"Hello, Mr. Robertson!" the secretary quickly jumped at his arrival. "It's the big day, isn't it?"

"Why, yes it is!" I said, walking to the door. It was, indeed the big day, alright. The day Aperture evolves into the most top-rated technological laboratory. This stuff will go down into the history books, if all goes well. I was called down by some colleagues for a small get-together, but I knew that I had to finish what I started before I relax. That's right. I made it. And hell, I wish I didn't on days like this. The machine is only as smart as the person who made it? Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night? It's really hard to write about all that has happened, but I know people have to know the truth…I can't get keep lying to my family about it any longer. It ruined my life. Today, I make my home at Greenwood Asylum. It's got to that point where it would be easier to just accept that I have some rare neurotic disorder. Maybe I do. Maybe it never even happened. Maybe this is all a dream of some sort, where my mind plays a cruel game with me…but I remember everything word for word.

I entered 'hallway B', passing identical doors. Not too many people were seen. Everyone was inside, I guess, starting the celebration without me. I am used to it by now, anyways. However, when I was to be finished with "project GLaDOS" people will recognise me as a hero.

"Dave! Hey there!" called a familiar voice. It was defiantly Joe, with his happy-to-be-alive attitude to everything.

"Hey there, Joe. Got any news for me?"

"Would you relax, Mr. Stiff? Everyone in Sector C is waiting for you. Better hurry now or we might cut the cake."

"Great. Hey, do you-ugh" I hesitated. Joe was a friend, but I never cared much for opinions. "Do you think this will work?"

"I think I hear a little uncertainty there? Come one, man. You built it! You should be prepared to go down in history as the first person to perfect artificial intelligence!"

"Well, I really appreciate that."

"You should, man." He laughed in his typical, booming cackle. "And besides, if this works out well, you might be entered into project #23"

"Huh? What's that?"

"You don't know what that is? Well, you aren't the only one. I heard the administrator talking about it. It sounded pretty serious. That's perfect for you!"

"A serious guy for a serious project is a perfect combination." I said to myself. Joe looked at me and smiled.

"Why are you standing around here? I'm sure you have other places to be, like, oh I don't know, MAKING HISTORY!" he roared in laughter. I guess that's one thing that makers Joe so easy to talk to.

I walked down the hallway. Everything seemed repetitive. After working at this place for fifteen years, it seems all the same.

Finally, I reached the overpass in the main server room. There stood the masterpiece. My master piece was calling me. GLaDOS, the next step into mastering the technology, stood there. There were a few repairs going on, but the machine was visible anywhere. I looked through the tinted glass. Somehow at that moment, everything seemed wrong. Do you ever get that feeling when something bad is going to happen before it actually happens? It's called instinct, and at the moment I got it, I never listened to it and continued on my way. To this day, I blame myself for not saying something beforehand, but what could I do? Cancel a billion-dollar project because I had a 'bad feeling'? I'd be fired faster than the speed of light, if that is possible. It is possible. It would at least have been better than if I didn't, but only then did the things go even more downhill. This is where the real story starts. The story of how machine outsmarted the man.