Doug Rattmann reached through the open window and picked the lock to the A.I control room from the inside, he did all of this expertly, as if he had done this a thousand times, which he had. He stood in the circular room, alone, save for the giant robot hanging from the ceiling, but she wasn't activated right now so it was okay. Doug never really liked the robot, but he trusted it. it was the only one who knew his secret.
when Sylvia finally did enter, she walked in casually, as if it were perfectly normal to be going to work on the A.I chamber at three o-clock in the morning. she walked over to Doug and kissed him for a while, not moving, as if time were frozen. it had been like this for almost a year now, they would sneak out every other night or so and meet secretly in the chamber, then they would walk around, or watch the testing and see if they could solve it before the subjects. they usually did. every once in a while they would turn GLaDOS on and try to stump the test A.I with a riddle, after GLaDOS told them the answer before they could finish a few times, Doug would kill it with a paradox and they would laugh at her for a while.
Sylvia had worked at aperture labs for three more years than Doug, she was hired in 1982. Doug didn't know that much of her past, so it came as a total suprize when on one of their dates -when they were at Sylvia's employee apartment- Doug found a 'girls of aperture science' calendar, dated 1983. He looked around to see if Sylvia was still in the kitchen making them drinks, then quickly flipped through the pages, some of them were people he knew, one of them worked in his department, a few of them he didn't know. when he got to the month of November he couldn't believe what he was seeing. There was Sylvia, in a swimsuit and lab coat, with a sentry turret (because Sylvia worked in the A.I department, Doug assumed that she helped design the sentry's, it would probably make sense). Doug decided that he was going to have to bring this up during one of their conversations. He heard Sylvia walking into the room and, quick as a flash, hid the calendar under one of the sofa cushions. he was too nervous that night to even bring it up, so he took it back to his apartment and hid it under his bed.
the next day they saw each other, Doug decided to confront her about it. "... Sylvia, I know about the-" the end of the sentence was only in-comprehensive mumbling.
"you know about what?"
"the... um... secret A.I project?... yeah thats it! the secret project!"
"Doug," she sighed deeply "there is no project, what are you being so awkward about?"
"I... uh... I LEFT THE OVEN IN MY APARTMENT ON!" and with that he ran out of the chamber, down the hall, and knocked himself unconscious by running into the door.
when Doug finally awoke, he was in an employee apartment, but it wasn't his. he heard the sound of running water suddenly stop. several seconds later, Sylvia walked in, wearing only a bleached white towel with the aperture logo printed on it wrapped around her. It was all Doug could do to stay calm and keep his composure. When he finally did speak, it was uncertain and nervous. "wh- why am I in your apartment, and why are you not wearing any clothes?" Sylvia responded in a soothing tone. "I followed you back to your apartment to get you to tell me what you were going to say, then I found you unconscious in the hallway so I brought you back here"
"oh, I get it now" Doug stated, now realizing how he got there. when he actually took a look around him, he realized he was in Sylvia's bed. "um... if I'm in your bed, then where did you sleep? and I know it wasn't the couch because yours is too small"
"well, when I found you, I carried you back here. after I put you in my bed, I just kinda' crawled in next to you and fell asleep"
"oh... uh..." Doug stammered, his cheeks turning a faint shade of crimson.
"what's wrong? oh yeah, happy one-year anniversary" she went into the other room and returned with a box.
"it's our anniversary?"
"yeah, it is... and its your birthday..."
"it's my birthday?"