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_Cave Johnson ask blog, tracks #caveprime_ I'm Cave Johnson, CEO and founder of Aperture Science! Any questions? Good. We're done here.

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Hold on- what's this about now? You're Cave Johnson?? I'm Cave Johnson!

I’m Cave Johnson! From Earth Prime! Chariots Chariots!

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What.

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Rick was looking through his test results. This was the fifth time in the month he had done them, and he didn't want to stop. "Mr. Johnson!" he yelled. "The results are in, I didn' break my ankles this time, in fact we broke the record." (Cowardly Core)

Cave Johnson stood curiously at the door, taking in the test subjects words before responding. “Broke a record, eh?” He stepped over to Rick and leaned over, eyeing the results. “How’d ya manage that?”

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Cave looked up and offered his friendly yet intimidating smirk, nod, and motioned Rick to the door. Part of him wanted to tell the kid what exactly he was getting into, but the other part of him knew to keep quiet and take any help that Aperture could get.

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Rick was looking through his test results. This was the fifth time in the month he had done them, and he didn't want to stop. "Mr. Johnson!" he yelled. "The results are in, I didn' break my ankles this time, in fact we broke the record." (Cowardly Core)

Cave Johnson stood curiously at the door, taking in the test subjects words before responding. “Broke a record, eh?” He stepped over to Rick and leaned over, eyeing the results. “How’d ya manage that?”

[cowardlycore-blog]

He didn’t want to interrupt Cave reading the file, but the silence was killing him. He cleared his throat quietly. “So, Mr. Johnson.” he began. He didn’t know what to say, he looked around, he found a picture of Cave and Caroline. “Who did you have paint your portrait?”

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Cave stared at the files as he nodded, barely listening. “Painting, right…” He hadn’t actually heard the question, so he just assumed Rick had complimented the painting hung in the room. After a few more moments of silence, he set down the file, eyes piercing Ricks. “Now about a new position,” he started. “What exactly are you looking for?”

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Not daring to ask the Founder the same question twice, or sass him for that matter he answered. “Well sir, I’d really enjoy somethin’ in the robotics department. S’what I got a degree in an’ I’ve always been real good with my hands.” he cursed himself silently. That wasn’t how he wanted to word that. “I can fix up a broken robot, or stop one that’s malfucntionin’.”

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"Ah," Cave Johnson gave it some thought. With all of these workers in testing, there was never much progress in other departments. He wished he could lie to himself a little longer and say the company was going to get better, but he knew it wasn’t. Cave knew there was some old projects they gave up on in the last years, some of which could be salvaged with enough work. With that final thought, he nodded. "I suppose there’s a place I could put you in, working with some old projects."

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He perked up. “Old projects sir?” He knew there were some experiments with robots and humans that were expensive as hell and had to be shut down. “I’d love to sir. Anythin’ to help the company.”

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"Well, we'll just have to see how you do," he said as he tapped the files neatly on the desk, standing up. "Thought, seeing his tough you are, it shouldn't be an issue."

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Rick was looking through his test results. This was the fifth time in the month he had done them, and he didn't want to stop. "Mr. Johnson!" he yelled. "The results are in, I didn' break my ankles this time, in fact we broke the record." (Cowardly Core)

Cave Johnson stood curiously at the door, taking in the test subjects words before responding. “Broke a record, eh?” He stepped over to Rick and leaned over, eyeing the results. “How’d ya manage that?”

[cowardlycore-blog]

He didn’t want to interrupt Cave reading the file, but the silence was killing him. He cleared his throat quietly. “So, Mr. Johnson.” he began. He didn’t know what to say, he looked around, he found a picture of Cave and Caroline. “Who did you have paint your portrait?”

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Cave stared at the files as he nodded, barely listening. “Painting, right…” He hadn’t actually heard the question, so he just assumed Rick had complimented the painting hung in the room. After a few more moments of silence, he set down the file, eyes piercing Ricks. “Now about a new position,” he started. “What exactly are you looking for?”

[cowardlycore-blog]

Not daring to ask the Founder the same question twice, or sass him for that matter he answered. “Well sir, I’d really enjoy somethin’ in the robotics department. S’what I got a degree in an’ I’ve always been real good with my hands.” he cursed himself silently. That wasn’t how he wanted to word that. “I can fix up a broken robot, or stop one that’s malfucntionin’.”

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"Ah," Cave Johnson gave it some thought. With all of these workers in testing, there was never much progress in other departments. He wished he could lie to himself a little longer and say the company was going to get better, but he knew it wasn't. Cave knew there was some old projects they gave up on in the last years, some of which could be salvaged with enough work. With that final thought, he nodded. "I suppose there's a place I could put you in, working with some old projects."

