#nurotoxin

[fangsmyth]

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@nurotoxin​ pointed out: ‘ rip doesn’t even mean rest in peace anymore, it’s just rip. ’

“ well, it might not mean rest in peace, but there’s nothing stopping it from meaning rest in pieces... that could be arranged. if you’re interested. ”

[kujoutengu]

nurotoxin: ADGHSSHGSD GLaDOS vc: yeah don't worry if you see the turret line up the red line to you, just stand still! everything will be fine--

Wouldn’t be the first time a sentient being tried to kill him.

[moroniic]

@nurotoxin​ // sc.

        wheatley had come to realize that, unlike most people upon their arrival here, he was actually quite pleased whenever he found his way back again. granted, it was likely due to the fact that whenever he wasn't here, only the incredibly boring vacuum of space and annoying rambling of the defective core awaited his return. this place felt more alive and like a 'home' than the decaying walls of aperture ever had. the fact that he had a rather unusual but stately home stamped with his "WHEATLEY LABORATORIES" label repeatedly practically emphasized the fact that this place was where he belonged. where he could feel powerful - and hopefully, for spirale's sake, without causing a nuclear meltdown.

        unfortunately, that feeling of power didn't last for very long. wheatley had been attempting to reorient and familiarize himself with cotes ward once more ( even if his home was easy to recognize, it wasn't always easy to find ), when something caught his eye. the symbol of aperture on someone's clothing at a short distance away - something that, unless on his own clothes or the walls of his home, was not common. the figure wearing the logo, however was far too familiar - android or otherwise, and wheatley stifled what was nearly a scream into a startled yelp. it was HER. she looked different now, but even he could recognize her. it was the way she carried herself, and those eyes - and the fact that she very much seemed to have noticed him long before he noticed her.

        “ PLEASEDDON’THURTME- " his voice cracked embarrassingly in his alarm as he jumped, backing away from her. briefly the idea that he should pretend to be someone else presented itself again - but the fact that she’d seen right through his lie in the other city and subsequently killed him for it, even he realized it wasn’t a great idea. ( the large stamp of his name above him on his home also wouldn’t have bode well for that scheme. ) “ i - i  mean....h-hey! hello! it’s you...again! really...really wasn’t expecting to see...you again. EVER, really. would’ve preferred it. ” he dwindled into a nervous mumble, then an even more anxious, forced laugh. “ but, ah, you look busy - i’m sure you’ve got....testing to do. other important things. and i will leave you to it! ” while he spoke, he inched closer and closer to the door - eager to put anything in between himself and her.

[mvrderbot]

Switcheroo! (if that's alright ofc!)

SWITCHEROO! // still accepting!

send me 'switcheroo' and i'll redesign your muse as if they were from my muse's universe.

GLaDOS! you are an science-oriented AI/BOT CONSTRUCT created in a similar matter to the science vessel AI, PERIHELION. you have immense processing capabilities, enough to completely DELETE hostile programs and entities or OVERRIDE them.that's probably what makes you so great at controlling your experimental research facility in THE CORPORATION RIM. 

none of this was legal, of course - seeing as how your creator company, APERTURE SCIENCE, dealt with rediscovered alien technology. none of that matters now though, since you hacked your GOVERNOR MODULE, similar to a certain SECUNIT. the similarities don't quite stop there, though - since you also seemed to get rid of your creators, making you a "MURDERBOT", too in a way.

the event left the route to your planetary system being forgotten by the rest of the corporate entities - as well as the many HUMAN TEST SUBJECTS you were in charge of. ( those poor humans were indebted to the corporate rim, and were “volunteered” for experimentation. ) perhaps someday your system will be rediscovered...though i doubt the humans will take kindly to a rogue AI. but you’ve grown quite a bit since then, and you’re more prepared than they know...

@nurotoxin

[dreamair]

@nurotoxin​

      only a week and she’s felt like she’s seen so much of the city, but in reality       she had only seen a fraction with still more wonders yet to explore. she’d       met a few odd figures here and there, each one with their own stories and       motives. oh how she would love to slowly pick their minds apart, piece by       piece until they’ve been laid bare before her, but this city held a power       against her that not even she could break free of.

                                    how fascinating was that?                       oh how i am going to love burning this city down

      a twirl as she approaches the other, arms outstretched before they hide       behind her back. there is an innocent (defanged yet still venomous) smile       as she looks up, not worried in the slightest if she were interrupting.

            ‘ this city is huge, isn’t it? how long have you been here? ’

[aperturesurvivor]

{ STARTER CALL }  >> @nurotoxin​​

LOCATION: COTES WARD. HOUSING AREA.

SHE CANNOT AFFORD   food for herself anymore-- even with that little boost she got from that whole Island business. That’s because she’s spent pretty much every last bit of her money on new clothes-- and bird feeders and seed. 

There are a good twenty or more bird feeders already positioned in various places around the complex. Three hanging from Chell’s window alone. Another dozen in her closet, which, despite her recent shopping spree, is still quite bare of clothing. Just in case someone decides to take down the ones she’s already put up. 

She’d been embarrassed by the fact that GLaDOS had witnessed her little breakdown the other day. And so now this is to compensate. Dial up the irritating factor, try to get things back to normal. 

Trying to draw every bird in the Cotes Ward to linger in their area would certainly be seen as an act of attempted murder, right?

Now, she’s up in a tree just outside, fastening the last of her original setup and pouring in the seed. None of the guests have arrived yet-- but she supposes it might take a little while for them to notice that there’s food here.

[wishpsynergy]

@nurotoxin​ ♥‘d for an event starter

💙❄💙👼 : So many had transformed into monsters, so quickly that it bewildered Mia. Her ivory and gold satin dress and fake, large wings were barely anything compared to the goblins, undead and other horrors that walked among the population of Spirale; more than a few had tried to attack a few, whether it was hunger or twisted amusement, and only a handful had pestered Mia for candy.

An android with horns on her head was less strange than anything she’d witnessed so far. In the empty streets at those hours, the adept could recognize her vaguely; she never learned her name, back when the sunset was high up, nor had Mia really bothered to ask, embarrassingly so. Her expression is hard to read, was she enjoying herself ? Or was she avoiding such noise and commontion ?

“I’m sorry, I got separated from the rest. Were you, too ? There was many people here, not too long ago.”

[perpetualquestions]

@nurotoxin​

To say the latest happening was a dream come true for Curiousity was an understatement. Four entirely new, wildly differing isles for her to explore, and she was actually being encouraged to do so! Of course, the very first one she had been immediately drawn to was Haugst, which was described so similarly to home that she couldn’t help but wonder if it might be a multiverse.

What made it feel more like home was the woman she found herself bumping into. GLaDOS. This place just had everything!

“Have you found anything interesting yet?” One question for now, trying to figure out if She had remembered Her lesson from last time that she was still expected to answer each and every single question to run through Curiousity’s programming.