, of course. You said I was raised by machines. Not true. I have absolutely no memories of robot da-da talking to me about boys or anything like that. I'm as human as anyone."
"But then how do you know about adult life? How have you managed so well in our society?"
"I…don't know."
"Do you think the computers monitoring you had anything to do with the process?"
"I don't know."
"Does it frighten you that GLaDOS might still have some subconscious influence on you?"
"No! It doesn't!" Standing angrily, the woman crossed to the door and opened it, turning back to make one last statement.
"I know she doesn't because she never could get to my head. And neither will you."
Bleh, least exciting ending ever. Comment please, I don't mind if you're anonymous.