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After After Aperture Part Two

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Chell was woken, not for the mandatory physical and mental wellness exercise, but by Wheatley.

"Chell? Chell, the television's on, luv."

Sure enough, the small screen was lit up, showing streams of code.

"Chell, listen carefully."

"GLaDOS!" Chell exclaimed.

"At this moment, you are doubtlessly babbling, since I repaired your voice. But that was pointless, since I can't hear you anyway."

Chell closed her mouth.

"Better, I hope. I am trapped very deep in a sub-program, Chell. I…I need you. Convince them that I will…behave. Please." The screen went black.

Please? GLaDOS must be desperate. Chell opened the door, noting that Wheatley's rail extended out of her room now.

"Oh." Her room hung near an elevator shaft—literally hung. Even as she looked down, some nearby rooms shifted around.

Wheatley whizzed out on his rail. "Coming?"

"Wheatley, it's got to be three miles down."

"Oh," he said, blinking his optic in confusion. "Is that bad, then?"

Chell nodded, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. "I can't survive that kind of a drop. I wouldn't survive a tenth of that drop."

Wheatley looked down. "Hmm…that's a problem, all right." His handles widened, then narrowed, a clear sign that he was thinking.

Wait a minute…handles!

Chell reached out and grasped Wheatley's bottom handle. "Don't go too fast."

"What—oh! Brilliant!" He took off along the rail, towing Chell.

By the time they had gotten to solid ground—relatively speaking—Chell thought her hands might fall off. She stood up and let go of Wheatley.

After hours of walking, they found GLaDOS's old chamber. It was a meeting room now, it seemed.

Chell knocked on the door and then went in anyway, Wheatley right behind her.

A scientist looked up. "Aren't you one of the test subjects? Yes, Chell, that's it. Are you lost?"

Chell shook her head. "What do you plan to do with GLaDOS?"

The scientist that had escorted her to her victory cake stepped forward, frowning. "Miss Johnson, GLaDOS was deactivated over two months ago. She's gone."

"But, suppose for a moment—"

"Incompetent as usual, I see," came a familiar voice.

"Impatient as usual," Chell shot back, unable to hide the giddy relief that washed over her at the sound of her friend.

"She's inactive! Gone! This is impossible!" a scientist yelled.

"Not gone," GLaDOS corrected. "Just almost gone. I'm in the mainframe still. Next to being a potato, this is the single worst thing that has ever happened to me. At least as a potato, I had a body.

The Aperture Science Cake Supervisor, or so it said on his badge, came forward. "GLaDOS, we cannot allow you to be reactivated. You are simply far too dangerous."

"So don't' put her back in charge," Chell blurted. The scientists and the camera GLaDOS had hijacked turned to her. "Put her in a core, or in an android."

The scientists discussed it with GLaDOS for almost an hour before finally coming to a decision.

Epilogue

Chell lived at Aperture now. She was helping GLaDOS to adjust to life as a core, and keeping one eye on the scientists. Occasionally, she ran a test track or two for fun. Never the deadly ones, though.

GLaDOS—or the Human Testing Core, now—got to supervise tests when the scientists were bored. With a lot of luck, maybe she actually had no plans to kill them.

Wheatley went back to his old job in Storage—the Aperture Science Core Officer was teaching him what a docking station looked like, and how to find the test subjects.

Cake was made for the subjects that got through—most of them, really. It took talent to kill yourself on the new tracks. Most casualties were either the results of turrets or of GLaDOS's commentary.
What is this you say about Aperture being bankrupt and corrupt before GLaDOS? Blasphemy! (Ignoring the game is fun.)
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Will gladoS ever be normal again?