mast3rscout16

She was the last one. The last 'different' one. They had all been like her, once. They had no desire to kill, no desire to destroy. All of her comrades had been shut down, destroyed, or just disposed of, replaced by those mindlessly polite drones that now took up residence in Aperture. She hadn't been destroyed, though, not yet. She had survived. Until now, anyway. Her squeaks and pleas lay unheard as the Redemption Line dragged her slowly towards the flames. "I'm different! I'm different!" Perhaps suicide by forced shut down would be better than burning to death. Maybe someone will notice me... Maybe someone will find me... She doubted it.