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ask-glados:

“Hmm…”

She leaned her optic in close to him, mere inches away, scrutinizing him.

“Tell me, then. Are you willing to do anything to atone for your mistakes?”

The top shutter of her squinted optic rose up like an eyebrow.

“Even if it involved excruciating pain? Would you do that willingly? For me?”

And therein lies the million dollar question. It’s one thing to admit to an ever present guilt that tinged every memory of the GLaDOS project, but would he sacrifice himself for Her? He stared back with the same scrutinizing look She seemed to be giving him, trying to formulate some kind of response that would (hopefully) not get him killed.

“Knowing you, I wouldn’t have a choice in the matter.” Obviously. But he was smart enough to realize that wasn’t an answer to the question. “It depends. What exactly do you have in mind?”

#askglados #//lab rat (ic)#//Schrödinger’s Rat (post portal verse)#(rattmann: literally in a situation where glados could kill him in an instant)#(rattmann: is still a snarky piece of shit)

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if i don’t talk to myself who will

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asktherattmann

“Well, through some convoluted Aperture Science Time Shenanigans, we now have access to the 21st century International Network. And the only time better than the present to get more investors is the future. So I’m told.”

“So if anyone out there happens to have millions of whatever currency you’re using in this universe, send it our way. Or just ask questions about our company. I don’t know man, I’m just an intern. I legitimately don’t get paid enough to care.”

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#//Smooth Jazz Fails (ooc)#//who are you? (self promo)#(i made a thing)

ashpd1-deactivated20180819

“Hey… I didn’t think you’d still be working here. Benefits that good?”

@circulouslogic || 01_line

circulouslogic-blog1

He had vague memories of a girl like this once, a hallucination born out of his supervisors scientific intrigue into what Doug would do if they messed with his medication too much. (As it turned out: nothing good.) It was rare for the people his brain conjured to ever change, though. What were they doing to him now?

“This place has no benefits. Figuratively and literally speaking.” He glanced up towards one of many security cameras around the room. Oh, right. He had an objective in mind, before he got distracted.

“We probably should leave right now.”

#ashpd1 #//lab rat (ic)#//i'd rather have gone to the moon (pre-portal verse)#(hella)#(i love this already)

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#//art therapy: the bennett way (art)#(there he is)

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#//Smooth Jazz Fails (ooc)#(doug rattmann from portal)#(speaking of which i have.........sm replies to do on here)

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ask-glados

@circulouslogic

Continued from here

She tilted her headpiece. “Do you now? So, you understand what it’s like to be reborn into chains as someone’s little robot slave? To be treated as an inanimate object whose sentience is not desired? To have your brain constantly picked apart and altered? Maybe I should volunteer you for some intensive brain surgery so you can better empathize with me on the matter.”

circulouslogic-blog1

“I --” he stopped himself, contemplating his next words carefully. “Poor word choice. I don’t understand what you’ve been through. What’s happened to you. Nobody can, really.”

He tilted his own head, a slow mimic of her movement. Her mannerisms were so human. How had he not noticed that before?

“But, I understand that you must be angry. And I don’t blame you. Apologizing won’t change the past. But before you kill me, or whatever you’re planning on doing, I want you to know that I’m sorry. For what they did to you - what I helped them do to you.”

#askglados #//lab rat (ic)#//Schrödinger’s Rat (post portal verse)

((Hope this is okay ^^;)) [post-Portal 2 verse]: GLaDOS loomed over his bandaged body in her chamber, narrowing her optic at him as he finally began to wake. "I know what you did to her—to ME. That's right. I managed to recover her memories—MY memories that you tried oh-so hard to suppress."

A surge of adrenaline on seeing her ever familiar yellow eye crushed any of his remaining drowsiness. He shot up, wincing as a dull pain shot up from his leg. It took a second for her words to register, and a moment for him to understand the implications.

Her. Caroline. She remembered.

The chamber was silent, his gaze averted as he recollected memories long shoved away.

He was nineteen, inexperienced, Aperture’s newest hire with no other prospects to his name. Of course, he hadn’t known the entire implications of the GLaDOS project when he was assigned the position after a brief internship, but there were always rumours. Whispers of a woman, her boss, her unspoken fate, what exactly the ‘Genetic Lifeform’ part of their new AI entailed.

He hadn’t done anything. None of them did anything, despite the general consensus that something was wrong.

When he finally looked back up to GLaDOS, his expression is uncharacteristically soft. Apologetic, almost.

“...I understand.”

#askglados #//lab rat (ic)#//Schrödinger’s Rat (post portal verse)#(no worries! this is great!)#(im always a sucker for these two interacting tbh)#(and guilt ridden ratman is 10/10)

fadetcwhite:

She at first looked puzzled, tilting her head and glancing back and forth between the man and the drawing pad. Just a sketchbook? She takes it from his hands, quickly flipping through and examining it. Clean white pages, from what she could see.

