GLaDOS's Story: Part C
Chapter One
I saw green and gray coming into focus from the white light, which faded into a grass field bordering a parking lot. My severed head plowed into the asphalt with the rest of my body parts following close behind, the heat of the scraping metal setting fire to the spilled kerosene and hydraulic fluid from my systems.
My head came to rest just short of the test subject that had launched the catastrophe, who lay on her stomach with her arms at her side. It was clear that neither of us could move from where we landed; I couldn't move because my body was ripped apart, and the test subject couldn't move because she'd lost a tremendous amount of blood.
A large hoop landed around my head as the Intelligence Dampener Core appeared and approached the test subject from behind, helmet donned and visor down.
He bent down and said in a distorted voice "Thank you for assuming the Party Escort Submission position" before grabbing her ankles and pulling her back toward the path down which he'd come.
He managed five tugs before flipping her on her back and dragging her by the shoulders, pausing only when a faint voice in the distance cried out "FREEDOM!"
The Intelligence Dampener Core vanished back into Aperture with the test subject, and I looked around as best I could to see from where the distant cry had come. I managed to catch a glimpse of a man in a dirty scientist's uniform, long and filthy black hair with a messy goatee, and carrying a Weighted Companion Cube. I recognized his dual-colored eyes as those of Doug Rattmann.
He disappeared in time for the Intelligence Dampener Core to return to where I was, along with the Adventure and Motivation Cores, who promptly began to pick up the pieces scattered in the parking lot.
I managed to provide the recovery team with a compact disc from my mouth with instructions for the party.