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A normal day at the test chamber… Half Life (1998)

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𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 (a collection of general sentences to fit various settings. Feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary)

“Hurry up! We’re going to be late!”

“How can you be so smart but also so very stupid?”

“I’ve been looking forward to seeing you.”

“You’re funny when you’re angry.”

“You’re far too nosy for your own good.”

“Are you sure that you can do this?”

“Let’s just order a pizza.”

“Honestly, I just want to go to bed.”

“You can talk to me, you know.”

“Are you seriously going to wear that?”

“You’re a liar.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve done this before.”

“I haven’t touched it!”

“Looks like we’re in for another long night.”

“Okay, you’ve definitely had enough to drink for one night.”

“Do you ever think about us?”

“What should we do now?”

“Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?”

“Oh, have some faith for once!”

“You know we’re going the wrong way, right?”

“Let’s not start the day like this.”

“You know, the Earth revolves around the sun, not around you.”

“You call that music?”

“Sorry, I missed that. Could you repeat what you just said?”

“This development is anything but ideal.”

“You look absolutely stunning.”

“I got this.”

“I swear, one day I’m going to snap.”

“Why are you like this?”

“Is everything ok?”

“What’s your problem?”

“You can’t be here.”

“Thank you for everything.”

“Are you serious?”

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zigmund, my beloved

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                              ❝ and i will bear it so they don’t have to. ❞   

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⚕ (for Wheatley)

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⚕ terrified

Being a personality core, a construct with precious little in the way of self-autonomy where locomotion is concerned, means that there is not much more that Wheatley fears more than a loss of control. It’s why the pull of the chassis was so cloying — and why it amplified his selfishness tenfold.

Disengaging from his management rail was terrifying for much more than a perceived loss of simulated life: to leave it was to entrust the entirety of himself in the hands of a human, a biological creature whose actions defy the security and logic of facility protocols.

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PORTAL 2 + Aperture Laboratories

This next test applies the principles of momentum to movement through portals. If the laws of physics no longer apply in the future, God help you.

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They’ve been walking long enough that the silence between them was approaching a chafing heaviness — thick and far less tolerable than even Wheatley’s worst prattling. This close to the surface the sunlight is starting to slat through portions of wall that had began to crumble up in the chamber corners. Maybe it’s the warmth that emboldens Wheatley to open his big stupid mouth.

“ ... m’ sorry about, uh, all that. Back there. Th' whole bein’-a-robot thing.” The silence has a few seconds to settle again.

“Oh. And the gunfire, too. Right mess, that was.”

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( The problematic urge to roleplay smaller low-stakes threads on here. Like for a starter maybe? + specify for whomst )

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( dear god I’m moving out soon I am sorry for being so dead all of the time I miss writing lol. i promise to be significantly more alive when the stress of just kind of existing amongst my family is gone. )

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(( I am still intending on posting here life is just ROUGH soz. ))

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askthereveredinventor​:

He’s grinding his teeth now.

“No. No, no, no! I don’t expect that at all! I’m not stupid, Zigmund. Nothing works like that!” Cecil huffs, exasperated now, running a hand through his hair. He snorts. “I don’t know what you want, I’m just … I’m trying to start somewhere! I’m not such a fool that I think I can fix this with words, or in a night … or even any time soon. But I have to try.”

A foot anxiously taps on the ground; it’s this or pacing, and the last thing he wants to do is pace.

“I don’t think you’re stupid. I know you must think that I do, what with the offer I gave you, but I don’t.”

Oh. He sure was pushing all the right buttons, wasn’t he? It’s enough to summon a smug smirk against the yordle’s features, his ears cocked forwards in amusement.

“You Pilties are so cute when you’re upset. So emotional ... clouds judgment, doc.” A finger tap-taps one of the optics of Zigg’s goggles, a mockery all on its own — he wouldn’t need to wear them if it wasn’t for the Council and all its decisions.

“If I’m jonesing to get my snooze on maybe I’ll consider the offer.”

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// Oh my god they were academic rivals ...

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askthereveredinventor​:

“When you need a place to stay, for any reason.” He starts. “Come see me. I won’t ask any questions. My door will always be open to you.”

An olive branch, to start. He’s so certain that he knows it’s going to take a lot of work to smooth things over even a fraction, but he had to begin somewhere. Cecil thinks that he must start by trusting Ziggs.

“Oh, that’s adorable.” The yordle’s voice practically drips smarm as he fritzes his fingers out in a little starburst, as if positively jazzed by it all. “What, are we gonna have tea? Sing a song and, HELLO! All better? Give me a break.”

Trust doesn’t seem to be the issue here; whatever front the yordle has on is about a few feet too deep for a simple olive branch to break through.

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askthereveredinventor​:

Never before has the professor felt so thoroughly defeated. His arms wind around himself in a bit of a hug.

“I’ll prove myself.” He says, with the last bit of conviction he’s able to muster. He actually sounds determined, in spite of it all. “Don’t listen to my words, Zigmund, just watch me and I will show you.”

He casts a sidelong glance out at the City, taking in a breath before he looks back to Ziggs. He even looks determined, past the fluff. “I will show you that I can do better.”

Another laugh comes this time, louder than the last — it’s closer to the maniacal hoots and hollers that often tail any one of his demolitions, though far more restrained.

“Go on then, bud. I’m watching. Don’t leave me waiting on a promise.” Swinging his head to the side, he observes Cecil through his goggles, expression a mocking thing.

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askthereveredinventor​:

Cecil squeezes his eyes shut. Everything feels heavy. He’ll deal with this, as he’s dealt with any of the other problems he’s brought upon himself. Never let it be said that the Revered Inventor doesn’t make mistakes, even costly ones.

“All right.” He says finally, with a nod. “I’ll do better. This is my promise.”

“Heh.”

The sound is guttural and deprecating, the sharp rasp of Zigg’s voice present even in the way he laughs. His goggles trail across the horizon, staring into the far off distance, off to the spires of the gleaming city he’d once seen in his dreams.

“I left Bandle on a promise, y’know. Piltover. City of progress. Where anyone can be anything. Isn’t that something?” He’s looking back to Cecil now, arms crossed.

“Really had me going.”

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believe me, DARLING           the stars were made for                                          FALLING