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Office Hours, Monday, September 10

Sep 10, 2012 14:19

Admittedly, the idea of an airborne pants-eating toxin (okay, not a toxin technically but it sounded intimidating and that was the important part when referring to such things out loud) had seemed like a really good one. How would test subjects react when put under that very specific kind of pressure ( Read more... )

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dollpocalypse September 11 2012, 01:43:47 UTC

And once I learned how to press "post comment" after spending a very busy morning playing video games, Topher appeared at the door. And then... proceeded right on into the room toward what appeared to be the right place to stand to talk to the giant computer overhead.

"Helloooo."

gladigotburned September 11 2012, 02:08:47 UTC

Good thing GLaDOS couldn't jump in surprise or anything, because getting caught unaware would have been embarrassing if she could.

"Why do things keep getting in here?" she demanded, swiveling her optical unit toward the door. "That's it. I'm going to make that door mainframe cry for mercy."

She craned a little closer. "You're not authorized to be in here. What do you want?"

dollpocalypse September 11 2012, 02:10:48 UTC

"If the door actually can cry, can I watch?" What, it was a possibility.

Ahem.

He held up a hand in a sort of half-wave. "I'm Topher. I'm in your class. I... wanted to see if I was right about you being an AI?" He looked a bit smug at that. "And I was. Go me."

gladigotburned September 11 2012, 02:25:55 UTC

"Oh, I know who you are, and I assure you," GLaDOS said in a sinister sort of growl, "I can make it cry. You'll have nightmares about it for weeks."

She retracted a few feet higher, partly circling him.

"And congratulations, by the way, on figuring that out," she added, condescension oozing (in metaphorical 1s and 0s) from every digitized word. "Maybe after naptime you can have a lollipop."

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