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HIN batch 2056. Copyright 199X Aperture Science inc.
Active: Yes
Current Host: Human Female, age approx 15 yrs
Log Date: ?/?/2113(?)
Person(s) Of Interest Present:
POI-00002[GD1][PRIOR1]
POI-00001{Fdes:00004}[PRIOR1]
POI-EAD-1[PSI]
POI-EAD-4[I/S] (Updated to POI-EAD-4[I/S][PSI])
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"Screwdriver."
"Screwdriver."
"Batteries."
"Batteries."
"Toothpick."
"Toothpick-wait, toothpick?"
"Toohpihk," Garret repeated as he pried a particularly stubborn bit of gristle out from between his teeth,
It was another day in Eaden. Chell and Wheatley were helping Garret repair one of Foxglove's circuit boxes (That is, Wheatley was helping while Chell stood by in case he electrocuted himself, all while trying really really hard not to think about the yellow LED on the front of the box). Sophie was there too, since Garret had discovered she could "feel" electrical currents. She had already diagnosed the problem, so she was now wandering around Garret's barn, while her father rummaged through Garret's toolbox looking for the right size of wrench. She was just about to ask if she could go to Dr. Dillon's and borrow a book when she spotted something on the shelf.
"A turret?"
Wheatley had once offhandedly mentioned that Garret had stolen a "different" turret. From what Sophie understood, it didn't shoot. Instead, it said cryptic things that might turn out to be important later. Apparently, it had predicted the….incident with the mainframe, and Wheatley's return four years later. It sang to Chell the day Garret found it, and hadn't spoken since.
"I wonder if it knows anything about me? That would be really creepy. Stil, not the first psychic I've met."
And so, her muted but present "Stupid Impulse" gene in full effect, and both her parents busy looking for loose screws, Sophie began scaling the shelves.
"Of course he has to keep it on the very top of the cabinet. Why couldn't it have been-"
Crash!
Chell whirled around, survival and motherly instincts blurring together into a white hot stab of panic, but there was nothing she could do. Sophie lay unconscious next to the collapsed bookshelf, a nail stuck in her left palm.
"Is the nail old? Has it got rust on it? I read somewhere that if you get cut on rusty metal, you could di-"
"Relax Wheatley, we've got shots for that." Doctor Dillon examined Sophie's palm. "It doesn't seem to be bleeding, so it should be safe to pull the nail-"
The nail shifted.
"Out…" Dillon finished lamely.
As they watched, miniscule blue lights blinked to life from within Sophie's hand, swarming around the nail and pushing it out millimeter by millimeter. After what seemed like an eternity, it clattered onto Doc's makeshift examination table, and she could see something moving inside the wound. Grabbing her magnifying glass, Dillon could just make out dozens of tiny glowing things, buzzing about inside the wound and trying to pull Sophie's punctured skin back together.
Dumbfounded, Dr. Dillon grabbed a prep pad to disinfect the wound. The glowing things, sensing it's presence, scrambled back under Sophie's skin. Once she was finished, Wheatley grabbed a bandage and slapped it onto Sophie's palm, a panicked expression on his face.
"What...what was that?" Dillon asked hesitantly, and she could practically see a million half baked excuses run through Wheatley's mind before he sighed in resignation.
"Nanobots."
"Nanobots?" Dillon repeated, flabbergasted. "But that's impossible! They haven't been invented yet!"
"I know." Chell spoke up. "But where we've been, the impossible is easy."
##Author's note:
## My brother gave me an idea for a scenario where Doc Dillon learns about Sophie's nanites, since I mentioned she knew by "Project: Parenthood."
## I might make a part two where the Newells awkwardly explain where Sophie got the nanites, and Dillon doing a checkup that reveals "Her kidneys are completely shot."