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Rick was looking through his test results. This was the fifth time in the month he had done them, and he didn't want to stop. "Mr. Johnson!" he yelled. "The results are in, I didn' break my ankles this time, in fact we broke the record." (Cowardly Core)

Cave Johnson stood curiously at the door, taking in the test subjects words before responding. “Broke a record, eh?” He stepped over to Rick and leaned over, eyeing the results. “How’d ya manage that?”

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Rick had followed him silently, having an internal battle with himself. Should he be ready for the worst or the best? Or something else entirely? He didn’t know. “Yessir.” he entered the office and sat down. “What was it you were gonna tell me?”

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He sat behind his desk and watched Rick sit, reaching around for a set of files from a drawer. “You’re lucky I like you, kid,” he began to flip through papers, barely watching Rick. With that, he stopped talking and began to read some of Ricks files, expecting the boy to make conversation.

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He didn’t want to interrupt Cave reading the file, but the silence was killing him. He cleared his throat quietly. “So, Mr. Johnson.” he began. He didn’t know what to say, he looked around, he found a picture of Cave and Caroline. “Who did you have paint your portrait?”

[cave-prime-blog]

Cave stared at the files as he nodded, barely listening. "Painting, right..." He hadn't actually heard the question, so he just assumed Rick had complimented the painting hung in the room. After a few more moments of silence, he set down the file, eyes piercing Ricks. "Now about a new position," he started. "What exactly are you looking for?"

[jekyllryou-hydebakura]

What kind of "charactershaming" sign would you hang around my muse's neck?

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Rick was looking through his test results. This was the fifth time in the month he had done them, and he didn't want to stop. "Mr. Johnson!" he yelled. "The results are in, I didn' break my ankles this time, in fact we broke the record." (Cowardly Core)

Cave Johnson stood curiously at the door, taking in the test subjects words before responding. “Broke a record, eh?” He stepped over to Rick and leaned over, eyeing the results. “How’d ya manage that?”

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Any other time Rick would have been scared out of his mind that he was about to be fired. Now it was more excitement about finally getting to live his dream. “Sir, lead the way.” he said as calmly as he could. He wasn’t very worried, but he did just get in an accident, they didn’t need accident prone people. He was trying to be hopeful.

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"Of course," he started to walk and expected the other to follow, hands in his suit pockets. He wasn’t up to giving just any job to the kid, but he liked his determination and dedication to the company. After many catwalks, twists and turns, and stairs, he passed his secretaries desk and pushed open the door to his own office. "Have a seat."

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Rick had followed him silently, having an internal battle with himself. Should he be ready for the worst or the best? Or something else entirely? He didn’t know. “Yessir.” he entered the office and sat down. “What was it you were gonna tell me?”

[cave-prime-blog]

He sat behind his desk and watched Rick sit, reaching around for a set of files from a drawer. "You're lucky I like you, kid," he began to flip through papers, barely watching Rick. With that, he stopped talking and began to read some of Ricks files, expecting the boy to make conversation.

[cave-prime-blog]

Rick was looking through his test results. This was the fifth time in the month he had done them, and he didn't want to stop. "Mr. Johnson!" he yelled. "The results are in, I didn' break my ankles this time, in fact we broke the record." (Cowardly Core)

Cave Johnson stood curiously at the door, taking in the test subjects words before responding. “Broke a record, eh?” He stepped over to Rick and leaned over, eyeing the results. “How’d ya manage that?”

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Excited Rick puffed his chest a bit. “Well, Ah did originally apply for Robotics, somehow was hired onto the paperwork side of the company, and the only real action ever happened was with the tests themselves.” he’d only gotten the job he thought because of his degree, but when he started pushing papers it made him think they just needed fodder. “Ah’ve always had an intrest in ‘em.”

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Cave nodded in thought. Maybe pulling this guy out

was worthwhile. “Well we need more of pretty much anything, and I’ve seen how hard ya work,” he clapped his hand on the others shoulder, nodding. “We need more guys like you. Why don’t ya come down to my office and we can have a chat.”

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Any other time Rick would have been scared out of his mind that he was about to be fired. Now it was more excitement about finally getting to live his dream. “Sir, lead the way.” he said as calmly as he could. He wasn’t very worried, but he did just get in an accident, they didn’t need accident prone people. He was trying to be hopeful.

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"Of course," he started to walk and expected the other to follow, hands in his suit pockets. He wasn't up to giving just any job to the kid, but he liked his determination and dedication to the company. After many catwalks, twists and turns, and stairs, he passed his secretaries desk and pushed open the door to his own office. "Have a seat."

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Where’s Greg when you need him.

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Where do you think Greg is.

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Wha-…. What’s that supposed ta mean?

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He’s in his office doing paperwork, duh.

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Well send him up, I need him.

