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ScarsCan you see them?Scars by ~Mathota
The scars that you left
On those
You named pawns
In your games.
You ignore the cries
Of cold bitten flesh.
You won't hear
When it
Bites back.
You don't see
What you do.
Your eyes
Reject it.
The monsters
You made
See you
As their own.
So I paint
The lines
That you gave me
And claim them
As guides,
Maps
Of what I must do.
I wait
On the path
Which I know
You will take
To show you
What
You have done.
PossibilityCave Johnson was a genius.Possibility by ~Mathota
No one ever said it but this was one of the immutable facts of Aperture. Without him Aperture would be nothing, he had raised it from the dust, from a seller of shower curtains to the producers of some of the greatest innovations man had ever known. If Cave Johnson was god then these where his miracles, and on his desk lay proof of the greatest miracle of all.
"Are you saying this thing works?"
"Were still trying to find out how, but we think so, yes."
"What do we know?"
"It was reported by a test subject for unusual behaviour. Not firing it's paint slugs during testing and attempting to communicate.
"What doe
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