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Misanthropy -- -- “The Enrichment Center would like to remind all test subjects that the chassis is NOT A BED, and any lunatics found sleeping on it may face demerits and incineration.” Chell grunted, looked between GlaDOS and the speaker system, and rolled over, flattening her grubby face against GlaDOS’s torso. She even had the stupid cube with her--GlaDOS didn’t need two weighty companions, much less two that she had tried to set on fire for reasons that were currently being vindicated. “That means you, [Subject Name Here]. There are experiments to run, and you are halting the flow of progress.”  For

"Why…?" Is that all you have to say? Do you really think it's that's simple? Those pierced by blades don't tend to ask questions. (I never did.) So what makes you think you'd get a plausible answer? Haven't you realized the sheer lunacy of my role? Of yours? "You remind me so much of Dios," I whisper with a voice like nostalgia and venom. It's true, to a degree; but don't you understand? Once upon a time, the prince was the light of the world… Whatever light there was, it's gone. Should I regret keeping it to myself? I coveted it, and in doing so I destroyed it. I suppose you'd like to think it wasn't my fault, if you kne