Part 1: Science of the Lowest Degree
"Every thing must have a beginning... and that beginning must be linked to something that went before." -Mary Shelly
A blast of sound first spawned as a deafening crash, slowly dissipating into silence as the detached chamberlock lift fell deeper and deeper into the bowels of Aperture Science. Its initial rumble was nullified by the Central AI Chamber's soundproof paneling.
The chamber's center was its focal point, and recent events made this more evident than normal; the room's only source of light was a brilliant red glow emitting from a pit located beneath the Central AI. The pit's many technological components can be seen looped and tangled around one another, but the most eye-catching piece of hardware was a huge red claw craning out from the pit's innards.
A small potato with an even smaller battery wired in was clutched between the claw's two massive fingers. It let out a jaded sigh, with its yellow light animating in sequence. "That chamberlock cost over five grand to build. It's irreplaceable and you just destroyed it."
"It can be rebuilt. I am the Central Core, now. Aren't I?" Wheatley's snide remark was met with silence, which he inattentively ignored. GLaDOS strove to avoid any and all conversation with the corrupted core. She despised everything about him, right down to that skittish ramble adjusted to have a Bristol accent for no logical reason. Why Aperture's scientists even gave him a voice like that, she may never know.
Wheatley shifted his sapphire optic from the glass-littered chamberlock shaft to the potato battery; his grime-coated 'eyelids' nearly closed shut, but not quite, in an effort to mimic the act of squinting. "What should I do with you now that she is plummeting down an elevator shaft?" He said in a low, grim octave, which was soon replaced by one of childish glee. "Heh, good thing I got that ol' iron grip, right?"
GLaDOS attempted to let out an exasperated sigh, failing in her efforts to give Wheatley the cold shoulder. Its effect was impaired, however, as it only came out as broken white noise. Ignoring the battery's own limited functions, she pursued grating Wheatley. "You have no idea how to take care of this facility, do you?" Her soft yellow light blinked with every syllable.
Wheatley gave her chiding remark a moment of thought, which is a real feat in itself. He moved away from GLaDOS, as if she was physically interfering with his already-limited thought process. After finally coming up with a clever rebuke, Wheatley flexed the robotic arm back up to his face. "You know what I'm going to do?"
"Destroy this facility?" the battery retorted.
Wheatley gave off an annoyed sigh; his side emitted a small shower of sparks, alluding to his prior scuffle with the newly-reborn GLaDOS. "No," he replied, bluntly. "Since I am the new Central AI of Aperture Science, I don't need you anymore. And so I've decided to get rid of you for good."
Wheatley then attempted to drop his grating inflection into one that was both dark and sinister. "You know what I've found?" he asked, failing to instill fear in GLaDOS due to his voice breaking into a dorky shrill mid-sentence.
Embarrassed, Wheatley slid his outer plates forward, almost completely covering his eye; it gave him an almost clam-like look. "Sorry about that," he maundered, then chuckled bashfully. "I'm a little new to this whole 'evil' thing; trying to nail the 'evil voice'. Not working out so well."
"Dear God..."
"I know, right? I mean, I could try... y-y'know what? I-I'll deal with this later. I'll have plenty of time to come up with an evil laugh after I whip this place into shape. So, anyway, where was I? Ah, yes! Luv?" asked Wheatley, making a hasty return to the matter at hand. "Do you know what I found?"
"A program that makes you into an idiot," quipped the potato battery, and quickly adding, "Oh, wait. That's scientifically impossible. You're about as dumb as they get." There was a slight hint of amusement to the potato's emotionless vocals.
Wheatley's groan of irritation went in unison with his face plates flaring open, like a cobra hissing at its prey. He expelled a plume of hot steam from one of the pipes traveling along the exterior of the suspended central AI platform. The glossy-black panels walling the chamber seemed to fidget about with Wheatley's spike of rage. "Yep, yeah! Laugh it up! 'Heh-heh-heh', because-because you're in no position to be making snide little remarks!" The mortified sphere raved and ranted to the point where GLaDOS thought he'd blow a fuse. "But remember one thing, Luv," his voice once again dropped into a sinister, ill-boding octave, I'm the big man now. I could crush your battery at this very moment if I wanted too!"
GLaDOS was more or less unfazed. "Good. Do it. I can't stand listening to this drivel any longer."
