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Cave Johnson was a genius. 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

Falling Through the cracks In the lies That you make    Slipping      Through your fingers   Like the bottles That you hold     Giving To you Always    Waisting   Away To a shadow A wisp  A ghost left to wander These halls Alone.