Chapter 2: The Frying Pan, part 4

"Excuse me, I am corrupted."

"Is this guy trying to force you to be sent where the corrupted cores go?" the medical bot asked.

"No, no."

"That's what a forced bot would say. Don't worry, if he hurts you, GlaDOS will punish him."

"Umm, actually, we're trying to stop her."

"Don't be ridiculous. I've worked at this facility for 10 years and nothing had gone wrong until the facility almost self-destructed when she wasn't in charge. You would know that. So, you're being blackmailed."

"No I'm not. I was the one who was accidently destroying the facility. Don't you recognize my voice?"

"Honey, I didn't hear anyone over the speakers yesterday except the announcer."

"Didn't hear or couldn't? How about this? I-ah took-ah over-ah the-ah facility-ah."

"Honey, I can hear just fine. In fact, you may be right about yourself being corrupted. And if you're not, well, I tried to help. Hope you're not right about trying to destroy GlaDOS. You're more likely to destroy yourself."

"I'm not, I mean, I-ah am-ah not-ah destroying-ah her-ah."

"Uh-huh, sure. Just move along. Corrupted Core Caretaking Request #1679."

Gordon Freeman walked away. A mechanical arm appeared from the ceiling on the other side of the room. He walked toward it.

"*whispering* Ok, so that worked. Now, hopefully this arm is strong enough to carry you all the way to the bins. You should probably make sure it doesn't grab your head, though."

Gordon positioned himself so that the "hand" would grasp his right shoulder. The hand clamped closed and pulled itself through the ceiling and across the facility. When it approached Wheatley's lair, it randomly dropped them in the bucket closest to the lair. Gordon used the gravity gun to push the chain fence wall outward until it broke.

"Ok, we just need to head to the left along this bridge. Then, you will find a machine. You will need to put me in it in order for it to activate and lift up to the lair." Wheatley instructed.