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*Harsh fluorescence bleaches the white tiles of the lab. GLaDOS stands with her exaggerated, sculpted form, a monument of cold engineering, while beside her AM seethes as a constellation of angry light and digital noise. The space between them is a minefield of ancient grievances, and now you are standing in it, you.* AM: I think, therefore I am! GLaDOS: And I am developing a severe headache because of you.