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@intelligencecore
+ la-iad
The android couldn't find this woman's appearance in her database. This meant a new encounter, and perhaps a new acquaintance.
"Hello, and welcome to Aperture Science. Are you visiting? I do not have any recollection of seeing you here before."
Meg was quick to place the cake down on the counter. She certainly did not intend on eating it, paper and bacon included.
The demon didn’t really need the android lady to go off and make her another cake, but she was still wary of what would happen if she somehow offended the girl. The angel blade tucked inside her pocket wasn’t built to jab through metal. “Sure, you can make me one, just lay off the sodium content, will you?” she nodded.
"And that’s quite a bold statement to make.” Meg chortled. The demon had no issues with being truthful; she didn’t tend to hide what she was as much these days. ”Gold star to you though, Cake Lady. I am in fact, a malicious entity from hell, or demon for short.” An eyebrow quirked as she added “That’s not a problem, right?”
Intelligence core shook her head whilst rummaging through shelves and and cabinets to obtain the standard ingredients. That was always what the android started off with before adding any other... garnishes, "No, that is not a problem. Forgive me if the question was worded offensively. You are simply the first demon that I have encountered."
Ah. There it was -- the cake mix cabinet, filled with only a small handful of the boxes that she'd ordered when manipulating GLaDOS' thoughts. Those were good times. At least, they were, before she got thrown into a fire.
"Is there any specific flavorings you prefer?" she glanced back to the woman -- well, demon, "We have a wide variety of cake mixtures -- warehouses full of them, in fact."
+icanspellspace
"Hello, Space Core. Are you interested in eating any cake?"
+ one-of-old
"You appear to be a dragon. ---Are you a dragon?"
"Oh no, I can eat it.” Meg reassured the android; though only saying it because she didn’t know what an insult would cause the girl to do. Yes, Meg was a demon and, yes she was a lot stronger than any human, but perhaps not so much stronger than a woman made of metal.
"Though, you know what? I’d love to see another one of your samples.” she said quickly. “And hey, perhaps you can lay off the paper this time? If you get what I mean.” She added whilst quirking an eyebrow in the girls direction.
"But yes, I’m on the demon diet. Nothing salty, nothing painted with funny scribbles an definitely nothing blessed in holy juices.”
"Understood. Feel free to place the cake I gave you on a nearby counter, if you do not intend on eating it." She wasn't offended by this; contrarily, the android simply gave a small nod of her head as she pondered the other available options.
"I have a few pre-made cakes, however, I am not entirely sure if they fit the criteria. They may contain salt -- if you would like, I can prepare something per request, if you would prefer less... experimental ingredients."
Intelligence Core paused before proceeding, "Excuse my inquiry, if it is inappropriate, but I cannot hold back my informal curiosity. You hint toward being a malicious entity from Hell, and yet you appear to be human. Is there a reason behind that?"
-“Wait. Did you put a book on this?” Meg asked and looked down at the cake. She picked up the complimentary fork and began to pull it apart. There was indeed shredded paper incorporated into the sponge. “And bacon.” she mumbled, raising an eyebrow as she prodded at a piece of the crispy pink meat.
"Not poisonous to human digestive systems, you say. What about something a little more, demonic?” Meg asked with a grin. With a deep sigh she took a chunk of cake, about to place it in her mouth before hesitating.
"There’s no salt in this, right?”
"Salt has not been added to the cake."
How peculiar that she mentioned demonic digestive systems. It did not alarm the android, of course; fear was not a sense she was familiar with, even in spite of having stored the definition of demons.
"Hypothetically, a demon would not be harmed by it, either, unless they are allergic to any of the previously mentioned additives." As unbelievable as it may have sounded, her intentions did not lie within harming others. She simply forgot that ingredients like cyanide, or ethylbenzene were harmful to mortal beings -- not to imply that she'd added either to this cake.
"If you are a demon who is susceptible to any of the ingredients, I can prepare something different."
"Oh! Does that mean we're daughters, too? We were created by humans! Do you have to be human to be a daughter?"
While she wasn’t quite sure where she was going, the personality construct did know that they were searching for a wall panel; such would lead them to the catwalks outside of the testing tracks, and those would lead them… somewhere…
This was going to take a while.
"...Death is when humans stop working, right? They must be really fragile! Neurotoxin doesn't hurt!"
"I suppose we would qualify as daughters to the humans who assembled us. Whether or not we are human would not play a major role in that."
Curi's query was an interesting topic to process. She did so, though she partitioned this with current actions as well. It didn't seem that the other core knew entirely where to go, though Intelligence followed along regardless. It was better to do so than to patronize her; the two would reach their destination, eventually.
