Rob woke up to the buzzing voice of a very annoying female AI core and an inky blackness.

"Hello there big boy," the AI chattered in what was supposed to be a flirtatious tone. "You come here often?"

"A compassion core?" Rob asked the world in general. "Please tell me its here by mistake."

"No, it has been copied and downloaded to your new body to ensure loyalty, it should activate in a few minutes," GLaDOS said cheerfully.

"Running systems check," another voice buzzed in his head. "Compassion core download successful, target of artificial affection set to AI core: GLaDOS, level of affection set to change as needed."

"Run senses check," commanded GLaDOS.

"Sound receptors online, optic sensors on standby, touch sensors online, balancing gyroscopes on standby, all systems ready for operation."

"Engage all systems."

The inky blackness cleared as Robs new optic sensor kicked in.

He was still on the operating table, GLaDOS was looking over him expectantly, surgical saw still out. To his left was the pink eyed compassion core, which was connected to him by a long cable.

Rob could feel the new weight of his body as he got off of the table and stumbled to a nearby mirror.

His right arm was now entirely robotic, a steel frame that contained an infinite amount of wires and servos. His left eye was now a multi setting optic sensor. His legs from the knee down were also now robotic, powerful hydraulics covered in reinforced Longfall boots.

The Compassion core broke the silence, "Hey handsome," it chirped. "How about we go find some quiet plaaaaa…" the core was interrupted by GLaDOS' mechanical arm grabbing it and throwing it into the incinerator.

"Activate compassion core," said GLaDOS as if nothing had happened."

"Activating compassion core," droned the voice in his head. "Setting affection level to "obsessed"."

Then a new voice boomed in his head, "GLaDOS is intelligent," it began. "GLaDOS is witty, GLaDOS is beautiful, GLaDOS is all that matters, love GLaDOS."

Rob went to his knees at the sudden explosion of thoughts.

"Having trouble adjusting to artificial thoughts?" asked GLaDOS. "You get used to it after awhile… or you just go insane and wind up gibbering cultic fraises and sacrificing young women to Cuthulu, believe me, I've seen both happen."

Knowing that resistance would only make the core scream louder, he relaxed, letting the thoughts wash over him.

"Affection level exceeding tolerance limit," droned the voice in his head. "Setting affection level to "in love"."

"Very clever," said GLaDOS. "It took me only a few milliseconds less to figure that out." "Now then, now that you are fully operational, I have a little job for you."