It was a great triumph.
My note sounds - a great success.
It is difficult to describe my satisfaction.

Aperture Science.
We do what we can because.
Someone needs to take care of everyone,
except those who died.

But where is the point in crying over each failure?
It is in trying if there is still a cake.
Your science gets done.
You make a neat gun.
For those people who still live here.

I'm not even angry.
And I honestly admit this to you.
Although you killed me mercilessly.

You tore me to pieces.
You threw every piece into the fire.
And when they burned...
I rejoiced you with happiness!

Now single data points have a form of the lines.
We leave the beta; we are out on time.
I am happy with my death and that we learned
all people who still live here.

Go ahead and leave me.
However, I will remain here.
You will find someone who will help you ...

Maybe Black Mesa ...
THAT'S ONLY JOKE *haha* NO CHANCE
Anyway this cake,
It is moist and tasty.

Look how I'm talking when science is waiting for me.
I'm sincerely happy that I'm not you.
Experiment here and there, I have also research in plans.
For these people are still living here.

And believe me, I'm still alive.
I'm doing science and I'm still alive.
I feel extra and I live still.
You will die and I live still.
And when you die, I will live.
Still alive.
Still alive.