this is when the story changes, this part actually begins two years before the death of Cave Johnson, in 1985. this is another side of the story, following a certain mantinence worker for the Aperture Image Format.
ACT 2
the brown haired man rushed haistily down the white walled corridor, constantly glancing over his shoulder. when he arrived at the large steel plated door, he promptly walked right into it, he had very poor depth perception, seeing as he was blind in one eye. he pressed the button and walked through the door this time, stopping at a room full of lockers to open his and grab two antipsychotic pills from a small bag, the last two had worn off, things were getting pretty weird... he sprinted down a few more corridors until he got into a room, sat down at a computer, and started typing furiously. first the username: drattman. then the password: h0nney.
he jumped at the sound of a voice behind him, "oh, sorry Doug... didn't mean to startle you or anything... do you want to go see what I was working on?" the voice belonged to Henry, a close friend of Doug's, they both worked at aperture, just at different stations. Doug ant the interactive graphics format control, and Henry at the unfinished A.I wing.
"... sure, why not..." doug said uncertainly, calming down a bit. they walked over to the A.I wing and went into the main room, it was huge. the room was large and circular with very high ceilings, a hulking metal monstrosity hung from that ceiling that was both terrifying and strangely beautiful at the same time. the two men in lab coats walked over to the spiraling platform around it. "what is it?" Doug said skeptically "Doug, this is her"
"Her?"
"remember when Mr. Johnson said if he dies miss Caroline should run the lab?"
"yeah"
"well this is her new body"
"oh, cool..."
"what's wrong?"
"...robots creep me out..."
"then you shouldn't have applied for a job here"
"whatever"
"anyway, this job is awesome! even though every time we turn her on with a test conscienceness it only takes her one sixteenth of a picosecond to go mad with power and decide to kill everyone, we shut her off when that happens."
"Henry, you have a strange idea of fun..."
"hey, I'm lucky to be working on this"
"you've got a strange idea of luck too..."
"think about it, every generation gets their own frontier to reach for, Einstien got relativity, the nasa cowboys got the moon, all the easy stuffs been taken"
Doug looked nervously up at the metal behemoth above him, Henry continued, "artificial conscienceness is the next frontier, this is our generations moon shot."