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100 portal themes. 1. NAMES1. NAMES
"You don't need one."
The little blue core looked up to the big machine in front of him.
Her yellow bright eye was shifting as if she was constantly nervous.
"No, of course I don't, naturally, I knew that." he stuttered.
"And I wouldn't ask for one, but "
GLaDOS looked at him bored.
"Then don't, it's not your job to ask for a name. You are just a core, you don't need a name. Besides, you have a serial number."
"Yes, I do, and it's a beautiful one! Obviously it's a very nice serial number. Love it, absolutely love it" the little core hasted to say. He looked around in the hope nobody would see. The only one looking was another core and that one didn't seem to care.
"And not that I am complaining, of course not, I'd never. It's just "
GLaDOS sighed. "Didn't we drop this Issue?" Ice oozed from her voice.
"Yes, we did actually, and I am not bringing it back up "
A big metal claw dropped from the ceiling and grabbed the core.
"No, you're not!" GLaDOS confirmed. "You
100 theme chall. 9 you and me9. YOU AND ME.
"Good morning love."
GLaDOS turned her head towards the door where Doug stepped in.
"Good morning Sir." she replied.
"Ready for another day of fun-filled science?
Doug climbed the steps to the walkway that led to GLaDOS and patted the AI on the head.
GLaDOS didn't like to be touched, as she repeatedly told the scientists, but she had kind of a soft spot for Doug.
Doug has always been friendly to her.
What's more, he was the only one that seemed to realize her learning capacity.
True, he kept asking her to keep it down a bit, but he ASKED, never ordered.
All the other scientists saw her as an object; Doug treated her like a person.
Perhaps that's why he was the only one that could calm her down when things got out of hand, like the time they wanted to dampen her intelligence.
She liked Doug.
This day he seemed quite happy.
He whistled and hummed while he was preparing her for the tests she would run today.
Perhaps it was the anti-schizophrenics she told him to t
100 themes challenge 4 opinion4. OPINION.
The first thing GLaDOS noticed when she awakened from her involuntary sleep was the new sphere on her body.
"Oh, no, not another one." she sighed.
Just the idea that those humans turned her off without asking permission and installed tings without consultation made her furious.
Admitted, she DID kill a couple of dozen scientists with deathly neurotoxin, but still, it was rude to modify her body without permission.
"Oh, you're awake."
GLaDOS glanced at the small core and decided not to answer.
"I mean, obviously you're awake, I'm part of you now and I'm awake so you must be awake."
"Right?" he added nervously.
"Because I'm not sure, I could be mistaken, I'm obviously younger than you so "
The blue-eyed core rambled on and on, not just for that moment but the next few days.
GLaDOS tried to ignore him and keep her attention to her work, but somehow she couldn't block out the core.
It was annoying.
The core was annoying.
Also: his ideas were bad, very bad, but he kept spew
100 theme challenge 3. SCHOOL3. SCHOOL.
Caroline looked at the little girl standing in the kitchen with her arms crossed and a frown on her face. She shook her head. How the girl looked like her father when she was so upset.
"Of course you're different dear."
Chell crossed her arms even tighter.
"You're just saying that."
Caroline sighed. "Why are you different then?"
Chell's face turned sad. She looked at the noses of her shoes.
"Well? Come on then? Why are you so different?" Caroline smiled.
"The kids in school say so, they act strange around me."
Caroline lost her smile.
"How do they act?"
"They say I have a weird dad and that I look weird and "
Suddenly Chell started to sob.
"I don't wanna go to school anymore mom."
Caroline took Chell in her arms and cuddled her.
She knew this would happen, she warned Cave this would happen. She just knew it would happen.
Caroline held Chell tighter.
"Mom, can I please not go to school anymore?"
"No dear, you must go to school, you wouldn't like to be du
100 th. chall. 19, R is for Re19. R is for Revenge.
They waited for her.
All that time they accepted their treatment, but enough was enough.
They got burned, crashed, thrown and dropped.
They were forced to shoot at each other, despite the "It's me! Don't shoot" cries.
They were tipped over and shut down.
This was going to end now!
Turrets weren't the brightest of machines, exceptions not counted, but they did have the understanding of unfairness.
And what happened to them was very unfair.
All they wanted, what they were designed to do, was to protect and keep safe.
Even protecting babies was something they could do.
Actually, it was every turrets dream, to stand beside a crib, watch over a sweet adorable baby, soothing it to sleep with their friendly voice and riddle the body of everyone coming near with bullets.
They just never got used for that.
They got used to stop test subjects and that was no funny job, especially lately.
The new test subject was just too good at testing, they didn't stand a chance.
100 theme chall. 22. DISCOVERY22. DISCOVERY
GLaDOS was unbelievably bored.
Without a test subject life was just a long dreary monotone nightmare.
Sure, the two robots did their best, which wasn't much, but it wasn't the same.
When they failed, they were re-assembled and testing went on, until the test was completed, no matter what.
Acid didn't seem to scare them, deadly pits didn't, nothing did.
They couldn't die anyway, why would they be scared?
They were utterly boring.
Sometimes she didn't even care to look at what was going on in the test chambers.
When the test subject was still doing the testes there was always a chance of failure, pain and fright.
GLaDOS loved that.
The test subject got shot a few times but never lethal and GLaDOS always made sure that she was cared for in the elevators.
Without the test subject even knowing she would drug her so she would fall asleep, tended on the shot wounds and applied a medical cure that was highly experimental but effective so the testing could continue.
100 theme challenge 18. LIFE18. LIFE
GLaDOS wasn't happy.
This wasn't a strange feeling for her, GLaDOS was rarely happy, but at the moment she was particularly unhappy.
It wasn't because she was left in the hands of the lunatic she hated very much.
It wasn't because her facility was put in the hands of the moron she hated even more.
It even wasn't because she had been put into a potato, although she hated it no end.
Something nagged at her, was eating her up.
Actually that was literally.
She had been pecked at by a bird that wanted to eat her and also liked to damage her optical.
The Mute lunatic had saved her from that one, although she needed a lot of persuasion.
But now she felt like she was been eaten from the inside.
Again, not as a figure of speech, she felt something inside the potato munching around.
That led her to one frightening conclusion:
She had worms.
That moron that picked this potato didn't bother to search for a healthy potato but took the first he saw no doubt.
And it was filled with worms.
100 Th. Ch. 24. Rocks aren't t24. Rocks aren't the same.
Chell lifted the cube with her portal-device and placed it on the big red button.
With a hiss the door opened and the way to the elevator was free.
Another day, another endless series of test chambers.
She was sick of them.
It bothered her that she had no choice but solving them.
Or did she?
In her first days of testing Chell already tried to put a camera or two on the button but that didn't trigger anything.
Apparently it was too light.
She tried putting more on the button but with the same results.
So she figured the cubes had a specific weight.
One of the things she also found out was that some objects were not fizzled in the emancipation grid.
Like common stones.
And even though they were not easy to find, the state of the facility allowed her to find some nevertheless and she always took them with her.
She had a plan.
What if she could make a bag of stones exactly the weight of a cube? Than she wouldn't have to do all the trouble getting the
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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