Fact

To put it nicely, Craig Haines was antisocial.

Haughty, stuck up, and pretentious, he was not very well liked among his colleagues at Aperture, and that was exactly how he liked it. The more they left him alone, the better. It allowed him to do what he loved: develop Aperture's artificial intelligence.

He was only 23 when he helped create the turrets, and his invention of the "empathy dampener" proved vital when they found that emotional turrets were reluctant to fire on subjects. From there, he was handpicked by Cave Johnson himself, on his deathbed, to develop GLaDOS, the most advanced and sophisticated A.I in the world. Craig had retreated to the solitude of his office, working night and day on brain mapping, successfully transferring the consciousness of a rat into a crude device. Out of all his colleagues, he had been the most successful.

But they were all too late.

Cave Johnson had died just as the breakthrough happened, lunar poisoning finally taking its toll. As per his request, there had been no real funeral, just a simple gathering of those he was closest to (which basically boiled down to about three relatives, Caroline Turner, and that odd quiet daughter of hers). The rest of the scientists kept working, the new goal being to put Caroline into GLaDOS.

Some of them questioned the morality of it. Craig wasn't one of those people. Frankly, he didn't really care. He didn't hate his fellow man, he just found more joy in logical thinking and science, and if someone had to die for science to proceed, so be it.

Four cores were made at first. The first, Curiosity, had been a success. The next two had been complete failures, corrupted from the moment of activation. It had proved very stressful, and Craig had gotten little sleep. After all, when you're counted on by everyone in the company, you can't afford sleep. Morality had worked. It allowed them to leave GLaDOS on and observe her behavior, and for a good month, the facility ran smoothly.

"Isn't it beautiful, Craig?" Tom, the head scientist, was probably the person Craig liked the most. He clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Most of this is thanks to you and that big brain of yours. We owe you one."

Craig shrugged slightly, staring at it. "I guess. It still shows some aggression, more cores may be needed."

Tom sighed. "But who else could we find to fill one up?"

He just shrugged.

Truth was, she WAS beautiful.

Aperture never really shut down at night. Though most of the scientists went home around 9 pm, machinery continued their duties all through the night, with a few people to oversee them. It wasn't unusual for Craig to be working at this time.

But it was unusual for him to NOT be.

Slipping silently past the security cameras, Craig made his way determinedly towards GLaDOS's chamber, his heart beating fast. She had been turned off for the night, mostly to conserve energy, and her prone figure hung limp from the ceiling. Craig's smile widened. "Hello there…" He ran a hand over her core processor, mesmerized. "You'd probably kill me if you were awake right now." The thought just excited him more. This being, this entity, was powerful enough to kill whoever she wanted, and he had created her.

It became a ritual, so much so that Craig stopped working during the day altogether. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered if maybe he had finally lost his mind, preferring her company over flesh and blood humans, but he didn't care. Sitting on the floor of her chamber, Craig would work tirelessly, creating more and more cores, and talking to her about how wonderful and calculatingly brilliant she was. Craig knew that at least part of her heard him; After all, even when shut down, GLaDOS had security cameras installed for her safety. It was only a matter of time before someone, anyone, would discover him.

"She's asking for neurotoxin."

Tom and the other scientists had called a mandatory meeting for everyone at Aperture, and despite his protests, Craig found himself surrounded by stupid fleshy humans. He was tired and irritable, barely paying attention until her name came up.

Tom was smiling nervously, crumpling the sides of the papers in his hand. "GLaDOS wants to try the Schrödinger's Cat experiment with it. Now, I know we've had problems with her in the past, but I don't see what harm it could do to let her. Ideas?"

Doug Rattmann raised his hand, nervously shaking. "I c-can't believe you're even considering this. She wants to kill us!" Craig sneered slightly. Doug was a whimpering pathetic excuse for a scientist.

"I, well, I have to agree", Gregory Wheatley chimed in, also looking anxious and scared. Pathetic fools, the pair of them. "Even with her as calm as she is now, what's to stop her from using the neurotoxin against us?"

The other scientist murmured their agreements, and Craig sighed loudly and stood up. "Listen you poor excuses for men of science, the neurotoxin NEEDS to be tested and improved. If you're so worried about her behavior, I'll make another core to keep her on the right track."

Tom shook his head. "Are you sure it'll work?"

"Trust me."

Dear esteemed colleagues,

Since none of you have the intelligence or courage to do this yourselves, I had no choice but to put myself in the core. I'm disappointed in you.

Craig T. Haines

He left the note by the core. By the next morning, GLaDOS would killed 64% of the scientists with the neurotoxin that Craig connected for her. They would find him, lying on the floor of her chamber, while the core did nothing but state absurd facts.

Fact: The fact sphere is the most intelligent sphere.