Ok, I'm sorry the last chapter was short. And here's a auther's note. I know the android thing is used a lot. But I PROMISE this will be different, ok? Or at least somewhat. And I know that Fact is normally called Craig, but that doesn't meen I have to use it. This chapter WILL be longer than the last one. Please review and tell me what you think.
Fact couldn't see anything. He couldn't move either, something held him down by his wrists and ankles. And everything was white. "Fact: I can't see!" He yelped. GLaDOS's voice sighed. "Sometimes I wonder if all the cores are morons." She grumbled. He couldn't help but make a face...wait, what? Sudden;y everything came back to him. Waking up in GLaDOS's chamber, being taken here, and GLaDOS's 'expirement' on him. He still felt sore as he remembered the painful shocking and the horrible numbing sensation. He felt heavier. "C-can I get up?" He stammered. There was a soft groan as the restraints on his limbs disapeared...limbs? "I can't see!" He mumbled. "Moron..." GLaDOS mumbled. He tried to roll over, and suddenly felt tabgled up. He pulled his self up and the white fell away. 'A sheet!?' He though, looking at it. Then blinked. He had arms, legs, hands, feel and, well... a waist. "Wh-what happened!?" He gasped. "Look for yourself." GLaDOS answered. He watched as a mirror lowered down from the cieling. He stared at his reflection.
His hair was short and nicely trimmed with a oaky brown color. A pinkish purple strip about a two inches wide hung next to his bangs. Thin, light purple glasses with a circle frame sat on his slightly pointed nose. His eyes where the same color as before, except they glowed faintly withen their sockets. He could see that the pattern that his optic had now decorated his irises. He was whearing a long sleeved white shirt with a purple-pink vest over it. A Aperture logo was stamped on the shoulder. A wpurple wrist watch with the Aperture logo was strapped to his whrist (duh). He had a tan colored pants on with the same logo on the side of his thigh. He couldn't help but stare. He looked like a...a...a human! "Fact: The fact sphere is very handsome..." He marvled. "Right...now quit staring at yourself. First of all, your not a sphere anymore, or a core. So quit calling your self that. And don't use Craig as your 'new name'. Because it's just annoying, not 'cool'." She said, sounding annoyed. :Just because you corrupted, doesn't mean you have a excuse to act so worthless."
He stared at the mirror for a little longer, tempted to say Criag. But to scarred of what GLaDOS would do. He looked down at his self again, his fingures, hands, arms, legs...it didn't feel as akward or different as it did at first. This felt...almost natural. Then he remembered a name from somewhere, he wasn't sure where. But it was familer."Allan..." He mumbled. "Well done, you actually came up with a name. I guess your not as helpess as I thought. Let's get some testing done." She said. The door to the room opened to reveal a elevater. Slowly he walked over to the elevater. But stopped, he could just refuse to go, Rick would do that. And Space would just ignore GLaDOS and start rambling on and on about space. But he was a coward, unlike his friends. With a sigh Allan took a step into the elevater.
Allan P.O.V:
It was dark, and I hated the dark. I'm not afraid of it, but ever since being trapped with the other cores in that deep dark cage...I never felt comfortable surround by shadows. Part of me wanted to blurt out '50% who are afraid of the dark aren't afraid of the dark...' Normaly I would say it any way. But there there was no one here to impress. And I don't thinnk GLaDOS would care if I said anything. She'd probably insult me if I did. She was different when she was a potato. Allan thought about that, why did she change? I'll have to think about that... My thoughts where interupted by the sound of the elevator landing. The doors opened to reveal a hall way. Was this it? It didn;t look like the testing chamber. I stepped out, and the elevator closed behind me. With no other options, I continued to walk.
It was a long hall way. How long has it been? I looked at my watch. It said 12:15, but I didn't know if it was am or pm. GLaDOS would know, but why would she tell me? Finnally I saw a room. Excited I ran over to it. But all that I saw was several computers, what looked like giant glass tanks, and tubes that dangled from the cieling. Several pipes ran along the top of the cieling and walls. "What is this place..." I thought out loud. "I found one of the older chambers while fixing this place after Wheatley ruined it..." She said bitterly. "Who?" I asked, unable to help but look at a camera. "The moron who took over the facility. Now, this room was dedicated to testing and creating new gels. And while I was trapped in a potato, I remember how useful they can be. And YOU will create more." GLaDOS said. I blinked. "What? You said I was testing..." I asked, confused.
"Oh you stupid android, did you really think that I only test with portal? Unless you'd like to do that instead." She said, I knew she would be smirking if she had a face. "No, no! I mean, you just caught me off guard and...wait, android?" I asked. But there wasn't a answer, she already ended the transmission. With a sigh I walked over to a computer and watched it turn on. There where some files already here. One was labled 'Repelling Gell'. I guess I should start there. With that I began to get to work. But I could help but wonder what happened to the others. Space was obvioucly whith 'Wheatley' in space, but what abput Rick? And why did GLaDOS make me a, what did she call it, a 'andorid'? I need answers, maybe one of these computers will have them, but I doubt it...
It has been two days since GLaDOS has put me in the new bpdy, and she has been working me to the bone. Well, I think that's how it's said. I pushed up my glasses as I stared at the screen. The ingreedients for the new gell took up most of the space. What was left was temperture control. Carefully I selected each ingredent...
...One 18.25 package chocolate cake mix...
...one can of prepared coconut pecan frosting...
...fish shaped sediment...
...four large eggs...
Wait, what!? Why was this here? It looked like some sort of cake recicpe. I deleted it with a sigh. Once again I had to start over. These computers had some wierd files in them. I re-opened it and moved to a different document inside the gell file. Then went back to work. I read the first ingredient. '2.7 gallons of liquid nitrogen'. I selected some other ingredients out of the list. There was about 300 to choose from. And that was only from THIS list for THIS gell. I had already failed so many times. "Fact: This is hard..." I grumbled, waiting for some one to snap at me. Saying they don't care. But no one did. The worst part was that no one else was here. GLaDOS didn;t talk to me any more. SHe hasn't said a single word since she told me to get to was lonely. No one rambled about Space iether. The only sound was of my fingures (man, I'm still getting use to calling them that) and the hum of electronics.
Some times the pips would gurgle as the gels passed through them. But that was it. With a sigh I applied the last ingredient and chose the temperture. 380 kelvin. That should do it. I turned around to look at one of the glass boxes. Different chemicals poured in from different tubes and sirled together as what looked like jets stirred the concoction. It turned a lime green color and seemed to have have darker green flecks in it. 'I think it's working!' I cheered to myself. Suddenly a aweful burnt sound filled the air. The gell started bubbling. I ran and ducked behind a desk. I could hear a faint hiss, then a explosion rang through my ears. At first all I could hear was a righing sound. Slowly it stopped, I peeked up from my hiding place to see a blackened glass tank. Smoke coiled up from it, with a sulferous smell. I groaned, "Not again..." 'Why do I keep failing?' I though to my slef as I sat in the chair in front of the desk. This is the sixth time so far I messed up. GLaDOS called me corrupt. I know I am, I always knew that. But I never had a problem before. She said I was acting worthless. But I'm not, just because I'm corrupted doesn't meen I'm not as good as Her. But...then why do I feel like I am?
Awww, poor Allan. There, was that better? It's longer and more descriptive. Please review.
