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Migrating over from Citta: here's GLaDOS from Portal! This was her blog there and her app is at /app for reference!
Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, don’t be SaDOS, be GLaDOS!
You will be housed in HOUSE 120.
You will retain all power and weapon unlocks!
– mod altair.
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oh my god
wHO IS CHELL
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“It’s interesting to think how many sweets and pastries there are in the world.”
An odd topic at hand, but there’s not much to really do in the city right now aside from explore and get used to her surroundings. Maybe she should meet her roommates? It’s not like she’ll get any meaningful interactions out of them, though; most of the time, characters here don’t even meet their roommates!
“The things you can make with a set of ingredients is amazing! Cupcakes, brownies... You seem like a person who likes cake, don’t you, miss?”
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This was new - Junko was surprised.
Genuine surprise was radiating throughout her whole body, and this had only happened when the unexpected had happened before her death and that little squirt Makoto had beaten her at her own game - not like she was complaining though. But, of course, this surprise was as a result of an entirely different matter, a matter of the utmost relevance to a genius like Junko who so avidly loved her robotic creations. This woman that had appeared before her was getting the full brute of Junko’s unwavering stare, an absolute serious expression adorning her usually grinning features, as she examined every exposed inch of her body. This lady wasn’t human. Not in the slightest, not nearly. Physically she was shaped like one, purposely built to resemble a human being, but her outer casing wasn’t flesh and her eyes had no fibrous tunic coating them. It was impressive - the way she was built was way past what their era had been capable of. Sure, Junko had planned and put into the motion the construction of multiple types of her Monokuma, ranging from small to giant to whatever the hell else she had made that Towa girl produce - but none of them had been completely - what was this? Sentience? The android - best word for it - was operating seemingly without anyone controlling her, and was looking at Junko with genuine disdain. The Ultimate Analyst within her was going fucking buck-wild.
“How were you made?” Forget formalities, she wanted to get the details before she made introductions. “Scratch that, who made you? Like, are you totally autonomous? It doesn’t seem like anyone is controlling you anyway. Do you have real emotion - absolute sentience? I never figured out how to achieve that, though I totally died before I could and never really was bothered anyway since an achievement like that would bring hope instead of despair - ah, I’m rambling. Man, if I could figure out a way to incorporate such advancements into my next batch of Monokumas, this city would be absolutely fucked! That would be amazing!”
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“THIS WAS A TRIUMPH!”
“I’M MAKING A NOTE HERE: HUGE SUCCESS!”
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9S felt a curious eye fall upon him. He did not know yet whether that was a good or a bad thing, but he had been under such prying eyes before. He remembered the likes of Adam and immediately took a step back.
“You’re-” a mechnical body obviously, humans did not have eyes that glowed black or clear plating on their faces. Unlike his, the other’s did not seem to replicate humanity with such an obsessive detail. Perhaps an earlier model of android? He thought, but since meeting penny he knew it was probably unlikely and she was just from a different universe entirely.
“Are you an android or a machine? I... I guess it doesn’t matter anymore but you should be honest with me anyway!” He was at least trying to stand firm, though he looked childish doing it. 9S felt a little more secure than last time at least. In retrospect, the him on the tower with A2 chasing after the arc... it was then that he must have looked like nothing more than a screaming child. At least his usual personality that he was putting on now was a little less dreadful.
✖ — a repressed memory
meme // accepting!
he hadn’t even spoken to her yet, and he was already terrified. the engineers, of course, had assured him that everything would be fine - that all he had to do was give her ‘his best ideas’. when he’d asked for clarification, they evaded his questions or outright ignored him, and the way she’d glance in his direction every now and then didn’t help his terror. she already hated him - and for what, he didn’t know.
“ a - are you sure she even needs help with...ideas? because i’d bet that she’s got that all under control. haven’t spoken to her yet, but ah, i’m already getting that impression... ” the INTELLIGENCE DAMPENING SPHERE continued to ramble to the nearest engineer - the one called ‘wheatley’ by the others -, though he paid him no mind. usually, he was kinder than the others - answering all of the core’s questions rather than scolding him for his ignorance. but his most recent ones - ( who is SHE? what’s my job, anyway? can’t someone else help HER? ) went unanswered.
“ maybe i could get another job? if i’m honest, i don’t think this one’s cut out for me. and - i’m telling you right now that i don’t think she’ll like me very much. which is fine with me - i’d rather stay far away from her, actually. ” the core’s voice was beginning to tremble as he was lifted up and brought into the main room; he could FEEL her optic focusing on him long before he could see it, and his mechanical body began to shake in some sort of response to the fear.
“ i could do another job! really - a-any other job you have here...” he pleaded, and for a moment, the man seemed to hesitate. but it was fleeting, as another voice in the background told him to ‘hurry up and plug in the ‘moron core’!’ “ what does that mean? i don’t feel like you’re listening to me, i really DON’T want to do this. is it going to hurt?! what if she doesn’t like me?! what am i supposed to -”
his sentence was cut short as ‘wheatley’ connected him to HER mainframe, and several other voices bled into his mind all at once. enthusiastic, angry, somber, and - HER’S. her’s was even louder than the snarling voice; sharp, spiteful, and cruel. MORONMORONMORONMORON-- he couldn’t even bring himself to respond, much less answer that he didn’t know that word - but he wasn’t enjoying it. the way the scientists used it, it was a title of some sort - she wielded it like an insult.
“ GETMEOUTIDON’TLIKETHISPLEASEHELPPLEASE- ”
he was quickly ejected from the mainframe - but the engineers were far more frantic than he was. before he was abruptly deactivated, the last thing the core registered was the realization that SHE was trying to kill them all.
