"Here you are, Shelly. You can take whatever you like. Is there anything in particular you want?"
GLaDOS gave the large room a once-over, evaluating the size, the height, and the number of patients in it as opposed to the number of tables and seats. When she finally did turn her head back to the food available (all of it nutritionally garbage, but she had never been one to bother with that, given she had never been capable of eating), the nurse was offering her a tray. She took the tray and, with awkward hands, picked up no small amount of very sweet food. The nurse smiled, made sure she didn't trip over her own feet when getting to a table, and left.
Now without a so-called authority figure around to regulate her, GLaDOS considered what was happening. She had been given a new name - possibly re-labled in the process of transferring her database into this vulnerable body. But wouldn't they have altered her memories as well? Made her believe she was truly called Shelly Lancaster? And for that matter, if the intent of whoever had done this was to give her a new purpose in life, why hadn't they turned her entire database into the recollection of being a human instead of simply transferring her into a new body and letting her remember her time as the control center of the Aperture Science laboratory? The intent was clearly not to give her a new purpose. It was either to toy with her, or to challenge her. Possibly both. Maybe another intent entirely.
GLaDOS allowed herself to think about that on the side as she picked up one of the cinnamon rolls she'd taken. (2 cups warm water. 1/2 cups sugar. 2 teaspoons dry yeast. 2 eggs. 1 teaspoon salt. 1/3 cup cooking oil. 6 to 7 cups flour.) She took a bite out of it and, for a moment, stopped thinking about anything at all; the sweetness of it, with the glaze, the raisins, and the overall sugar content, was almost enough to make her think that being a human was nothing but advantages. Taste, after all, was one thing she had tried and failed to program into herself as a computer system. (She quickly passed the 'pure advantages' theory off as trash, knowing firsthand how disadvantageous being a human was.)
There was no sense in being subtle about it. She indulged herself in the sweet foods, only pausing to take a long drink of slightly-less-sweet juice when she could no longer manage to swallow anything without feeling her gag reflex act up. For all their fallacies, downfalls, uselessness, and irritating habits, humans were capable of producing the most delicious of foods.
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GLaDOS gave the large room a once-over, evaluating the size, the height, and the number of patients in it as opposed to the number of tables and seats. When she finally did turn her head back to the food available (all of it nutritionally garbage, but she had never been one to bother with that, given she had never been capable of eating), the nurse was offering her a tray. She took the tray and, with awkward hands, picked up no small amount of very sweet food. The nurse smiled, made sure she didn't trip over her own feet when getting to a table, and left.
Now without a so-called authority figure around to regulate her, GLaDOS considered what was happening. She had been given a new name - possibly re-labled in the process of transferring her database into this vulnerable body. But wouldn't they have altered her memories as well? Made her believe she was truly called Shelly Lancaster? And for that matter, if the intent of whoever had done this was to give her a new purpose in life, why hadn't they turned her entire database into the recollection of being a human instead of simply transferring her into a new body and letting her remember her time as the control center of the Aperture Science laboratory? The intent was clearly not to give her a new purpose. It was either to toy with her, or to challenge her. Possibly both. Maybe another intent entirely.
GLaDOS allowed herself to think about that on the side as she picked up one of the cinnamon rolls she'd taken. (2 cups warm water. 1/2 cups sugar. 2 teaspoons dry yeast. 2 eggs. 1 teaspoon salt. 1/3 cup cooking oil. 6 to 7 cups flour.) She took a bite out of it and, for a moment, stopped thinking about anything at all; the sweetness of it, with the glaze, the raisins, and the overall sugar content, was almost enough to make her think that being a human was nothing but advantages. Taste, after all, was one thing she had tried and failed to program into herself as a computer system. (She quickly passed the 'pure advantages' theory off as trash, knowing firsthand how disadvantageous being a human was.)
There was no sense in being subtle about it. She indulged herself in the sweet foods, only pausing to take a long drink of slightly-less-sweet juice when she could no longer manage to swallow anything without feeling her gag reflex act up. For all their fallacies, downfalls, uselessness, and irritating habits, humans were capable of producing the most delicious of foods.