Sorry, short chapters for you all, cause I'm recovering from having wisdom teeth out and can't quite think straight...I already had this written, but I may not have an update for next week.
Anyway, I don't own Portal, and enjoy the chapter!
"What…is…THAT…?" GLaDOS asked flatly.
The test subject was, for lack of a better term, dead.
Cryostasis had preserved her body, (around her early twenties) for over two centuries, but not perfectly.
There had been a conversion gel leak in the vault, and a crack in the cryostasis casing.
Years and years ago, some scientist's negligence had caused the glass on the top of the case to be fractured, which, in later years, when the conversion gel pipe overhead had also gotten cracked and had begun dripping into the casing, had caused the test subject's death by moon-rock poisoning.
It has also dyed her waist-length hair (which was tied up in a bun above her head) a stark white.
"Brilliant." GLaDOS said sarcastically as Chell carried the limp body over, "Not only will I blend in PERFECTLY, but we'll also be able to open portals on my head if the need arises. Which I assure you, it WON'T." She added, recognizing the troublesome gleam in Chell's eye. "Now put the body over there."
The former test subject pouted slightly at that, but obligingly carried the body over to the transfer station that GLaDOS had set up.
"Why that one, I have to ask…?"
Chell shrugged, arranging the limbs carefully on the table, noticing that GLaDOS had gathered some equipment together.
She wasn't really sure.
Maybe it was because it suited GLaDOS.
Perhaps because it was the only one that still somewhat represented a human instead of a decomposing mass of flesh and bone.
But most of all, because the test subject was small, and it was easy for Chell to bring her body over to the main chamber in a rush.
"Alright, so here's the plan." GLaDOS started as Chell turned back to her, "I'm going to put this whole facility in lock-down and auto-upkeep - aka 'Safe Mode'- put myself in there," she nodded toward the human body, "and upload a turret into my mainframe. After this, you are to make sure that we both get out of here alive. I've equipped the portal gun with a turret function. It can shoot bullets, and shouldn't run out for about 500 rounds. That belt there has about 900 refills for it when it DOES run out – and trust me it will, because ANY Black Mesa scum I see is being SHOT – but other than that, I think we're set."
Chell nodded once solemnly in agreement, trying her best to keep a straight face.
Cave Johnson must have really hated Black Mesa…
GLaDOS let out a mechanical sigh.
"I had really hoped not to have to resort to this…"
There was some beeping, as the AI made a last few adjustments to the program.
"Alright…that should be it…" GLaDOS said, "Initiating consciousness transfer in three…two…one…"
Chell winced as a bright light and a loud static-like noise filled the chamber.
When the spots had cleared from her vision and her ears had stopped ringing, Chell looked up at the AI.
Her chassis hung limp, as if the very life had been sucked from them.
A slight movement said otherwise.
The former test subject watched as the optic flickered, the color fading from gold to a more red shade.
The robot suddenly sprung up, coiling around to face Chell.
"I see you~"
Chell flung herself behind the nearest piece of furniture on instinct.
However, there were no gunshots fired, and before the turret could say anything else, Chell heard a moan from across the chamber.
That's all I've got. Sorry again.
Reviews are appreciated, happy holidays, and thanks for reading!
~KageTora no Tsume
