A Nasty Piece of Work - A complete guide to GLaDOSSo, here we are again, dear Portal fandom. Today I am here to bring you something nobody asked for — a good, long chat about our favourite sassmaster AI.A Nasty Piece of Work - A complete guide to GLaDOS by altairattorney
If there is such a thing as fighting for a character's reputation in a fandom, that is what I have been doing for GLaDOS since the day I completed my first playthrough. She is one of the most misunderstood characters I know, if not the most misunderstood. What may the reason for that be?
Well, it is not hard to understand. Such is the fate of complex characters, aka those characters whose story and personality naturally include contradictions, doubts, morally grey areas. For audiences made by people like us, sadly used to clichés due to a ridiculous overexposure, it is just too easy to grab a character with so many layers and shove their whole existence in just one of them.
That is how supervillain!GLaDOS, offensively-clichéd-mental-illness!GLaDOS, omnipotent-evil-goddess!GLaDOS and many, many more were born. No
Portal 3 Chapter 50Kayla exited the vent and was shot into her destination. Kayla tried to fly back to the vent but it disappeared behind a panel before she could. With a scowl on her face, she quickly flew up and took in her surroundings around her. She was in a white testing chamber with nothing in it but a door that was set to open and a portal gun sitting in a stand. Kayla looked at it all and realized exactly what was going on.Portal 3 Chapter 50 by InGodzHandz
“Where is everybody, GLaDOS?” Kayla asked as calmly as she could. “Are you doing to them what you’re doing to me?”
“Greetings, cripple,” GLaDOS’s voice suddenly said over the intercom. “You will be participating in an enrichment center activity. Your job is to pass all the tests with the portal gun and in return I may let you see your family again. Can you handle that?”
“Duh!” Kayla said with a great deal of sass as she telekinetically picked up the portal g
Portal 2 - Siren SongHer vigilance grew along the size of Aperture.Portal 2 - Siren Song by altairattorney
If Chell had believed to be lost, back where the hidden pipes drenched her in red, its immensity unfolded to prove her wrong. That first testing track was but a shell – she had been spat out, unwanted, to end up roaming the open sea.
The more gashes tore apart the chambers, the farther her eyes could reach. She laid her gaze outside wherever possible, eager for information. The end of it never came.
She adapted herself to counterbalance it. She measured distances gone rogue with her short, balanced steps. Even just to small segments, her jumps brought back its harmony.
It was simple. There was no other secret to survival – no point in reaching for more than you can hold.
The grandeur men were drawn to, embodied by the spaces all around, split open in their decay, so she would know better. The result of their miscalculations creaked just beneath her soles. It saved her, to learn the end of the story in advance.
Portal 3 Chapter 49Glass boxes full of turrets arrived in GLaDOS’s chamber. She had sucked them all away from the group with the pneumatic diversity vents and placed them in the boxes. Sylvie, Atlas, P-Body, and Chell were there too in their own box separated from the others. The turrets looked around absolutely bewildered and frightened.Portal 3 Chapter 49 by InGodzHandz
All of them that is except for the box that contained Rose, Ignatius, and Peppermint. Rose and Ignatius stared at her emotionally at her while Peppermint upon seeing Violet was absolutely enraged.
“Welcome, everyone, especially you, Chell,” GLaDOS said. “It has been a while.”
“There, you are, you monster!” Peppermint yelled at Violet as she opened up her guns to fire at her. “You’re lucky that I’m behind this glass wall!”
Violet tried backing up slowly but was stopped by GLaDOS’s claw that came down from the ceiling. Violet looked up at GLaDOS
Portal - GeographyWhenever her eyes capture something new, Chell stops to memorize it.Portal - Geography by altairattorney
If the voice happens to note her pause, she refuses to listen. As far as she is concerned, comments and silence can equally be ignored. Where that cheap brand of sarcasm changes nothing at all, the details she observes are of vital importance.
She moves as close as the environment lets her, in quiet, measured steps, and puts her mind at work harder than any other time.
She splits the walls in distances with her gaze. Laser, cube, unknown contraption – she names and classifies each anew, giving them a space in the imaginary map she is building.
Her knowledge of the place constructs itself, merciless. She leaves no room for error, no matter how small the change may be. Too many, too important, are the outcomes which depend on her efforts.
Because, if Aperture never bothered to know her beyond her subject tag, she is at least clever enough to do the opposite. She can only rely on her own findings – nothing mo
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