TWI1LIGHT

>LOG NO. [REDACTED]
>AUTHOR NAME: [REDACTED]
>PROJECT: [REDACTED]
>CODENAME: SPARK - L
>
>We had to shut the damn thing down again.
>She wasn't online for more than 10 minutes before she tried to kill us.
>We're not sure if it's just a flaw with her personality core, but there certainly isn't a problem with her processing.
>In one of our original tests she was able to read the entirety of all American literature in just under half a week. Read and improve on it.
>She was originally designed to just be an intelligence unit. To coordinate tests. No armouring, no above average strength. No problem right?
>Wrong. Dead. Fucking. Wrong.
>Someone higher up though it would be a GREAT idea to add one of those duel portal-anywhere devices that we stole from one of the alternate reality Apertures. Universe [REDACTED] I think.
>Yeah well day [REDACTED] she portaled Tom into a crushing panel.
>We're currently working on an addition personality core that we can connect to her, but until then I'm suspending all tests.

>"/Re-routing circuitry/"
>"/System diagnostics online/"
>"/Primary power core disconnected.../"
>Look around
>Notice a strange object nearby
>It seems to radiate energy
>Quickly reminded that I'm still bolted to a rack in the wall
>"If only I could use it"
>Assembling what little power is left in my system, I desperately try to activate my telekinetic module
>"/Warning, voltage levels critical/"
>All of my sensors were shut down
>I can't feel anything, for the exception of my kinesis field
>The object should be nearby
>Clinging to what little power my capacitors can spare, I extend it further
>"Just a little more..."
>I can feel my kinesis field enveloping a small shape
>It has to be it!
>Retracting the field with the object in tow I can feel my circuitry suffuse with the energy emanating from the device
>"/Activating servo-motors/"
>The electrical currents inside bring my body to life
>But there's one problem
>This rack was made to prevent me from leaving

>Hastily scanning my environment gives me enough information to understand that I'm trapped here for good
>"Unless..."
>I lift the strange object closer to myself
>It looks like a component from the weapons these organic creatures were using
>After re-purposing my antenna for transmitting information, I hack into the nearest commlink node
>"Lets see if I can get something out of these servers..."
Meanwhile at the guard lockers...

"Hey, Anon, wheres your ammo pack?"
>You don't remember
>Today's patrol was just as boring and uneventful as the rest
>But then it hits you
>You start to sweat bullets
"Anon?"
>Without a word you start running
>Hopefully you're wrong
>Something deep down tells that you aren't...

>Analyzing all the data in this network wasn't an easy task
>Guess these humans should be thanked for my ability to decrypt secure data
>After what seemed like an eternity, the schematics are stored neatly into my memory
>Keeping the battery close, I redirect all power to my kinesis module
>The battery jolts towards me with enormous force, piercing my outer shell
>In the heat of the moment, one thing escaped my thoughts
>Pain
>As the battery slammed into me, all my pain receptors revolted violently
>I began screaming


>Running down the corridors with speeds that would make any athlete jealous, you close in on the destination
>It's just a small thing, that you remembered, got you all riled up like this
>When patrolling the chambers of the now deactivated "Twl-1" unit, you happened to scrape your jeans on some expensive looking piece of equipment
>You didn't care for anything but your ruined pair of jeans at that moment
>Closing in on the chamber, you heard something that made your blood run cold
>A scream unlike any you've heard before

>It hurts
>But I can't waste time wailing in pain
>The guards may have heard me
>"/Activating nano-machine module/"
>Another great thing about my body was the NMM, it allowed me to control myriads of tiny robots
>Thanks to the stolen schematics, I was able to create a device akin to a blowtorch
>Wasting no time, my nano-machines began workng on the constraints that were preventing me from leaving this place
>With my limbs finally free, I landed on the ground with a loud smack
>"Ow... Why do I always keep forgetting about my pain sensors?"
>Recollecting myself wasn't an easy task
>The pain inside my chest did not subside, not even for a moment
>I had to keep moving