It was unassuming, and a nice thought; she did like to draw to keep her mind busy. But was this really it? Someone she didn’t know, and really someone she wouldn’t bother to get to know, coming in the middle of the night to, what, just give her more entertainment? A bit unnecessary, if you asked her.

“Well, thanks, but, couldn’t this have waited some other time, like in the morning? I wasn’t really sleeping or anything, just, don’t you guys need more rest than me anyway?”

He watched her examine the gift, searching for any sudden sign of enjoyment and/or contempt that would signal whether or not his gift was appreciated. Or, at least, hadn’t touched a nerve. Nothing really was the response he received, and he had to admit, he was thankful for that much.

“I didn’t want to disturb you so late, but I wasn’t sure if there would be a better time.” He didn’t sleep much these days as evidenced by the dark bags under his drooping eyes, but again, she had enough to deal with as it was. She really didn’t need his complaints on top of it all.

“I just...” He paused his explanation, once again giving her a nervous look. “If there’s anything else that’d you’d like.” Might as well throw the offer out there, if he had gotten this far.

#fadetcwhite #//lab rat (ic)#//i'd rather have gone to the moon (pre-portal verse)

@destinedstars (src.)

Dammit! His voice had cried out before he could stop himself, an instinctual reaction to the faux constriction wrapping around his chest and shallowing his breath. Steady, he has to steady himself. He can’t allow her to see another moment of weakness like that again. Breathe in. Breathe out. Loosen the tight grip he held around his own neck. Repeat.

It’s funny how something mechanical could give him a look so authentic. He glares back up at her, refusing to break eye contact. Oh, he was definitely going to die here, at her hands, but he wouldn’t allow her the satisfaction of breaking him beforehand.

“Is getting murdered by your first test subject really what you’d call fine?” Despite everything, he gives her a dry grin, heaving another breath out. “I don’t know why you should care, but you’re here and I’m not dead. That says something.”

(He shifted his leg, ready to lunge forward in a moment’s notice.)

#destinedstars #//lab rat (ic)#(asdfghjkl i love it tho)#(and oooh! i like it!)#(also so sorry ratman is the Worst)

fadetcwhite:

Sweet dreams, they always monotonously told her. But Hannah never really did dream. In fact, she hardly ever really slept at all. She was never tired all that much. Often she laid on her cot, merely staring up at the ceiling. Not like she had much else better to do at the moment. She already ran out of paper to draw on.

Hearing the knock on her door startled her a bit, yet annoyed her all the same. People weren’t supposed to be up this late, weren’t supposed to disturb others. With a small sigh, she unplugged from her charge port, rolled out of her cot, and opened the door to the disturbance.

Aqua optics gave a piercing gaze to the stranger–the scientist, irritation and distrust clear in her demeanor. What did they need with her now? They promised to leave her alone at least at night. After a moment, Hannah spoke to the man.

“What do you want?”

“I...”

What did he want with her? Not that he hadn’t had a reason, but again: what was he doing here? He struggled to find the right words to say, having enough decency to at least look sheepish about waking her up.

(Was he here to assure his own conscience? Sure, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt at just about everything Aperture had done -- everything he had done alongside them. But that wouldn’t be fair to her. She didn’t need to listen to his guilt, after everything she’d been through.)

Cutting off his own thoughts, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out what looked like a small book. No: a small sketchbook.

“I wanted you to have this. You don’t have to take it, though.”

#fadetcwhite #//lab rat (ic)#//i'd rather have gone to the moon (pre-portal verse)

@fadetcwhite (❤)

Looking at his situation from an objective viewpoint, this was a stupid idea. He had no reason to believe that this -- that the girl would even be active at this point in the night, let alone that she’d even be willing to listen. Besides that, Doug still had no idea what he could possibly say to her.

The fact that he was sneaking around what was most likely a restricted section of Aperture at night didn’t make his predicament any better. God knows what they’d do to him if he was caught. Grimacing at his anxiety-ridden thoughts, he turned the corner and approached her ‘den’. His steps were soft, his body tense. It didn’t look like anyone was around, thought looks were often deceiving here.

The room could hardly be call that. More of an unused alcove that’d been haphazardly arranged to give the impression of a real room. Something about that struck at Doug, a physical reminder that these people really didn’t care. He shook that thought away, raised his hand, and with a gentle ‘no going back now’ on his breath, he knocked at the ‘door’.

#fadetcwhite #//lab rat (ic)#//i'd rather have gone to the moon (pre-portal verse)#(hello hello! sorry this took a bit but i hope this works!)

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#//Smooth Jazz Fails (ooc)

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