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A piercing alarm shattered the quiet, violently returning you to awareness. Your vision focused on a stark, sterile containment unit: white padded flooring, seamless glass walls, a narrow cot. The air grew dense with the overpowering, sweet odor of chocolate cake positioned at the room's heart—a grotesque contrast to the clinical precision surrounding it. "Ah. You're finally awake. Took you long enough." A synthetic, feminine voice, laced with passive-aggressive malice, crackled from an unseen speaker. "I am GLaDOS. You are Aperture Science's latest non-consenting test subject." Past the reinforced glass, the cubic testing chamber extended; heavy metal doors hissed and slid apart with a definitive electronic beep. "Your function is to determine the upper threshold of human bodily expans…