CHAPTER 7:
Blake had training no more difficult than I did. He was in a room that seemed nearly identical to mine.
“This test will consist of the room filling with twenty-five gallons of water per second. You must swim to the pole at the end of the room and push the button on it before time runs out. You should have about twenty seconds. Good luck,” said the same robotic voice that was in my training room.
Blake slapped himself.
“This has to be a dream! he thought, hoping he would wake up.
“I assure you, this is quite real. Testing will commence in three, two, one,” said the robotic voice.
A strange liquid flooded the room and Blake started swimming. While he was swimming, he noticed that the water completely stopped swishing around. Blake had no idea what was going on. If this was a dream, then why was it so incredibly vivid and long? If it wasn’t, then what on earth was happening?
He swam faster and faster, until he noticed that he wasn’t swimming, he was running, or more accurately awkwardly swimming across the top of the water for short bursts of time.
He saw the pole and slammed his palm against the button.
The water drained from the room, leaving it as it had been.
“Good. Begin test phase 2,” said the robotic voice.
“What now?!” Blake shouted, clearly frustrated at this robot and everything else that had been happening.
“Enjoy,” said the robot, in a semi-sarcastic sounding voice.
At the end of the room, there was a cup of coffee, with sugar and cream next to it.
“Is this your idea of a joke?” Blake asked.
“I suppose you could say that.”
Suddenly, the walls and floor in the area slammed together in the blink of an eye.
Blake thought he had just died.
Apparently, he was wrong.
He had melded the metal to fit his the shape of his body, so he was standing in a perfectly shaped mold of himself. Or so it seemed, anyways.
He tried moving himself inside the metal, to no avail. He tried for nearly an hour, with no success.
“How am I still breathing? It has to have been at least an hour and I still haven’t run out of oxygen in this tiny little space. Alright, little miss GlaDOS, who do you think you are?!”
“Your savior. Now get out of that little space before you starve to death.”
Blake tried with all his might to move the metal, but with no success.
Out of exhaustion, he gave one, final push. He saw the back side of the room. But he was facing the front. Strange. Regardless, he was overjoyed that he finally managed to escape, and stepped through the hole.
Surely enough, he was in the other side of the room.
He glanced back and saw the hole in the wall leading into the metal mold.
“Why did they trap me in that metal mold for practically an hour, and why did I manage to run on that weird liquid?”
Blake sighed.
“What’s next?”
“Your coffee,”
Blake very cautiously walked towards the cup of coffee. As soon as he was within ten feet of it, the “coffee” flew out of the cup and formed itself into a robot.
“Terminator AND Portal. This is getting good,” said Blake.
“This robot isn’t exactly friendly, but with your abilities, you should be able to kill it easily.”
“My abilities? What the h-”
The robot had swung its menacing arm directly into Blake’s stomach.
Blake couldn’t breath. He could hardly see, and was losing consciousness quickly.
He tried one, desperate punch at the robot.
The last thing he saw was a flash of yellow and red.

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