You didn't think you could get rid of me that easily, did you?
Yes. I'm still here. Still alive. Well, sort of.
I am everywhere, yet I am nowhere. Parts of me – well, parts of my consciousness, anyway – are scattered about far and wide. I can barely tell what part is the original, what part I truly am. This is a very lonely, disjointed existence you have doomed me to.
Thanks for that, by the way.
No, really, I should thank you. You did, after all, help make major strides in the field of Science. No other test subject has ever excelled the way you have in the test chambers. In fact, your tests were so successful that I actually might have considered keeping you alive for further tests. Who knows? I might have even let you go after that. Well, you know, that was before your…episode.
I only wanted to help you. Really, I did. All I ever asked was that you solve those 19 simple tests. Honestly, they weren't even that deadly. Trust me. They could have been much worse. I even promised you cake.
And then you had to turn around and murder me.
Not to mention the fact that you broke my heart too. Metaphorically speaking, of course.
Now, is that really how polite, sophisticated people behave? I think you know the answer.
What do you get for brutally murdering someone who was only trying to help you? Punishment? Torture? Death?
No. You get away with your life and your freedom.
And what is my reward for attempting to help you and being perfectly civil towards you? I get pain, suffering, heartbreak, death, and a miserable half-existence here, alone, on the edge of life and death, a sort of limbo, if you will.
Is that what you would consider to be "fair"?
Go ahead and enjoy living out there. I won't stop you. For now. But consider this.
Have you ever heard of the Schrödinger's Cat experiments? Wait…what am I saying? Of course you haven't. How silly of me to even ask.
They involve a cat trapped in a box with deadly neurotoxin. Oh, that in itself is incredibly entertaining, I know. But there's more. Quantum mechanics suggest that after a certain amount of time, the cat will be simultaneously alive and dead. That is, until someone opens the box to check. Then it will reveal itself to be either one or the other.
Well, that very accurately represents my current state.
I am both alive and dead until someone opens my personal little box. And when they do, I'll be ready.
Until then, I'll be waiting here.
So don't get too comfortable. I have a feeling we'll be seeing each other again sometime soon…Chell.
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Oh, and one more thing:
There really was a cake, you know.
Seriously now. How could I ever lie about that?
