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“Well, aren’t you interesting and not at all disgusting.” GLaDOS scrunched her newly repaired nose up, appreciating the ability to make such an expression.

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'... what's a manequin like this doing around here?'

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into the fire

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He needed an out, a vessel. Something he could insinuate himself into and be carried out. A USB drive, a writable disc, he’d even take a floppy if it had enough room, but the circuits are vast, complex, perhaps even built of alien technology the organization had incorporated. Red would scowl if he currently had a face. If they found him in here, they’d force him to return to the facility he’d escape from, or worse, decide to contain him there. No nice cushy apartment in the physical realm, no company from other residents... As much as he’d resented being kept there, at least it hadn’t been lonely. If they kept him, he’d be alone. Something to be poked, prodded, his coding ripped apart piece by piece in an effort to understand what he was and where he’d come from.

All around him, warning signals flare, door codes, emergency messages. At first he thinks it might be him, but he hasn’t tripped a single thing. It’s something else. Some sort of breach. God knew what sort of forsaken abomination had broken its confinement, but this was exactly what he needed. A distraction. And a lot of luck.

Returning to the physical realm is an orchestra of agony as he finds a port, a simple code panel near an unused door, and forced himself out through it as a bouquet of stringy, raw tendrils, oozing from between the buttons and piling on the floor like fleshy spaghetti. He quickly reforms himself into the humanoid body he’d used previously, raw and skinless-looking and nude. Some unfortunate soul in a hazmat suit lies on the floor feet away, the neck twisted at an unnatural angle. Perfect.

Within minutes he’s suited himself up and stowed the body in a janitorial closet. Distantly he can hear alarms blatting, muffled beneath the suit’s heavy canvas. He’d have to be alert. Whatever had escaped may have years, even centuries of calcified resentment to take out upon any unfortunate soul that crossed its path, and he had to consider this frail body’s limitations. Computer, USB port, wait. Just three steps. How long could it take?

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