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Doug Rattmann: Reality is the story the mind tells itself.
An artificial structure conjured into being by the calcium ion exchange of a million synaptic fringes.
Cube: Where is she now?
Doug: In the main chamber.
Cube: You mean...with her?
Doug: A truth so strange it could only be lied into existence. And our minds can lie- never doubt it.
Cube: The end is finally upon us.
Peter Brundle: Hey, you missed all the fun this morning. We had to hit the kill switch again.
Doug: You have a strange idea of fun.
Peter: Doug, listen. We're lucky to be working on this.
Doug: You have a strange idea of luck, too.
Peter: No, think about it, kid. Every generation gets a new frontier to tackle. I mean, Einstein got relativity...
...those NASA cowboys got the moon landing. All the easy stuff is taken.
Peter: Take a look around you!
Peter: We're on the edge here. Artificial consciousness IS the new frontier! This could be it.
Peter: For all of us! The scientific achievement that not only makes the world a better place, but puts us- you, me- the true minds behind the convoluted madness out there into recognition.
Doug: But every time we turn it on it tries to kill us!
Peter: So it's not without its problems. Everyone gets temperamental.
Doug: Everyone?! You're acting like it's a fu- Peter: SHE is more than just an IT, Doug!
Doug: But those problems have deadly consequences.
♫PA System Jingle♫
Cave Johnson: Cave Johnson here! You lab boys quit your yapping and get back to work! Announcer: This message is pre-recorded.
Doug: I'd rather have gone to the moon.
Cube: Can she really be awake after all this time?
(Distant metal clang)
Doug: It's like it was yesterday. It plays in my head so many times. Each and every single sound triggers something inside of me.
GLaDOS: The Enrichment Center would like to announce a new employee initiative of forced voluntary participation.
GLaDOS: If any Aperture employee would like to opt out of this initiative, remember: Science rhymes with compliance.
GLaDOS: You know what doesn't rhyme with compliance?
GLaDOS: Neurotoxin.
GLaDOS: Now there's just you.
Cube: You don't NEED those anymore. You're fine.
Doug: I NEED them. I've been saving them for the right time. I'm sorry.
GLaDOS: Is it a coincidence you've been diagnosed with schizophrenia and now think a homicidal computer is after you? Seriously now, how likely is that?
Doug: There are times I can almost see the underlying grammar of this place.
Doug: It's a metastasized amalgam of add-ons, additions, appropriations...building itself out of itself.
Doug: Beautiful and terrible.
Cube: What was THAT?
Doug: The ultimate systems crash.
Cube: Keep running, keep running!
Peter: You're running from an opportunity!
Doug: Stop watching me!
GLaDOS: You'll see. None of this is real.
Doug: "The latest in cognitive thought inhibition technology." What a joke.
Doug: When all you have is an counterfeit conscience, well, you can always ignore your conscience.
Doug (Panting): She must have escaped!
Cube: I'm sure you're right.
Cube: What is it? Run!
Doug: I hear something!
Cube: You don't have to go back.
Doug: Running's what I've been doing. Running and hiding. Not anymore.
GLaDOS: You've avoided capture for weeks. What makes you so different?
GLaDOS: Ah, it's all right here in your file. Have you renewed your prescription lately?
Doug: The files.
GLaDOS: Schizophrenia? You really do have some serious issues. Why don't you come out of there and we can talk about it. You humans like to talk, right?
GLaDOS: I'd ask you to think outside the box on this one, but it's clear your box is broken. And has schizophrenia.
Doug: It's got to be her.
Doug: It's too late.
Cube: You know, you can save her.
Doug: How?
Cube: Quickly, patch her into the reserve grid. It will restart her life support.
Doug: Are there any turrets?
Cube: ...
Doug: No wake up date. It's the long sleep or the long sleep. Both dead and alive until someone opens the box.
Doug: Forgive me.
Cube: How did you know? How did you know it would be her?
Doug: Something in her file. A hunch.
Doug: I'm tired now.
Cube: You've earned a rest.
Doug: Both dead and alive until someone opens the box.
(Muffled knocking) Wheatley: Hello? Anyone in there?