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The young scientist groggily woke. She blinked her eyes, seeing only darkness. "Where am I?" She asked herself aloud.

She tried to sit up, and hit her head on some kind of barrier just a few inches above her head. Surprised, she fell back against the faded cushion which had served as her pillow over the past year. The confused woman would have panicked, but she felt so tired. And hungry. She couldn't recall her last meal... She hadn't eaten since she'd put herself in this casket-like container. She couldn't recall why she'd put herself in it...

The female reached out, out of habit, and her hand grasped a small lever adjacent her hip. She gave a feeble tug. The lever didn't budge.

"Must have rusted." She muttered. The scientist, in her early twenties, mustered whatever strength she had left, and pulled the lever towards herself. It groaned loudly, and finally released a small mechanism with was holding the top of the casket down. She took a few deep breaths, exhausted just from that small amount of exertion. After a moment to recover, and pushed the lid of her container away from her. It swung open on a hinge.

Sitting up, several lights flickered on, and lit up the small, dark chamber. She felt a cold piece of metal slid against her neck, it was a dog tag. Was she part of the military? She wondered. It read:

Angelina Kame

With her name, memories flooded back to Angie. Memories of losing her family, and coming to Aperture to make something of herself. Then... something happened. "What happened?" She wondered aloud to herself.

She had met Pete, a towering man who could've been a football player. He had become her only friend. Even when Cave Johnson, the founder of Aperture Science put his trusted assistant into a computer. And Peter had put himself in suspended animation, with Angie... She looked to her right, and saw a rust covered container identical to her own, just the right size to be a coffin. She knew instantly that it contained her friend.

Angie swung her legs over the edge of her casket, and set her long-fall-boot-equipped feet on the ground. As soon as she set her full weight on her legs, they gave out, and she collapsed. Angie groaned, and struggled to get up. She got on her hands and knees to be more stable. Looked at her arms, she realized they were much thinner than they had been. She needed to eat something soon.

She crawled across the room to Pete's casket, and opened it. "Pete... I think we were right. Aperture is no more." She said in a weak voice.



Many floor above the two scientists, hundreds of test subjects slept peacefully. Well... the one who weren't dead, slept peacefully. The entirety of the Relaxation center groaned as it swung across empty air. The crash echoed for minutes, which seemed to carry on for hours. Ceilings collapsed, walls caved in, the beds, along with the bodies of test subjects sleeping in them were thrown through the air. Most of what used to be a temporary 'home' for the test subjects fell into the depths of a pit that knew no end.

One small section of the Relaxation Center was catapulted into a huge broken test chamber. It landed right side up, and managed to stop without much damage. The occupants were thrown around a bit, though they survived, having been rudely awakened.

There were three surviving rooms. And three surviving test subjects.