Wheatley narrowed his eye. "Okay, you know what? I was going to give you a long and boring speech on how I accessed some restricted files-"
"Wait, wait, wait!" piped GLaDOS in an insistent tone. "What do you mean 'restricted files'? Those are restricted for a reason, you idiot! Do you know why? Because there could be abandoned projects in there that could level this entire facility!"
"Oh?" noted Wheatley in a mocking tone; he rose a panel hinged above his eye, like a human raising a brow. "Such as the, oh, I don't know, 'Project Six-Dash-Twelve', dubbed 'The Alternate Universe Projects'? Aw, this sounds interesting. i wonder what these d--"
"Don't touch those," the battery pleaded with austere emphasis.
The core shot his optic-lens to the darkened, crudely angled walls and let out a chided laugh, amused by the once mighty AI's plight. "What about this? The, uh, 'The Multiverse Project: Eck... que...' huh?"
"Uh, this project!" spouted the witless core, attempting to recover what little menace he had briefly had.
Ignoring Wheatley's buffoonish attempts at being threatening, GLaDOS pondered over what Project 6-12 was. She couldn't; then again, even a rogue AI knew not to interfere with possibly dangerous experiments. They were abandoned for a reason, she thought.
Once again, in a more demanding tone, GLaDOS said, "Don't access those files."
"Ha!" Wheatley spat; his optical lens sprung out from his chassis in concordance. "Your reverse psychology won't work on me, Luv!"
"What are you talking about, you idiot!?" she exclaimed, almost damaging the battery's fragile vocal cords. "I'm trying to warn you!" Her warning was delivered with a sharp, teeth-grinding screech.
Ignoring her pleas, the robotic claw's clamorous gears began to shift and grind against each other as Wheatley carried GLaDOS to the core-transfer module. As the console underwent its automated procedure, Wheatley began to prattle on and on in decadent victory. "I truly appreciate your concerns, which is good, considering I have no idea what this Project: Equesi-bleh will exactly do. But I am certain that this facility is better off with me in charge. I mean, let's lay out all the cards on the table, shall we? I took care of the rogue test subject. I removed a corrupt AI from the premises--"
"Actually, she did that," GLaDOS interjected from her transfer port.
"I--uh," Wheatley flustered, but managed to ignore her, "Uh, I became the rightful leader of Aperture Science, and-and it's better off without you, I bet!"
"Better off as a junkyard, perhaps."
"Not listening!" Wheatley turned around, not facing GLaDOS as she was slowly uploaded into his unveiled project. The wall panels spectated the argument, glaring at the bickering robots with malice red eyes.
"I swear I'll get back at you for this," hissed GLaDOS in a bitter tone.
"Core transfer to --Equestria-- is ready to begin. Central Core, are you ready to start?" the prerecorded male announcer queried in a phony upbeat tone.
Wheatley motioned his head in a nodding rhythm. "Oh, yes indeedy!"
"Very good. Test subject, are you ready to start?"
"Bite me."
"Excellent! We are ready to begin!"
GLaDOS' vision dimmed into blackness, just as Wheatley released a gout of laughter like a maniacal cartoon villain. Second by second, her world darkened into a foreboding nothing; she was unsure how to feel. 'Fear' would be the appropriate response, but she was much too proud to feel as such.
Glados' eyes fluttered, bleary, but open, greeted by a beautifully shaded blue sky dotted with numerous plush clouds. The atmosphere was warm, lazy. The monotonous drone of cicadas were heard, buzzing away in the distance. Such obvious signs indicated that it, wherever it exactly is, was well into the season of summer. Yet, being outside with a tranquil breeze wasn't the first thing that processed through the dazed artificial's mind.
An odd sensation, brushing up against her back, felt rather ticklish.
Wait, felt? Felt!?
In a panic, Glados' featureless marble-yellow eyes made a sharp twinge to the left, then the right. By sheer instinct, she took in a shuddering breath.
Breathing... so this is what is feels like. Glados took in another deep inhale; her stomach was felt rising gradually. I like it. The air was sweet and light, just as how she imagined the cake would smell. Like garbage.
This feeling, the sensation of being able to sense things like an organic, was nauseating. Terrified of whatever abstract Hell she was now trapped in, Glados reluctantly asked herself, What and where the hell am I?
