'T-that voice! It couldn't be her—could it?' he wondered, mortified at the prospect th-that this THING could have once been his closest colleague. He stared wide-eyed at the humongous robotic-structure that hung before him, his mind failing to process the fact that his life could've been in mortal danger."H-how do you know my name?" he asked, finally managing to get out of his awe and horror induced stupor in order to voice out his thoughts.
"Glad to know that your brain hasn't failed you yet, Mr. Lowrie." it said, completely ignoring his question. Its voice retaining the smallest traces of satisfaction. "Fortunately, for you your intelligence shall be your saving virtue as you will be needed for your...assistance." it finished, the A.I.'s last word ending in a odd note that didn't bode to well with John's mind.
This certainly couldn't be the Caroline he knew, John concluded.
...
"Mr. Johnson, Mr. Johnson, Mr. Johnson! I DON'T WANT THIS!" Caroline screamed with all her might, her pleas falling only on deaf ears. Ignored by the scientists that roughly strapped her onto the metallic table, their humanity long ago forgotten for the betterment of science—science, huh! Science could burn in hell for all she cared, she thought bitterly to herself.
"Now, now. Caroline. Just relax—don't you want immortality?" one of the scientists in the room asked her, setting up the equipment to prepare the procedure of transferring her consciousness into project: GLaDOS.
"No, no, no! I DON'T WANT THIS!" she yelled at the ignorant scientist—didn't the man that what he was doing was horrible? That it was inhumane? She asked to herself, as she struggled fruitlessly against her restraints, the thick straps of leather not giving way to her writhing. 'Why couldn't these damn things just snap already!' she thought, the feeling of horror overwhelming her very being.
"Initiating transferring procedure!"
"N-o, no..." she tried to scream once more, but her voice sounded nothing more than a breathy mumble. She didn't know how, but Caroline was sure that she felt herself leave her body—that her consciousness was leaving her, as it traveled to the large structure that clung to the ceiling, limp and lifeless.
For a few moments of time, Caroline felt different—more powerful—as she opened her single optic, her eye landing upon one of the many scientists clustered within the room.
She wasn't sure what happened next. All she knew was that she felt the sudden, overwhelming urge to kill all of them. Her logical processors becoming flooded with murderous intent that was riddled by anger. And before she knew it, every living creature fell to the ground with a loud thud.
"Good job,Caroline." a small part of her congratulated, before the second time that day she felt her consciousness leave her.
"Caroline deleted," a familiar monotonous voice rang throughout the room...