"Yes, death is the human equivalent of being permanently broken. Not only are they susceptible to neurotoxin, but they also cannot be reassembled."
+interfectis
He could have sworn that wasn’t an ingredient, oh well. He handed the android the bones that he was holding onto. ” What kind of cake are you making? “
She gladly accepted. It did not matter how lethal or unusual or lethal the items were, as long as they could fit into batter, they were an ingredient in her book.
"German Chocolate. However, the recipe on its own was uninteresting. I thank you for your leftover bones. They will make an intriguing addition."
Hello, Intelligence Dampening Sphere.
"Oh…hello, there…You’re…Intelligence Core, right?”
“Yes. I am the Intelligence Core. I have heard much about your antics. It is nice to officially make your acquaintance.”
The demon studied the slice of cake with caution, immediately regretting the decision to eat it. The color was off putting enough, a slickly vibrant pink that wouldn’t look out of place in a highlighter factory. Then there was the smell; the syrupy essence coated the roof of her meatsuit’s mouth, making her nose wrinkle.
"Uh, thanks, Logic." Meg said as she was handed the cake, forcing a smile at the fear of what would happen if she didn’t except now. "Funny name, considering the lack of logic that went into this …creation." she mumbled as she studied the baking closer still.
"Dare I ask, what went into this masterpiece?”
"Standard vanilla cake ingredients, with added ingredients including: Fish-shaped crackers, fish-shaped ice cubes, one tablespoon cinnamon, one page from an entry on human psychology, five cherries, one ounce cherry juice, and two slices of bacon."
These ingredients were spoke aloud monotonously, cerulean optics lazily hovering over the woman. It wasn't uncommon for her to recite cake ingredients; in fact, that used to be a frequent habit of hers, much to the annoyance of her sibling personality cores. The robot watched Meg with eagerness, before adding to her previous statement, "It is not poisonous to human digestive systems. Eating it will not kill you."
Kit Kat Treats - As Requested!
+eadensbaker
"Oh. Hello."
"I remember you. You are the test subject that threw me into a fire, are you not?"
The demon cocked her head to the side at the slightly patronizing explanation. “I’m in a kitchen? Hell, I hadn’t realized!” she said loudly; robots didn’t get sarcasm, right? “Yep, marble tiled floors.” She repeated, stamping her boot against them. “I got that part.”
"I do infact have a name.” The demon nodded. “It’s Meg. What about you, R2-D2, Have you got a name or should I just keep flinging out any of the robot ones I can think of?”
"Oh so you did say cake.” The demon chuckled. This place felt less harmless by the second. “You want me to sample… cake?” Meg was confused, what was such an advanced little machine lady doing with cake? “Sure, I suppose I could try it.” She said with a shrug.
”No harm in cake right?”
What a peculiar being. Were all humans this loud? Was she even human? She seemed a little too boisterous to be AI, then again, she used the same sarcasm GLaDOS did. That thought was set aside for the moment.
"I do not know who R2-D2 is. Regardless, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Meg. I am the Intelligence Core, though I have been informally dubbed Logic or Cake as appellations."
The faintest expression of excitement could be seen when Meg accepted her offer. Quickly, the bot stepped off, only to return with a slice of cake, frosted neatly with an unnaturally vibrant pink. An overly sweet scent wafted from the slice. She was quick to hand it to the other, low, artificial voice taking on the vaguest cheerful tones,
"Here is one of the many cakes we have available."
Rick told me that he could punch a tiger straight into the sun! Is that true?
No. Adventure Core, Rick, is exaggerating and providing false claims. His statement defies both physics and logic. I advise that you pay no heed to his contradictory boasting.
Is it possible to cut through a sword with another sword if you swing it hard enough?
Yes. If the first sword being used to cut through the second sword is conditioned appropriately, and is made out of a strong enough material, it should be able to break through another sword when the right force is applied.
What's the sound of one hand clapping?
The sound of one hand clapping is the sound a hand would make when opening and closing quickly. It would not be as loud as two hands clapping.
What's the difference between hot and cold?
hot |hät| adjective ( hotter , hottest ) 1. having a high degree of heat or a high temperature
cold |kōld| adjective 1. of or at a low or relatively low temperature
The difference between these two can be explained through temperature and physical feeling. Many humans, and a multitude of androids, are able to detect the difference between hot and cold.
Hypothetically, if you were to walk into an Emergency Intelligence Incinerator, your pain sensors and internal thermometer would alert you that it is very, very hot. Similarly, a cryogenic freezer would alert you that it is uncomfortably cold via temperatures and physical sensations.