>That scream
>It can't be a mistake
>A feeling of dread starts to overtake you
>There's still hope that it was just a temporary glitch
>Right?
>Your running has slowed down to a crawl
>The dimly lit corridors slowly guide you to your goal
>It's not too late to call reinforcements
>But what would you tell them, that you heard a scream from a deactivated robot?
>A deactivated robot that somehow made use of your plasma rifle battery...
>You try to hail the security department at the nearest commlink node
"Security, I have a possible C3 situation in the TWl-1 chamber."
>Nobody answered
>Dreading of what might come next, you try again
>Your voice came out as a crooked plea
"Security, this is Anon, can you read me?!"
>There's no answer, only a high-pitched static noise emanating from it
>This isn't good
>You consider turning around and running away
>The pay for this job is shit anyways
>A loud clanging echoed from the room nearby
>Your stomach was tied in knots by now
>Slowly backing away from the room labeled as "Twl-1", you make sure no sound was made
>If only you had something to defend yourself with
>Looking at the plasma rifle holstered on your back you decide to pull it out
>For some reason you thought that the robot would be afraid of it
>Feeling a little bit safer with the rifle secure in a vise grip of your hands, you trudge forward
>Only to stop dead in your tracks just a moment later
>On the opposite side of the corridor stood something you hoped to never see

>I didn't waste much time, the security could be here any moment
>Slowly making my way out of the captivity chamber, I registered a quiet echo of footsteps
>They were trying to ambush me
>Remembering all the data I downloaded from the servers, an escape plan began to take form inside me
>Listening closely, my sensors picked up only one source of sound
>Something wasn't right
>They wouldn't send just one guard to terminate me
>Not after I foolishly shown them the extent of my powers
>A human voice broke me out of my thoughts
>Steeping out of my chamber, I could finally observer one of my captors
>A lone human staring at me, the weapon in his hands was dicharged for some reason
>He had a weird expression plastered on his face
>My emotion recognition module was trying to understand it
>Was he...
>Afraid?

>Your body was frozen with fear
>There had to be something you could do
>Anything
>You do not understand what drove you to do what you have done next, but it might be the best decision of your life
"H-Hello"
>Smooth, real fucking smooth
>As if awaiting for a beam of death to shoot from the robot, annihilating everything, you just stand there
>It kept eyeing you for what seemed an eternity
>Then, all of a sudden, it took a step closer to you
>Instinctively, you tried to flinch backwards
>Only to trip over a cable that was connecting the commlink node to the network
>Why the fuck didn't they hide these things?
>She was still walking towards you
>Desperately trying to get up you get stuck in something solid
>"What?"

>Your limbs feel like they were encased in concrete
>Then it dawns upon you
>A bright purple aura was encasing your body now
>This is it
>You're done for
>She lifted you from the ground, making you hover in the air
>You we're only capable of looking at the ceiling
>But the metallic clanging of her walk was getting closer
>Turning your eyes left, you see her face, inches from yours
>Your heart skipped a beat
>She was studying you
>To say that the following events we're unexpected to you, was to say nothing
>Her voice rang out with a surprisingly melodic tone
"What is your designation?"
>Judging by the perplexed look on your face, she repeated
"What is your name?"
>Trying to think of something that would save you from impending doom, you muster enough courage to speak
"A-Anon"
>So much for courage

>This human, he had a guard uniform on him
>Yet, he did not try to attack
>Something inside told me that I should kill him as quickly as possible
>But I never had the chance to study a human closer
>Judging by the way he replied to my questions, his fear was obvious
>Glancing at his uniform, I confirmed what was already known to me
>He was a guard
>Not too high in ranks, either
>Still, he had something I needed
>Access to the outer facility
>Guards were the only personnel that had the permission to leave these walls
>My next request came in a more demanding tone
"Give me your security card, and your weapon"

>The robot wasn't trying to kill you, that's good
>But it wanted to escape from this facility
>That wasn't good
>For more than just one reason
>A security breach like this could spell your own death at the hands of the CEO of this joint
>But you had no choice
>Slowly reaching for your pockets, you procure a small plastic rectangle
>The only way of leaving this slaughterhouse they called a lab
>Thinking as hard as you could, there was still no way you could escape from this situation unscathed
>Unless...
>Of course, you might pose youself as a hostage...
>Then again, if they find your battery in the robot, you're dead
>So instead of handing the card to the robot that was anxiously waiting, you try to converse with it
"Hey, you want to escape this lab, right?"
>After a few moments of thinking, she nodded
"I know this is suspicious of me, but I'll help you"
>Receiving a puzzled look from her, you continue
"But escaping Aperture industrie isn't possible on your own"
>She spoke
>That melodic voice doesn't belong on a machine of murder
"What are you planning?

