ASM-Cores

The clock in the hall emits an electronic chime, the digital interface striking ten. Throughout the facility, fluorescent lighting everywhere has already begun to dim--the bulbs automatically adjusting themselves to accommodate for a human staff who have not inhabited it for three hundred years. Despite the dwindling population of the facility, the halls somehow seem even emptier now; any cores out and about have long since retreated back to their homes, plugging themselves in for the night. Except for whoever it was that was rutting around in the employee lounge. The sounds have been going on for the past twenty minutes now. Every so often

There was a page in Wilson's journal dedicated solely to ticking off the days that had gone by.  Another page was dedicated to predictions about what was happening at Aperture in his absence.  It was full of things like: Day 5: Place implodes, and Day 12: Kiddo finds a well and falls into it.  Not out of malice really.  Those notes were mostly because they were sadly possible and frankly Wilson was very sure that if MAC ever did find a well he'd somehow fall into it.  Other than that his only concern seemed to be fuel efficiency, keeping warm and supplementing his food supply. If the former test subject bothered to count the marks in his not

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