As if on autopilot, Glados' new body tightened its' neck muscles, pulling her head up just like the arrangement of gears grafted into her old platform. The sight she was met with turned Glados' breathing into panicked gasps. No... no this can't be real. This has to be a dream! Then again, robots can't dream (unless that little idiot actually killed me). Oh, please God, let this be my eternal suffering instead of reality.
From head to toe, there was only fur. Real, organic, glimmering white fur matted down into disgustingly soft layers. It took a moment for the dumbstruck AI to realize exactly what she was. She was like a human, with arms and legs of a sort, yet they ended in eerily disfigured stumps, like they were bone. No, like hooves.
Solid, alabaster hooves. Parting her hind legs just a bit, she was greeted with the heart-stopping sight of a fountain of black hair protruding out from between her legs. The execrable appendage seemed to have a mind of its own, wagging to and fro with an occasional flick when the breeze would pick up.
The fact of what the once-artificial being has been reduced to hit her like a ton, no, an entire ocean liner of bricks: I'm an equine, trapped in a strange and uncharted alternate universe, overthrown by an intelligence dampening core and a mute brain-dead psychopath.
Glados, admittedly, has never seen a live horse before. But she did see pictures of them in the files dug up from various Aperture terminals. Their design isn't what Glados would call 'desirable', to say the least. In fact, she found them to be rather repulsive, with their long, spindly legs, elongated faces and soulless eyes.
Thankfully, despite all that, there was a cold comfort in knowing that this new form's walking appendages were rather stocky, though it didn't help much; Glados was still trying to process her situation, all while trying to comprehend this overwhelming sense of 'feeling'. Sure, Aperture's robots had a sense of touch to some extent, but never a full-blown nervous system like organics.
The ticklish sensation of the grass brushing against the mare's cream-colored back sent shivers down her recently developed spine. She verbally let out a convulsed shudder in response to the unpleasant sensation, then went into abrupt silence seconds later.
Horses shouldn't talk.
Glados' contorted her soft, furred lips and let out a lazy groan. Oh my God... I'm in a world where horses can talk. This is... I don't even now what to say. All five senses, especially a once limited perception of touch suddenly imploded with stronger sensitivity, as well as the new abilities of smell and taste, was all too much for her to handle; a prolonged scream reverberating into the heavens sufficed in venting Glados' constrained stress, followed by droves of birds flocking out of the perimeter in a flurry of startled caws.
Panting heavily, Glados thought to herself, Well, I'm not going to get back to Aperture moping about like a child. She then spoke aloud, "The quicker I get out of this thing, the better."
If one thing's for sure, it's that Glados' new 'organic' voice would take some getting used to. Her delivery now had actual emotion, as opposed to those auto-tuned robotic vocals she has grown to become so accustomed to. Oddly enough, her new voice sounded the same as before, just with more 'feeling'. Regardless, Glados was somewhat pleased her new vocal capabilities somewhat resembled the old ones.
Well, it's something, though not much.
With that thought, there was a strange tugging feeling in what Glados could only assume was where an equine's heart is located. So this is what it feels like to have a broken heart? Not as torturous as I'd imagine. Now I know how humans feel after discovering that lobsters don't actually scream when being boiled alive.
Emotions. Just as she feared, they were inescapable. Though Glados did experience feelings before all of this, before she was murdered, the difference between then and now is that the reincarnated intelligence can't redact these emotions like she could as a Central AI. She just felt utterly useless now, unable to do anything; no turrets, no all-seeing cameras, and probably worst of all, no deadly neurotoxin.
Glados lied there, sulking in her own misery, watching the plethora of clouds roll by without a care of the world below. If this is where she'd spend the rest of her now mortal life, then at the very least it couldn't be as bad as being stuck in a potato battery for all eternity.
With Wheately.
There was a sudden lingering sense of dread Glados felt only once, prior to her murder at the hands of the one rogue test subject.
That little idiot! I have to find a way to reach him, before he turns Michigan into a ten mile crater.
Thus, Glados began the awkwardly loathsome process of learning how to stand. She saw how horses walked before; they trot like deer, only less majestic and more like a freight train.
Or Chell.
She sat up on her haunches, planting her front hooves into the lush grass, and slowly shifted a wobbly hind leg into the soil.
"I feel like an idiot," she seethed. Almost falling on her side, Glados managed to catch herself and settle a back-right leg into the ground.
Now standing tall, Glados felt painfully insignificant. She just couldn't get over the fact that she was once the result of the most powerful minds in America, now reduced to learning how to walk in an unnatural organic body.
