This was a trial.

I'm making a note here,
due success.

It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.

Aperture Science.

We do what we must,
because we can.

For the good of all of us,
except the ones who are dead.

But there's no sense prying over every mistake.

You just keep on trying till you run out of cake,
and the science gets done,
and you make a leaf done,
for the people who are still alive.

I'm not even angry.

I'm being so sincere right now.

Even though you broke my heart and killed me,
and tore me to pieces,
and threw every piece into the fire.

As they burned it burned because I was,
so happy for you.

Now these words of data make a beautiful line.

I will out of paint till,
we're releasing on time.

So I'm glad I got burned.

Think of all the things we learned,
for the people who are still alive.

Go ahead and leave me.

I think I'd prefer to stay inside.

Maybe you'll find someone else to help you.

Maybe Black Mesa.

That was a joke.

Black Trouts.

Anyway,
this cake is great.

It's so delicious and moist.

Look at me still talking when there's science to do.

When I look out there it makes me glad I know you find experiments to run.

There is research to be done on the people who are still alive.

And believe me I am still alive.

I'm doing science and I'm still alive.

I feel fantastic and I'm still alive.

you