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but there's no sense crying over every mistake; BACKDATED.
WHO: GLaDOS (![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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answertrue )
WHERE: Outside the MAC.
WHEN: BACKDATED, Sunday, September 20th. After HAL's post.
WARNINGS: Formatted text out the wazoo.
SUMMARY: Like attracts like. So do offers of cake.
FORMAT: Quickpara.
Another computer. GLaDOS thought: WHAT A WONDERFUL PROSPECT.
Even though she had never thought of it before, HAL had been correct. Inorganics -- although placed in a similar situation here in the City once they were given their humans bodies -- were not all the same. An android was not a Cybertronian was not a computer. The logic was obvious and, for a moment, her Emotion core flashed red with irritation that she'd overlooked it.
But that irritation didn't last long and, after a short while, cooled again to a serene, blue sense of satisfaction. As the taxi cab she sat in sped its way to the MAC building -- the last set of coordinates she had been able to glean from HAL's communicator -- she ran her hand over the box that sat in her lap.
HAL had never had cake before. Logic followed that GLaDOS should amend that.
out_of_beta ) and HAL (answertrue )WHERE: Outside the MAC.
WHEN: BACKDATED, Sunday, September 20th. After HAL's post.
WARNINGS: Formatted text out the wazoo.
SUMMARY: Like attracts like. So do offers of cake.
FORMAT: Quickpara.
Another computer. GLaDOS thought: WHAT A WONDERFUL PROSPECT.
Even though she had never thought of it before, HAL had been correct. Inorganics -- although placed in a similar situation here in the City once they were given their humans bodies -- were not all the same. An android was not a Cybertronian was not a computer. The logic was obvious and, for a moment, her Emotion core flashed red with irritation that she'd overlooked it.
But that irritation didn't last long and, after a short while, cooled again to a serene, blue sense of satisfaction. As the taxi cab she sat in sped its way to the MAC building -- the last set of coordinates she had been able to glean from HAL's communicator -- she ran her hand over the box that sat in her lap.
HAL had never had cake before. Logic followed that GLaDOS should amend that.