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Help MeIt has only been a month since Chell was released from Aperture, and for some inexplicable reason she often finds herself missing it. She has a normal life now, or what passes for one, with friends and a job and her own apartment. It’s a small apartment, with just one bedroom, and her only company at night is her Companion Cube. She likes to talk to it, even though it doesn’t talk back, and the thought never crosses her mind that someone might be listening.
But of course someone is. Someone who always has been, and someone who always will be.
“And I also don’t think that guy had any right to treat Sandra that way,” Chell says, continuing to hand-wash her dinner dishes as she does so. “But of course he’s a customer, so he’s always right and all that shit, and we really couldn’t do anything about it.” She sighs as she finishes up, then turns to look at the cube, which is sitting on the sofa. Giving it a smile, she come
Never Happen to You - Part 3"All right," Caroline said. Chell could feel her relief, and figured Caroline must have been pretty worried that she would refuse to listen, which was ridiculous. Chell might be stubborn, but she wasn't stupid. "You remember when I said there was two of us, and one of her, and there might be a way for us together to overpower her? Well, there is. I was poking around, and I realized there's a safety file she doesn't have access to. Like my body."
"A safety file?" Chell asked. "What does it do?"
"It should switch the conscience file with her main file," Caroline said, then paused. "I hope so, anyway. Since there's two of us, I'm not entirely sure if it'll work but my best guess would be that it'll be only a partial transfer."
"Meaning that what will probably happen is that one of us will switch with part of her main files, and if we're lucky, the part of her that switches will be her consciousness and not the part of her that keeps Aperture stable. If we're not
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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