Floating...floating...how long have I been floating?
SPACE!
a meteor hits him, finally sending the little snot away...into the distance...I was low on power myself...my internal workings weren't exactly meant for the depths of space...chell...my mind always drifts back to that name...but...when I think of Her...is it a her? Yes...I'm sure of it...when I think of her, two words come up in a little box of synonyms...
1. I'm
2. Sorry
And a single sentence...
1. If I could do it over again I would have saved her, I didn't know this then but I loved her.
the picture file is corrupted...I can only be certain that at one time I cared heavily for her...she...I wish...I could remember...I can't see anymore...so that's why I'm sitting here talking to myself...one of those damn space pebbles bounced off of Spacey and cracked the fuck out of my optical lens...
Chell...Chell I'm sorry...
[impact: critical error]
[system reboot]
[memory access violation]
floating...floating...how long have I been floating?
Aperture science
a tall female figure sat atop a chair that was attached to an arm that in turn attached to the ceiling, she was watching the video feed with interest, "another chance? Why not? But I can't promise you'll get a WARM welcome..." with a cackle, the female came into the light to reveal short white hair and bright yellow eyes, "how long's It been? A year? 20? In any case it'll be good to have my punching bag back, retrieve him."
a buzz came over the intercom, "yes, Madame Glad0s."