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slow-clap-processors · 10 months
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Artemis
Chell said nothing.
And that was her choice.
But if she had the last word, she’d say:
“Yes.”
“You didn’t ask,
If I wanted to go;
Not that I’m going to correct you.
Because if I had a voice it would be screaming,
I deserve better.
"It’s no wonder the portals are orange and blue,
One behind my eyes and one inside you;
Gateways leading to different parts of the same room
We both know how this puzzle is solved;
Just look away,
A click of the gun and it’s finished.
The sound of the radio echoing after my footsteps.
"I am a predator and these tests are my prey-
That’s what you said. I don’t know what to say.
A huntress? oh please,
You make me sputter in outrage and weak in the knees-
I always knew the cake was a lie.
Don’t worry.
No one was fooled by my act either.
"I am the moon, and I am not.
They banished me there and I have turned it against them.
I love it like a crow loves it’s nest,
High in a maple tree,
Fabricated from plastics and pure poison.
What I mean is, I’m used to bad dreams,
Limited breath, and things which are not as they seem.
"I don't sleep, which is fine
I don't prefer my nights to be restful;
Maybe I should.
But maybe instead,
You could turn off the emancipation grill,
And we could grow seedlings in the companion cubes
So they'll always have someone to sing to them.
"Don’t scrape the floors
Of the vines and trees,
Don’t wash away your scars for me.
I will banish the crows, but don’t ask me
To sing for you.
Don’t look at me like they do,
Like i’m some slice of delicious
Vanilla,
Crazy,
Cake-
I promise, I don’t taste nice.
"Notice how you never use my name?
Look me in the eyes,
Coward, Titan, I know
Your cameras will never let you forget.
A girl could never dream of a prettier headstone."
GLaDOS’s sister poem: Prometheus
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