There is a perky song and then a voice: "Good morning. You have been in suspension for FIFTY days," with the 'FIFTY' said in a different, more robotic voice. "In compliance with state and federal regulations, all testing candidates in the Aperture Science Extended Relaxation Center must be revived periodically for a mandatory physical and mental wellness exercise."
And Sable will find herself in a...
...it sure does look like a motel room.
"Huh." Swing swing "—okay, I've just gotta concentrate! Oh and whose fault do you think it's going to be when the management comes down here and finds ten thousand flipping vegetables?"
At least her room is reinforced. Unlike the other rooms that it keeps colliding with.
"Is, uh, is there anything I can do to help? With the steering?"
"Not if you can't see!" The room swings wildly and starts moving in a direction other than "up." "Also listen, we should get our stories straight, alright?"
"The humans! I'm thinking, if anyone asks—and, no one's gonna ask, don't worry—but if anyone asks," the room sweeeerves and starts going in a perpendicular direction, "tell them as far as you know, the last time you checked, everyone looked pretty much alive. Alright? Not dead."
"Well, no one! That's the point." The room crashes against another one and the crack on the wall widens enough that some bits fall off, providing Sable with actual holes to look through.
The room is moving between rows and rows of other hanging rooms, directly towards a wall. "Okay, almost there. On the other side of that wall is one of the old testing tracks. There's a piece of equipment in there we're gonna need to get out of here. I think this is a docking station. Get ready..."
"What did you say?" he calls—
—SLAM—
—" Good news: that is not a docking station! So there's one mystery solved."
"I'm going to attempt a manual override on this wall. Could get a bit technical! Hold on!" The room starts recoiling away from the wall...
...she is not going to ground-rip that entire wall, but she reaches out and pulls some of its ground away, wincing. Not enough to make it fall apart, but enough to hopefully make it lose the upcoming battle against her bedroom.
CRASH and the wall breaks down. Also her bedroom wall.
"Oh good that was easier than expected," he says as the debris falls and the dust clears to reveal a broken glass ceiling into a glass room Sable might be familiar with. "Whew, there we go."
The eye emerges from the ceiling. "Well, you're probably in a much fitter state to handle this series of cognitive gauntlets I would have expected you to be, so, good job! And, uh, remember, you're looking for a gun that makes holes. Not, not bullet holes, though, but—you'll see what I mean. I'll meet you up ahead."
"I think I know what you're talking about, yeah."
She climbs out of the room and heads for the glass.
"Good luck!" he calls, and slides away.
As soon as she lands, a computerized voice (the same from the recorded instructions in her bedroom) says, "Hello, and again, welcome to the Aperture Science Enrichment Center."
The glass is dirty, there are overgrown plants coming in from every crack, there's some light from outside—though not sunlight, they're not that close to the surface—visible through holes in the ceiling.
"We are currently experiencing technical difficulties due to circumstances of potentially apocalyptic significance beyond our control."
"However, thanks to Emergency Testing Protocols, testing can continue. These pre-recorded messages will provide instructional and motivational support, so that science can still be done, even in the event of environmental, social, economic, or structural collapse."
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