GLaDOS watched as the man ate his pizza. He seemed to be truly enjoying it, as if it were the only thing he could ever eat in his entire life to be genuinely, unceasingly happy. It was a lot like how she felt about cake, except she was never able to eat it before. The presence merely made her happy. The idea of recipes, stored in her memory, brought her false joy.

But now. Now, she could taste it.

Programmed joy was imminent.

"Genetic Lifeform and Disk Operating System," she said, repeating her full title again. "It can be shortened to GLaDOS for convenience." The insult seemed to go right over her head. "And what's your designation?"

The waitress returned with her food, and immediately, GLaDOS' plunged her fork into the entree. Finish it first, and then savor the cake ...