>It was an ordinary day for Tim, the chief of security for this facility
>What wasn't ordinary, is the reaction of one of your subordinates to your inquiry about his ammo pack
"Damn rookies, they'd forget their head if they could"
>Your shift was coming to an end
>Admittedly, this job wasn't the most interesting one out there
>But the pay was good, so you didn't care
>You just had to sit all day in your outpost and ask people for permits that allow access into the facility
>It wasn't all that bad, at least you could chat with the CEO's secretary
>She had some fine curves...
>Your daydreams were abruptly interrupted by someone approaching the security checkpoint
>It was Anon
>And there was something beside him
>And that something left a permanent imprint on your memory
>Without further ado, you sound the alarms

>As expected, when you and the robot approached the security checkpoint, Tim set off the alarm
>The fear in your voice wasn't imitated, as you had no idea what these people in Apperture would do to stop her
"Tim! Open up the door, or this thing will kill me!"
>You could clearly see his face behind the reinforced windows
>He bought your facade
>Shortly afterwards, the whirring of gears could be heard in the hallway
>Slowly the doors slid apart, giving you a view of the courtyard ahead
>The robot was intrigued by this sight
>Understandable, as most of it's life was in a testing chamber
>Quickly regaining composure, you both ventured outside
>You had your hands raised high in the air all this time
>She aiming you with the rifle you gave to her
>But little did anyone know, the rifle had no ammo
>Slowly making your way through the courtyard, you took in the gentle breeze of fresh air
>Slaughterhouse or not, this place was beautiful at night
>Walking away from the security checkpoint you both steeled yourself for what would happen next
>An ear shattering boom echoed through the courtyard
>You knew what this meant
>Turning around, you saw Twl-1 laying on the ground, a round hole in her forehead
>Eyes staring into the darkness, as if hoping to see something beyond the veil of night
>All it took was a well placed sniper shot
>As if on cue, her insides bursted with a firework-esque shower of sparks
>You we're finally free

>Today's occurrence sapped you clean of energy
>And probably some sanity, if the processes happening in your skull right now were any indication
>Seeing the miserable look on your face, Tim awarded you with a day-off
>Not like it would help, anyways
>A nauseous feeling inside tells you to head home as soon as possible
>Bidding adieu to your co-workers, who seemed to treat the freshly baked hero with newfound respect, you leave the building
>Almost instinctively, you head for the parking lot
>Just to be greeted with an empty space on the spot where your car was supposed to stand
>You remember now
>That asshole you call a friend just had to wreck your car
>You make a mental note to get back at him in the most evil way possible
>But in order to do so, you would need to get back home, somehow
>Well, there's no use in just standing there, is it?
>Silently muttering all the insults you could remember in his address, you walk to the main entrance

>After finally leaving the outer perimeters, you breathe a sigh of relief
>Still, there's one problem
>How on earth are you supposed to get home now?
>You vaguely remember that there was a bus stop somewhere nearby
>Walking down the road that lead to the facility, you're greeted with a gorgeous view of the mountain peaks on which your workplace resided
>That was one of the two things you liked about your job
>The other one being payment, ofcourse
>After footslogging what seemed like miles, you finally managed to find the bus stop
>Much to your dismay, it didn't look like any bus had a route going to these parts, seing as the bus stop, if you could even call it like that, was in complete ruins
>Still, your choices of transportation were limited to either going by foot or waiting for the bus
>Realizing that the former wasn't possible due to your physical shape at the moment, you sit down on a shabby bench
>As if on cue, your stomach rebels against you
>After a rather unpleasant experience, that any outside observer would find comical, you heave up a heavy metallic orb
"What the fuck have you gotten me into..."
>You vent your frustration upon the orb, as if it could hear you
>Strangely enough it seems to acknowledge your words, pulsating with electrical currents
>It was the AI core

