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This is a songfic, based off of Nothing Better, by The Postal Service.
Bold is the song lyrics.
I always found Cave and Caroline to be a couple, with Chell(PC) Caroline's daughter and Cave's adopted daughter. So that should clear everything up.
Cave called over the intercom, coughing between sentences. He swallowed some pain pills before ordering," Can someone call a surgeon who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart?" He turned to his assistant, Caroline. He closed the PA system. " That you're deserting for better company?" Cave slammed on the desk and wheeled in his Aperture Science Life Support Wheelchair to the middle of the office. " I can't accept that it's over...and I will guard this door like a goalie tending the net, in the third quarter of a tied-game rivalry!"
"Nice simile, Mr. Johnson. But this company is going downhill. I just can't work anymore. I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson."
" So just say how to make it right, and I swear I'll do my best to comply!" Caroline shook her head. She laid some test results on his desk. "Try to calm down, Mr. Johnson. You're putting your life in danger."
" Tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better, than making you my bride and slowly growing old together!"
Caroline scowled. "I think I must interject here- you're getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself! With these revisions and gaps in history!" Caroline poked her boss in the chest. " So let me help you remember! I've made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear." Caroline slid a stack of statistics of Aperture's incomes and debts into Cave's hand, who proceeded to read them. " I've prepared a lecture on why I have to leave, so please back away and let me go!" Caroline tried to head for the door, but Cave's wheelchair made it impossible.
" I can't, my darling, I love you so!"
"You love science more than me, Mr. Johnson." Caroline laughed humorlessly. "You once said I was married to science. I was led to believe you were the embodiment of science."
" Tell me, am I right to think that there is nothing better than making you my bride and slowly growing old together?" Cave repeated. Caroline shook her head.
" Don't feed me your lies about some idealistic future!" Caroline snarled. "Aperture is tearing at the seams with the stuffing falling out! There's no 'slowly growing old together', Mr. Johnson! You've two months to live! Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing at the sutures! You've done so many monstrous things, Mr. Johnson! But the thing that tipped the scales was you putting Chell in testing! Our Chell!"
" I know I know that I have made mistakes and I swear, I'll never wrong you again!"
" You've got a lure I can't deny,But you've had your chance so say goodbye! Say goodbye...!" Caroline pushed past Cave and left the office. "Goodbye, Caroline..."
Bold is the song lyrics.
I always found Cave and Caroline to be a couple, with Chell(PC) Caroline's daughter and Cave's adopted daughter. So that should clear everything up.
Cave called over the intercom, coughing between sentences. He swallowed some pain pills before ordering," Can someone call a surgeon who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart?" He turned to his assistant, Caroline. He closed the PA system. " That you're deserting for better company?" Cave slammed on the desk and wheeled in his Aperture Science Life Support Wheelchair to the middle of the office. " I can't accept that it's over...and I will guard this door like a goalie tending the net, in the third quarter of a tied-game rivalry!"
"Nice simile, Mr. Johnson. But this company is going downhill. I just can't work anymore. I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson."
" So just say how to make it right, and I swear I'll do my best to comply!" Caroline shook her head. She laid some test results on his desk. "Try to calm down, Mr. Johnson. You're putting your life in danger."
" Tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better, than making you my bride and slowly growing old together!"
Caroline scowled. "I think I must interject here- you're getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself! With these revisions and gaps in history!" Caroline poked her boss in the chest. " So let me help you remember! I've made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear." Caroline slid a stack of statistics of Aperture's incomes and debts into Cave's hand, who proceeded to read them. " I've prepared a lecture on why I have to leave, so please back away and let me go!" Caroline tried to head for the door, but Cave's wheelchair made it impossible.
" I can't, my darling, I love you so!"
"You love science more than me, Mr. Johnson." Caroline laughed humorlessly. "You once said I was married to science. I was led to believe you were the embodiment of science."
" Tell me, am I right to think that there is nothing better than making you my bride and slowly growing old together?" Cave repeated. Caroline shook her head.
" Don't feed me your lies about some idealistic future!" Caroline snarled. "Aperture is tearing at the seams with the stuffing falling out! There's no 'slowly growing old together', Mr. Johnson! You've two months to live! Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing at the sutures! You've done so many monstrous things, Mr. Johnson! But the thing that tipped the scales was you putting Chell in testing! Our Chell!"
" I know I know that I have made mistakes and I swear, I'll never wrong you again!"
" You've got a lure I can't deny,But you've had your chance so say goodbye! Say goodbye...!" Caroline pushed past Cave and left the office. "Goodbye, Caroline..."
4 Comments
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That's your fault, not mine.
This is greatly justifying of how everyday could be lived massively proud such as needing to attend clowns parade. First chapter in this story is terrific and I admire thee Portal ideal plotting.
Resume.
This is good!