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Rick was looking through his test results. This was the fifth time in the month he had done them, and he didn't want to stop. "Mr. Johnson!" he yelled. "The results are in, I didn' break my ankles this time, in fact we broke the record." (Cowardly Core)

Cave Johnson stood curiously at the door, taking in the test subjects words before responding. “Broke a record, eh?” He stepped over to Rick and leaned over, eyeing the results. “How’d ya manage that?”

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He sighed. He knew the company was going under, he didn’t know why, their products were being bought up, and the gels had done wonderfully in testing. “There must be somthin I can do.” he plead. He thought he might be acting like a child but he didn’t care, he’d put his life into aperture.

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He smiled and pushed himself to a stand, dusting off his suit. “Well, my boy,” he thought for a second. He technically was supposed to sent him home after injury, but this kid was dedicated. “If you think you’re… Up to it, I could find a place for you to work. Depends on what else ya do besides… Test.”

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Excited Rick puffed his chest a bit. “Well, Ah did originally apply for Robotics, somehow was hired onto the paperwork side of the company, and the only real action ever happened was with the tests themselves.” he’d only gotten the job he thought because of his degree, but when he started pushing papers it made him think they just needed fodder. “Ah’ve always had an intrest in ‘em.”

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Cave nodded in thought. Maybe pulling this guy out was worthwhile. "Well we need more of pretty much anything, and I've seen how hard ya work," he clapped his hand on the others shoulder, nodding. "We need more guys like you. Why don't ya come down to my office and we can have a chat."

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Where’s Greg when you need him.

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Where do you think Greg is.

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Wha-.... What's that supposed ta mean?

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Where's Greg when you need him.

[toothanddraw]

Rattmann and Companion Cube!

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Rick was looking through his test results. This was the fifth time in the month he had done them, and he didn't want to stop. "Mr. Johnson!" he yelled. "The results are in, I didn' break my ankles this time, in fact we broke the record." (Cowardly Core)

Cave Johnson stood curiously at the door, taking in the test subjects words before responding. “Broke a record, eh?” He stepped over to Rick and leaned over, eyeing the results. “How’d ya manage that?”

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Rick put his hand to his head. “That explains…quite a bit…” his head was killing him. “Can I try it again?” he asked hopeful, he knew he’d tried to get around the entire point of the test, but he was trying to impress Cave. He’d been on the lower level research most of his career, he wanted into the robotics section, he wanted into the experimental wing. “I think I’in do it.”

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A smile came to his face but he shook his head. Man, this guy was determined. “We’ll have to see, kid. Ya got a concussion n’ according to contract, I can’t let ya test ‘till it passes. Can’t get a lawsuit n’ what not,” He inspected Rick for any further injuries quickly, a part of him wanted to throw him back into the chamber anyway. But he was so tight in money already, he couldn’t take chances.

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He sighed. He knew the company was going under, he didn’t know why, their products were being bought up, and the gels had done wonderfully in testing. “There must be somthin I can do.” he plead. He thought he might be acting like a child but he didn’t care, he’d put his life into aperture.

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He smiled and pushed himself to a stand, dusting off his suit. "Well, my boy," he thought for a second. He technically was supposed to sent him home after injury, but this kid was dedicated. "If you think you're... Up to it, I could find a place for you to work. Depends on what else ya do besides... Test."

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Rick was looking through his test results. This was the fifth time in the month he had done them, and he didn't want to stop. "Mr. Johnson!" he yelled. "The results are in, I didn' break my ankles this time, in fact we broke the record." (Cowardly Core)

Cave Johnson stood curiously at the door, taking in the test subjects words before responding. “Broke a record, eh?” He stepped over to Rick and leaned over, eyeing the results. “How’d ya manage that?”

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Slowly opening his eyes Rick looked at the figure holding him. “What…the hell?” he asked. He woke up suddenly, moving out of the others grip. “The test!?” he yelled. Looking around he sighed. “Did I pass it? I don’t remember walking through the door…”

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"Ya didn’t pass the test, son," he said flatly, sitting on his knees besides Rick. "You hit the wall face first and passed out, actually."

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Rick put his hand to his head. “That explains…quite a bit…” his head was killing him. “Can I try it again?” he asked hopeful, he knew he’d tried to get around the entire point of the test, but he was trying to impress Cave. He’d been on the lower level research most of his career, he wanted into the robotics section, he wanted into the experimental wing. “I think I’in do it.”

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A smile came to his face but he shook his head. Man, this guy was determined. "We'll have to see, kid. Ya got a concussion n' according to contract, I can't let ya test 'till it passes. Can't get a lawsuit n' what not," He inspected Rick for any further injuries quickly, a part of him wanted to throw him back into the chamber anyway. But he was so tight in money already, he couldn't take chances.

