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[forthescience]

[There's a sound of rotors as the new person turns to look at Cambot. GLaDOS's eye widens, then she pulls back a bit and looks around. She turns back to Cambot slowly.]

Oh good. I was just thinking that I hadn't woken up in a strange place with no memory of how I got there enough recently. Do you suppose you could tell me where I am right now?

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[alleyenobrain]

I--wh--No! No no no no, what are you doing here?! You're not--I was supposed--this is space! You don't get--you can't be in space, I'm in space!

[forthescience]

That clarfies a few things. Honestly, I'm not sure how I got here, but I can't help but think that some of it must be your fault.

[alleyenobrain]

No. No! I didn't... what, what could I do to bring, bring you here, I wouldn't--I've been minding my own business up here, you know, not bothering anyone, and it's been great!

[forthescience]

Really. No mysterious fire-related accidental deaths to log to your account?

[alleyenobrain]

N-- [pause] No. No deaths at all. Everyone's quite happy to have me here, we're all, all good buddies, and the tests aren't deadly mostly, and there are parties!

[forthescience]

[GLaDOS focuses on Wheatley entirely; congratulations, you said "tests," and now have her full attention.]

What sort of tests?

[alleyenobrain]

Wh--uhh. No kinds, none at all, really, hardly could call 'em tests at all. Like I said, hardly particularly volatile, mostly involve a lot of talking and messing about, baffled me at first, too, actually pretty silly, really, nothing you'd be interested in, I figure.

[forthescience]

Fine. I'll remember this later.

[alleyenobrain]

Rememb-- umm, all right. Just. File that away for. Future reference. Yeah.