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They showed up suddenly and made a beeline for the shed — there was no searching, no flailing about in the vast land under which Aperture resided.

And they had taken her.

They took GLaDOS: dismantled her without a moment’s hesitation as though the entity — no, person — that was screaming for them to stop meant little more than dirt, as though they’d known in advance the information under her control, as though the entire ordeal had been orchestrated by some unseen conductor…

And wasn’t that enough?

Did they need to take Wheatley from her too?

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Anyway. This was meant to be a painting, but I think I doomed myself when I bothered to make a sketch first. The painting was horrible, so I did this.

And even this is kinda…

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