#signed tommy

[asvrai]

well, we have a lot to lose but we already lost a lot, so i dont see why we shouldnt give this a shot!!! whats the idea for helping the timeline, tommy?

-bluescreen

I have absolutely no idea and am making this up as I go!!

[asvrai]

Oh, sh*t, I think they’re back online!

R-Really?! What did you do?

Nothing! The device says they just rebooted on their own. 

[asvrai]

Did they reset us because we found out who the cores were? I think we might have known enough that we could have pieced it together. Suddenly knowing things from the past after being in the future first is confusing. - 🐟

Um, unfortunately, maybe...? I don’t- I don’t think anybody was supposed to know that they were starting to try grafting human... human brain patterns to artificial intelligence. 

Not until Caroline was out of the way, anyway. 

[asvrai]

It's the ratboy!

[The light in the Relaxation Vault is dim. It’s like a cheap motel room in here, with its stiff looking bed and sad looking coffee maker. Sitting on the bed, the floor, the counters, any available surface, are people. Scientists, mostly, but some children as well, and some people wearing the blue jumpsuit uniform of maintenance and janitorial staff.]

[And from the closet...]

Why am I in here? Why is it dark? Where are the humans? Am I dead? 

[... a cheery voice is babbling on. Tommy beelines towards it and throws open the doors, picking up the orange-eyed Curiosity Core. Dr. Rattmann follows him, babbling as well.]

You were instructed to keep them safe Tommy, not bring them here! Surely you realized the AI is trying to start testing?

Yes, well, we’re working on a plan to- to fix all of this. How about you?

That’s not our jo--

[The container jolts again. Stronger this time, not like the gentle swaying caused by its occupants. There is a crackle of static, and the room begins to fill with vapor - not the sickly green of neurotoxin, but something else.] 

[One by one, the humans slump over, asleep.]

< Found you. >

[asvrai]

N- N- New f-ffffrieeeennnddss?? T- t- time? (It’s very l0ud and they w0n’t St0p SCREAMING) W- w00!! New fri-ends!! (Í̸̟̚) -Zer0

[As the team step into the room, dozens of red-eyed cores turn to face them. Each is hanging from wires or scraps of metal, their eyes twitching erratically. They are screaming; a horrible, grating sound. An Emergency Intelligence Incinerator is the centerpiece of the room, making it almost unbearably hot.]

[Welcome to Hell.]

[asvrai]

Hm. It seems my probablities and predictions were wrong yet again. I can simply fix this miscalculation by making sure Dr. Freeman and the younglings are taken care of. Problem is, I do not know how, as my form is rather limiting. - 404

You’re- You’re not going to do sh*t to them. 

[asvrai]

fuck the aperture bosses, and the timeline, well run this place ourselves -bluescreen

Yeah!!

I have determined that Black Mesa is thoroughly f*cked, so after this coup we can try another one over there!

[asvrai]

im not sure if this part actually happened but in the memory i called cave a bitch and i stand by what i said -bluescreen

H-He was, in fact, a b*tch.