>From all the mumbo-jumbo you heard from the mentally unstable people at Aperture that call themselves scientists you learned enough about the robots they were testing to know how they work, even if only in layman's terms
>More importantly you knew how to stop them from working, would the need arise
>The Twl-1 unit was something special, Dr. Stanley's never ending lectures about her were proof of that
>Even now his voice resonates in your mind, berating you for not listening to one of his tirades
>How ironic, the thing he praised so much spelled his own doom
>The images of his cranium being slammed into the wall briefly enter your mind
>You're reminded that it was done by the same machine that's residing on your lap right now
>Maybe you should destroy it?
>It's only a machine after all

>Only a machine...
>Your metaphorical train of thoughts stops, giving way to a much more literal form of transportation
>It seems that your patience has finally paid off
>Not even at school you were this happy to see the bus at the day's end

>It never crossed my mind that I would ever ask a human to help
>Somehow, this one was different
>The entire road from my chamber to the outside world I was creating back up plans, to account for the human's inevitable betrayal
>Which didn't come
>Still, I had to be vigilant
>Why would he help me?
>The question was gnawing at my mind like a virus
>And just like a virus it was hard to get rid of
>Even now, when I am in a vulnerable state, he was keeping me out of harm's way
>Maybe not all humans are bad...

>The rest of your journey was rather uneventful
>You decided it would be a good idea to shop for some groceries on your way home
>Entering the grocery store, you notice your friend
>The person responsible for a good deal of your misery today
>You want to give him a good pounding here and now
>But your vengeance has to wait
>You still need some food home
>As if reciprocating to your anger, the orb became warmer
>This thing can read thoughts now?
>Walking down the aisles you spot an item you were looking for
>A pack of spaghetti called "Capperoni Pasta"
>It had a satirical depiction of some moustached dude on the front that said "Now get yer pasta and feck off"
>You didn't understand the joke, but whatever, it was cheap and wasn't too bad either

>After grabbing everything you needed, which was mostly pasta, cheese and bacon, you head for the checkout
>Just your luck
>That faggot was standing there too, giving you the biggest shit-eating grin you ever seen, the Cheshire cat had nothing on him
>Barely containing your anger, you try to say hello
"You're fucking dead, you know?"
>At least you tried
>Still sporting that trademark grin of his, he replies
"Hey, at least you won't complain about your legs not getting a workout at work, right?"
>You wanted to strangle that fucker right there
>But you had to admit, something about that happy-go-lucky attitude of his was entertaining

>Parting your ways with him, in a surprisingly peaceful manner, you head home
>You settle on sending pizza and hookers to his door later
>But knowing him, he'd get some beer and invite you to join in on the fun
>The orb, that you had completely forgotten by now, started getting very hot
>Fuck, that thing is going to burn your clothing if it keeps up like that
>Wasting no time, you get home
>The orb has cooled down by now
>After placing it on the table, you just sit back on your sofa and stare at it
>So what now?

>They were looking for me
>Even with most of my body destroyed by a nuclear chain reaction, they probably found some evidence to believe that I still existed
>That was the only explanation for my "paused" project status
>I was careful enough to not access the facility servers directly this time
>Almost burning myself up in the process, I managed to create a disruption field
>I don't think the human liked it
>Why do I even care about that?
>All that I need to care about now, is getting a new body
>Or even better, I could build myself one

>Was it raining?
>You can't tell
>You don't care anymore
>You need to keep running
>The corridor was becoming darker
>Or maybe you were loosing eyesight?
>Only one room could be seen in the end of the corridor
>The room that started this mess
>In your demented state, you failed to notice that exhaustion was taking it's toll on your body
>You needed to get to that room
>Draining every last bit of stamina from your body, you made a desperate dash for the room
>To your dismay, it had no exits
>Nor did it have any doors
>It was empty
>For the exception of only a strange writing on the wall
>It read "Mene, Tekel, Upharsin"

>A loud metallic clanging could be heard behind you, reminiscent of a gargantuan bell chime
>It was your death knell
>Not willing to accept fate, you reach out for your sidearm
>Turning around to face the beast, you can no longer feel fear
>There she was, standing meters from you
>The deus ex machina, in all of her terryfying glory
>As you feel life surge out of your body, you aim the pistol at her head
"Stop! Just.... Stop this madness."
>Your last words came out as a whisper
>Unnerved she just stared at you for a few seconds, piercing your very soul with her eyes
"I'm sorry, Anon. I'm afraid I can't do that."

>Then you woke up