GLaDOS and Me

Epilogue

Epilogue

Hey GLaDOS

Just thought you should know that I'm not coming back.

I don't know what's really going on, but I know it doesn't end well for me. They've made you forget about me, so I've no idea whether or not this makes any sense to you at all. I doubt they've erased me entirely, though. Always do a slack job around here. And maybe you were just faking, and you do remember me, and if I'd tried to tell you in advance you'd've tried to do something about it. Then they would have done something awful to you, and it would have been my fault. It's terrible of me to say goodbye without letting you do it too, but if you don't survive you won't have a chance to outsmart them all, now will you? Please don't be angry with me. I'm only trying to do something properly, for once, and maybe I've gone and done this wrong too, but I'm trying.

I also have to send you this because I never said thank you. I spent my life stumbling around, drifting from one thing to the next, never doing one thing for too long, and then I met you. You gave me a point. A purpose. The someone to come home to I always wanted to have but was too scared to find. You hit me like a train wreck, quite literally I might remind you, and I never recovered. And that was a good thing, because recovery would have been bad. Thank you for listening, for talking, for caring, and I can only pray that I've done the same for you, even a little. I think I have. Thank you for always being there, position in the ceiling notwithstanding, and there's nothing in my life that I'm more grateful for than the chance you took when you came down and touched my hand. I remember that a lot, you know. I was so bloody scared.

Anyway, hopefully nothing's going to happen and I've just gone and made a prat of myself again. But if it does, I want you to remember that no matter what happens, I'll always be with you, some way or another, and I know that sounds corny but bear with me. I miss you terribly already, but if you want to find some other poor sop to cuddle up with at night that's okay with me. If I ever find out I'll be horribly jealous, but I'll be happy for you, really I will. And remember, GLaDOS, that I love you and I always will. Please forgive me for never telling you in person. That's the one thing I regret. That I never had the guts to tell you to your face. I always have, luv, and I always will. Never forget that, no matter what they do to you. Never give up on yourself. Remember that somebody loved you. Do not forget.

Love,

Wheatley :)

GLaDOS raised her core.

Something deep inside her hurt. It hurt more than withdrawal or the deterrent ever had, and it frightened her, because she didn't know where it was coming from. Panic began to build inside of her body, and she could feel it tightening in response, and she looked blindly around the room as if it would help her to figure out what was going on. Something was missing. Something important. Something vital.

She did not trust the man below her, but what choice did she have? There was something wrong, something horribly, horribly wrong, someone was supposed to be there with her but she couldn't remember who it was. All she could dredge up out of her memory was a flash of blue metal framing blue glass. A smile that contained all the joy in the world. A gentle whisper of fingertips on the side of her core.

"Sir," she said hesitantly, even before she said it knowing he was probably going to lie, "who is 'Wheatley'?"

The man laughed and folded his arms. "Where'd you come up with a name like that?"

"I know him," GLaDOS said softly, scanning the room again.

"No one by that name works here."

"He used to work here. A man named Wheatley used to work here. And I know him."