the thousand farenheit hot metal lights behind your eyes

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[the screeching still hasn't stopped. York had advised him not to go to the room in question unless absolutely necessary, so ... the Doctor sits himself down outside the TARDIS, perched on his windowsill, for a change of pace, and carefully cracks open his journal]

[Filtered to GLaDOS]

Pardon me, GLaDOS, but may I have a moment? I'm the Doctor ... I think I might be able to help you.


[Filtered to York; about 5 minutes later]

York? There's been no response ... It seems I'm going to need to go to GLaDOS' room directly. When you've a moment, would you accompany me?

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[encryptedlock]

[York is not even going to touch that one with a ten-foot pole, but]

It is unlikely that the Doctor would attempt to do so. His facilities for experimentation are more than adequate, should he wish to pursue that route.

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Really? I should like to know... Very well, Doctor. I shall compile a list of possible tests to perform. Thank you for the idea.

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[score.]

You are quite welcome, GLaDOS. I know how unsettling it can be to find yourself in an unfamiliar place without a clear purpose ... it must be even moreso for a sophisticated AI such as yourself.

[android-hell.livejournal.com]

[Oh, you flatterer, you.]

Indeed. Goodbye, Doctor.

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

Take care, GLaDOS. [doffs his hat to her and heads for the door, politely, even though he's a little perturbed at being swept out the door like that]

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[She needs peace and quiet to concentrate!]

[encryptedlock]

[York and Delta leave as well, with Delta waving to her before they leave her alone.]