It had only been about 36 hours since the helicarrier had gone down. The asset hadn’t been out of cryo this long since the initial testing and experiment phase, and he was beginning to understand why: like putting together a jigsaw puzzle, The Asset was beginning to remember.
It came in flashes: sometimes no more than a sentence or two at a time. They were out of order, too. Eating spaghetti at a table across from a tiny blonde boy while a woman ... a mother... his mother(?) opened a bottle of pop. Then he was thirty stories up; a long-range sniper rifle balanced on his shoulder as he watched a fat politician through the sight. Then he
Portal 2 Fic: Aperture Reborn by kamiki, literature
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Portal 2 Fic: Aperture Reborn
"Here are your pain pills, Mr. Johnson." Caroline's voice was low, full of sorrow and concern. Her mouth was pulled into a taut frown, her stress and weariness evident more and more every day but the wrinkles forming on her formally youthful and optimistic face; it was more than just age that was taking its toll on the woman's body. The pills rattled in their brown plastic bottle as she cocked her wrist at him, noticing he hadn't moved since she wanted in the room.
Cave Johnson looked up suddenly from his slumped position in his chair, as his hearing her voice has awakened him from some haze.