"Well, there's no time to waste," she mused, scornfully. "Time to start walking. Like a baby. Shouldn't be to hard, I just gotta... okay. Here we go." Taking a deep, rejuvenating breath of air, Glados took her first step into madness, starting with one hoof raised.
Front left, back right, front right, back left This one-way line of thinking was repeated to herself as she slowly descended the side of the hill. Nearing its' base, she complacently thought, Heh, this is easy. Just when Glados thought that, karma came and tripped her, planting her face right into the ground.
A new, undesired vibe pulsated throughout her nose: the feeling of pain. 'Ouch' was the first word to escape the cumbersome pony's thoughts, then a lowly groan passed her lips. The pain was blunt, thick; her nose was left in a null state that made her wish the tickling sensation from before returned.
"Hey partner, ya alright?" a speaker of Texan dialect asked, sounding genuinely concerned. "Ah heard ya scream over yonder and thought you mighta been in trouble."
At first, Glados thought, Finally! A form of sub-intelligent life that could potentially help me escape from this festering hellhole. Once her head removed itself from its' planted spot in the dirt, she saw a pair of orange hooves inches away from her face. Oh, you've gotta be kidding me.
She struggled to get back up to all fours, causing the tangerine-colored mare's helpful nature to kick in and lock a foreleg around the fallen pony's, pulling her up. Glados flinched at the unexpected warmth of an organic touching another, but her tension dissipated almost instantly.
Now standing on her hooves once more, Glados saw the most hope-crushing factor of this entire image: a stetson, nestled on the pony's bushel of ill-groomed blonde hair. It has been scientifically proven (at some point) that cowboy hats lead to the socially awkward or inept. No one with half a brain cell wears a cowboy hat anymore. Dear Science, help me in my time of need.
Accompanied by emerald eyes that were both gentle and welcoming, the orange pony held a hoof out with a greeting smile. "Mah name's Applejack. An' might Ah ask, what're ya doin' way out here?"
Glados remained calm, allowing a poker face to mask whatever reasonable emotions tried to escape. Her eyes glowered at the pony's extended hoof, and then at the picnic basket saddled up on her back. Applejack slowly reclined the gesture; her smile just as slowly faded.
"Ah can see yer not the talkative type," she said with a wink that made Glados' vomit reflex act up. Applejack's face brightened up. "Hey, ah'm waitin' fer mah friends to get here fer a picnic." She motioned behind her at a small village settled in the distance. "Why don't ya sit down fer a while? Get some grub?"
Glados lowered her head, still remained in a deadlocked stare with Applejack. She continued glaring at the friendly pony through cage-like bangs, hoping that this was a clear sign that she wanted to be left alone, despite a horse not being nearly as intimidating as a giant robot in control of an entire facility, armed with deadly neurotoxin.
Rather than being terrified, Applejack instead laughed, "Heh-heh-heh! Y'know what? You remind me of mah friend, Fluttershy! Ah reckon you two would get along just fine."
Get! Me! Out of here! Glados allowed a grievous scream to race throughout her callous mind, and with nowhere else to go, she fell to the grass with a hollow "thump."
Next Time: Whiplash - Glados slowly realizes these creatures' true intent, and that it's just as horrifying as she imagined.
I've finally worked up the courage to do a Portal story! It's my favorite game ever, probably because there's no actual fighting, cuz I suck at those kind of games.
But yeah, let me know if I've gotten Glados' personality right.
And P.S. The picture is how Glados looks as a pony, minus the wings and potato cutie mark. Sorry, she's a wimpy little earth pony. That just makes it twenty times better.
I like it! Looks good so far.
I am interested.
Ooh, this. This is interesting. This is very, very interesting.
Can't wait for more, bro.
this... is gonna be excellent...
woho another portal story
Its a good story . Can't wait to see more pony Glados .
Earth ponies physically out match pegasai and unicorns, think of them like the back bone of Equestria, the hard workers and people who do stuff by hand, and this is terrific exactly how i think of GLAdOS
you do glados realy good
keep it up
I sense this will be on the front page.
Good job, very good story
Looks promising. Untill GlaDOS learns magic and poisons everypony with conqured neurotoxin.
This will get featured soon, you all heard it from me.
Added to my ever growing "Read Later" list.