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Rick was looking through his test results. This was the fifth time in the month he had done them, and he didn't want to stop. "Mr. Johnson!" he yelled. "The results are in, I didn' break my ankles this time, in fact we broke the record." (Cowardly Core)

Cave Johnson stood curiously at the door, taking in the test subjects words before responding. “Broke a record, eh?” He stepped over to Rick and leaned over, eyeing the results. “How’d ya manage that?”

[cowardlycore-blog]

Rick nodded at where he thought the observation chamber was, he was never sure, the glass looked like panels on this side. He looked at the middle of the room. He was a decent jumper, but not that good. He looked behind him and saw a launch plate, he would land on one of the unstable panels, he had to figure out how to get off before he could try the button.

"Hm…Maybe…" he looked over at the exit. It was a ways away, but if he could somehow angle the launch panel and jumped at just the right time, he wouldn’t even need the gels. He went to the panel, examining it.

"There is no way to turn this damn thing…I’ll have to angle the shit outta my jump…" He sighed, he turned around, angling himself and as soon as he stepped on the panel he jumped.

It didn’t work. He had made it to the exit but he’d jumped too late, slamming himself into the wall, his arm dangling toward the acid. He was out cold.

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Cave stood up quickly, eyes widening as Rick slammed into the wall. “Oh,” He shook his head and started to leave the room, there would be workers to clean up and move him later. But he stopped right outside the doorway and peered back out the glass at the chamber. Somewhere in him he felt bad, the poor guy really had some motivation for testing. With a final thought and a loud sigh, Cave marched down to testing. — "Rick?" He shook the man after dragging him to the catwalk between the 2nd and 3rd test chambers, waiting a while for him to snap back to consciousness.

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Slowly opening his eyes Rick looked at the figure holding him. “What…the hell?” he asked. He woke up suddenly, moving out of the others grip. “The test!?” he yelled. Looking around he sighed. “Did I pass it? I don’t remember walking through the door…”

[cave-prime-blog]

"Ya didn't pass the test, son," he said flatly, sitting on his knees besides Rick. "You hit the wall face first and passed out, actually."

[cave-prime-blog]

Rick was looking through his test results. This was the fifth time in the month he had done them, and he didn't want to stop. "Mr. Johnson!" he yelled. "The results are in, I didn' break my ankles this time, in fact we broke the record." (Cowardly Core)

Cave Johnson stood curiously at the door, taking in the test subjects words before responding. “Broke a record, eh?” He stepped over to Rick and leaned over, eyeing the results. “How’d ya manage that?”

[cowardlycore-blog]

Looking around Rick tensed. This was going to get messy real quick if he wasn’t careful. He loosened himself again. “Cave’s watchin ya Rick, just do what you normally do.” He looked around, he was going to use a lot of Propulsion gel in this one…He slammed his gloved hand on the button, releasing some of the gel. He walked to the other side of it and ran through it a few time, getting used to the speed he gained. “Perfect.”

Soon he was whizzing around in the chamber, more showing off than solving the puzzle. He finally landed at the other side of the chamber. Safely walking to the next.

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With a few notes jotted down on a clipboard, Cave stood and followed into the next observation room, nodding to himself. His own prerecorded message started and he interrupted it with his own words, trying to raise his voice louder than the scratchy one on the intercom. “Well done, subject. I look forward to watching you complete these next tests,” The next chamber Rick entered had both gels, and just as many open voids and unstable floors. This test had a single button to open the door, surrounded by deadly goo. Cave almost felt sorry for Rick.

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Rick nodded at where he thought the observation chamber was, he was never sure, the glass looked like panels on this side. He looked at the middle of the room. He was a decent jumper, but not that good. He looked behind him and saw a launch plate, he would land on one of the unstable panels, he had to figure out how to get off before he could try the button.

"Hm…Maybe…" he looked over at the exit. It was a ways away, but if he could somehow angle the launch panel and jumped at just the right time, he wouldn’t even need the gels. He went to the panel, examining it.

"There is no way to turn this damn thing…I’ll have to angle the shit outta my jump…" He sighed, he turned around, angling himself and as soon as he stepped on the panel he jumped.

It didn’t work. He had made it to the exit but he’d jumped too late, slamming himself into the wall, his arm dangling toward the acid. He was out cold.

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Cave stood up quickly, eyes widening as Rick slammed into the wall. "Oh," He shook his head and started to leave the room, there would be workers to clean up and move him later. But he stopped right outside the doorway and peered back out the glass at the chamber. Somewhere in him he felt bad, the poor guy really had some motivation for testing. With a final thought and a loud sigh, Cave marched down to testing. -- "Rick?" He shook the man after dragging him to the catwalk between the 2nd and 3rd test chambers, waiting a while for him to snap back to consciousness.