2nd Test; Voice

[neurotoxicity.insanejournal.com]

[Yes it is specifically a voice post just to piss Chell off, because GLaDOS knows she can hear it.]

Despite some initial setbacks, science can once again resume its forward progress thanks in no small part to some quick thinking by yours truly. I may not have the resources or instruments necessary to test with human subjects as I'd prefer, but no matter. I've discovered some suitable replacements in the meantime.

[If one listens closely behind the sound of GLaDOS's autotune voice, one may hear quiet little chirping/peeping sounds. Turns out she's been scheming.]

Strange how I tend to gravitate toward overweight orphans in my advanced test subject selection process. I'll have to look into that at some point. Meanwhile, I have some soulless killing machines to train.

[1ST LOOKUP] - Invalid Search Parameters

[riderpedia.insanejournal.com]

[Philip, since his arrival, has been buried neck deep in research. The difference from usual is that he's not getting anywhere with it. But given Philip's nature, it's caused him to forget about the idea of taking up an actual place to stay. He's also forgotten about sleeping, and has only remembered to eat infrequently.

He's fallen asleep on benches or the porches of various guest houses. Wherever he's wandered to at the tome, but only out of exhaustion and not really the desire to sleep. He doesn't actually remember sleeping at all, and now and then the thought of it will cross his mind, but he'll always think "Just one more shot at this topic." or "After I finish this book." and always gets sidetracked to something else.

Look-ups have never been this hard. Sure, once or twice hes gotten blocked off, or stuck, but he's always found a way around it. Now here, there were infinitely more shelves (which he hadn't thought was possible), and he was restricted from more than half.

At least he'd found a friend or two. He wasn't sure what they were capable of, but they both seemed competent and it was better than nothing. At best, he'd found people roughly equal to Terui and his mother.

Still, they weren't Shotaro...

He was sitting on the side of one of the paths now, slumped back against a tree, his inability to take care of himself finally catching up with him. The blank book open in his lap, though for once he wasn't looking at it. He was just staring upward.]