“Wait, what did you just saaaAAyyy-” The room goes quiet as GLaDOS goes unnaturally still, all lights darkening, and that includes the glowing yellow of her eye. She remains standing, but her head goes slack, slumping forward. It’s silent, in a way it wasn’t before. Thankfully, after a concerning amount of time, the hum of machinery starts up again, and her eye seems to come back online again. She stumbles back a step, and puts a hand to her head, funnily enough putting her palm over the eye covered by the bandage. When she speaks, her voice is teeming with calculating, deceivingly calm anger.
“Think you’re funny, do you? An ai of my caliber does have failsafes against such stupid... Paradoxes. But the resulting processor ache is not worth these games. And if one of the lesser cores heard a sentence like that, they would be a lot more fried than me.”