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Prologue: Perspective

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She swore it was the neurotoxin that had somehow managed to sneak its way into her circuits and affected her ability to think rational causing her to come up with this ridiculous plan, even though it shouldn't be scientifically possible.

The stuff often had a similar effect on humans, before it killed them of course. They always seemed to scream and move around franticly in no particular pattern until the toxins eventually got to the more vital parts of their bodies. She could think up hundreds of actions that would be more effective, from the human point of vision, in such a situation which would be more likely to increase their chances of survival. Didn't they know screaming only made them breath faster? And humans were supposed to be known for their remarkable survival instinct. Completely idiotic was what it should be called. Even the moron's had been slightly more effective. Slightly.

Although…She let her mind wander a bit, one could argue that what she was about to do could also be described as 'idiotic', and it didn't seem too benevolent for her own chances for survival either.

Well, then why was she about to do it?

She had come up with tons of different answers, and all of them had been easily dismembered by her strong forms of logic, which she'd love to surround herself with. Sadly it wasn't aiding her this time, quite the contrary actually, since it was telling her to stop with what she was about to do. She had ran the most strong algorithmic reasoning programs she had, trying to find the tiniest flaw in her program that caused this difference in her logic and wishes, something which was unique and new to her, but she hadn't been able to find any significant flaws and everything indicated that it wasn't, in fact, a good plan.

She wasn't about to listen though, to hell with logic. Oh how far she had sunken. Silently the fall from her once omnipotent pedestal was lamented.

She admitted that by now was pretty desperate. By now the only line of reason being followed was that she just really wanted it, and in here her will was the law. After carefully weighing the odds she had reached the conclusion that, if things were to go wrong, she wouldn't lose much anyway.

Except her own life.

But that was the sad part, really. Nowadays her own life didn't hold any great value or importance anymore. Days were spend waiting for the next, filling up the slowly creeping time ordering Blue and Orange around. Amusing herself with making them do silly pretend science. Because that was all it was when she was testing them, it wasn't real, no qualified results, nothing. With the current state of affairs she wasn't much use to anyone, not to science, not to Aperture and definitely not to herself.

And that was why she was doing this, this ridiculous plan that didn't make any sense, this plan that made her sensors scream at her like her cores never could. And still she was going to do it. It had already been set in motion. All she had to do for now was to wait for Blue and Orange to return with what they had been ordered to retrieve.

Then she had to check if there were still vital life signs, else her plan would have ended even before it had begun, something she didn't want to think about.

Then she had to make sure her object of interest wasn't too royally pissed off, otherwise her chances of survival would be even paler. And while she had decided that she would pull through with the plan no matter what, she still held the rationality to at least make the outcome as favorable as possible. She was desperate, not suicidal.

There was not much more she could do besides that. She had done her share, now the rest was up to the girl.

And judging by the vague audible signs of tumult she was currently registering at one of the entrances she and her escort's had almost arrived. She felt nerves start to rise within her, once again she realized the danger she was putting herself in. But it would be worth it, it was already worth it for she could slowly feel the crippling feelings of loneliness and meaningless begin to lift. Little by little the suffocating fears pressing down on her were starting to lessen. She had never realized how… utterly useless everything could be without an immediate goal or threat related to it. Only that girl could do things like this, only that girl could put her in danger and make her feel better about it.

She was going to be absolutely clear about how that was the girls fault too.

If shehad never showed up and decided to have her episode and if shehadn't made her beloved facility gone haywire she herself would have never experienced all of those horrible useless feelings. Everything would be how it was before, perfectly fine. She'd still be testing blissfully ignorant of such events and the darkest thing in her memory would still be the testing withdrawal she went through in her early days, which were now dwarfed by more recent experiences. All of which were related to the girl, of course.

Selfish, dangerous, mute, ugly and fat lunatic who ruined her and her wholefacility without any hints of remorse, only doing it for her own egoistic wishes. While she on the other hand had been working from a completely altruistic point of view, in the name of science. Something at the back of her mind tugged at her, letting her know that it didn't agree with some parts of that reasoning, probably the fragments of Caroline not knowing their place, but she tried very hard to ignore them. She had heard enough voices in her head for a lifetime. Her own lifetime that is, not the pathetically short lifespans of humans.

"You CAN'Tdo this!"

Great, another voice telling her what to do, now she had something else to purge besides the never ending 'subtle pushes in the right direction' from Caroline, as the unwanted abomination so affectionately called it. She really couldn't have this with the girl standing at her doorsteps. Maybe if it was just an error in her coding and she was quick…She'd have to start by localizing the source in her system.

And that was when she realized it.

The source wasn't traced back to an error, it traced towards her microphone application. From there it didn't take out to find the origin of the voice. For the first time in a while she booted up her own vocalizer and pretended the wavering in the sound was because of the absence of need for it.

"Hello, Chell"

"What!"

"I see you have finally found your voice"

She decided to ignore the fact that it sounded more hateful than any of her vocalizers could ever fabricate and suddenly she felt her confidence dim, her desperation taken over by fear.

Had she made a mistake?

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Sooo tell me what you think:) I need a bit of reassurance. Obviously this was more of an intro, but I love vocalizing GLaDOS's thoughts and in this fic she won't be staying like that for long so I took the opportunity.

I know there are quite a few fics out there like this but I wanted to give it a try, and I want to do it a bit different than the other fics I've read so far. I'll continue my other story I promise but I'm a bit stuck and wrote myself into a trap(yay) and I'm generally busy.

Tell me if I made any glaring spelling errors, I have this vague nagging feeling I'm making an embarrassing mistake over and over again. I'm sometimes having trouble with too/to and the like. Not a native English speaker so I'm having a glorious lack of experience.