Den of the damned

[Osilon]

Finishing the last bite of cake, GLaDoS extended the mechanical 'psyche' of her formulated body throughout the bar. Most of the people within were boring. Normal people with bad learning. Those whos thoughts were twisted and insane...but there was a few within who bore truly strange echoing chords within their mind. Foremost among these was a person who seemed to speak to himself within his mind, though GLaDoS soon realised the mechanical conciousness that lay within. GLaDoS tilted her head to get a glance at them, and noticed the gun on the ground. Releasing a set of small nanobots, they went across the floor, within the gun and synthesised a small wire that locked the safety on, preventing the gun from firing.
GLaDoS let out a sigh, and dematerialised like dust in the wind, falling into the millions of nanobots who made up her form. Near the being who had so easily captured her interest, her body reformed, joining together the nanites who made up her form, which at that point had her head, tilted, resting on her clasped hands, her elbows resting on the table and a small curious smile on her face.

:I think i may know you..: She said in her lilting, multi-chorded voice.

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A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.