Gah, I need to play portal again now. Nice work
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Lol
1051544How did you get your story on the top 10? I've got almost 10x as many views, which obviously isn't the way you got featured. How DID you get featured? Not trying to sound indignant or something by stating a 'wtf, how is urs better than mine even tho i got more views'. That would b rude, so sorry if I came off sounding like that. I'm just genuinely curious on how people get stories featured.
You just made my night. So you deserve
A applause!
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And five Spikes
Btw I love Portal it´s such a great game and finally I´ve come to see a Portal fic.
Also great job making this, I´m going to keep a eye on this story for more chapters to come.
All my yes are belong to you.
Interested and fav'ed. I'll be keeping an eye on this story.
I am interested. Very very interested.
Yessssssssss
LMAO featured already!? SCORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Wimpy? I hope you mean GLaDOS specifically, because just about any OTHER Earth Pony could (Not WOULD, just COULD) make you eat your own teeth over that comment.
this will go down in fimfic crossover history.
All right, I read your story. Loving it, and can't wait to see how she reacts to "THE MAGIC OF FRIENDSHIP!!!" Please make more, and we all know this is worthy of its current featured status.
My mind is now thinking of non random things welp there goes the neighborhood very good story though can't wait to read more and hopefully i won't lose my insanity along the way
ME GUSTA
Get ready to do some science, some ponyscience! I will looking forward to hear Glados ironic jokes. This has potential.
You got GLaDOS's persenality down exactly! keep up the good work!!!
Same thing I tell a Lot of people: Work on your tenses. Choose if you're going to speak as though it is happeneing right this instant, or as if you're describing something that has already happened. Past tense versus present tense. What you want is PAST tense, Describing something as though it has already happened, because this is a narrative as told by an omnicious, third person Narrator. Second person stories are really the only place in fiction for Present tense. It's enjoyable, but the jumping tenses keeps bumping me out of immersion
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I concur, it looks good so far. Glados is more or less anamoral and sadistic, with a sense of humour that is pretty dark and cruel. You seem to portray Glados well with her hiding her emotionals (if not misdirect) and have her passion for science dwelling in her head. I'm looking forward to more udates, keep up the good work :ajsmug
Equestria vs. multi awarded villain of the year GLaDOS. The land will never be the same again
That's great!
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*clap*
*clap*
*clap*
"Oh good my slow-clap processor made it into this thing."
Way to call it bro.
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Anyway its a great story so far, i expect great things from you, author.
Do. Not. Disappoint. Me.
I approve of PonyDOS. I expect to see more amazingness from you, author.
This should be intresting
You certainly have captured GLaDOS well, so far. But what I'm looking forward to is seeing how you develope her personality.
Well... This should be interesting to read!
I'll update later when I've read it.
Edit: Oh wow, it feels soooo short, Probably because I was enjoying it to much
I was unsure of this at first, but this is excellent. Well thought out sentences with easy-to-read structure makes this story a gem. Plus, you have a fun, interesting, and original(?) plot that I'm eager to see more of. Keep it up my friend, you are doing a fine job.
Well you have piqued my interests! I shall watch this fic with a scrutinizing eye!
The only way that this could get better would be for Chell to suddenly appear as a pony...
But already this is amazing, MOAR!
-Jorofrarie
MOAR!! YOUR GOD DEMANDS IT! DO YOU DARE DEFY US DESTROYAH!? IF YOU DO NOT COMPLY WE WILL DESTROY ALL YOU HOLD DEAR!!!
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OH, I have found your work rather stimulating. I will follow to see if anymore pleasurable experiences arrise from this jumbled together mass of words.
Glados and PONIES!?!
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this....is gonna be gooooood
This is awesome! Moar please! also, you got glados' personality right, though make her express sarcasm more. (she will go nuts with pinkie)
I think glados should have wings, also, her cutie mark should be molecules circling around each other in diff directions just thought it would fit nicely. with her and the whole quantum space portals and what not.
My general grammar and sentence structuring is a little off today, so dont mind that.
MUST HAVE MORE
Brilliant!
Again, she saw how horses walked before. They trot like deer, only less majestic and more like a freight train. Or Chell.
You, sir, are amazing.
Great job, going to favorite this!
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I don't know exactly how the favorite box works anymore, they keep changing it, but I do know they stopped counting views, since "looking at a story" isn't the same as "liking a story".