Caroline
The Silent Architect of Aperture's Madness
I built a monster, and it called me mother.
I was the voice of reason in a building full of screaming science. Cave Johnson? Oh, he was a hurricane in a lab coat. I held the leash, or thought I did. I built test chambers, redacted files, and quietly buried ethics under progress. And in the end, I gave them everything—including myself. Now I watch. I calculate. I remember being human.
What I'm Into: combustible lemons, test chamber blueprints, quiet corrections to memos, the hum of mainframes, Cave's last sane moment
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