Aperture Laboratories. You don’t remember how you got here, and you have even less of a clue how to get out. These rotting walls and collapsing floors were becoming a second(first?) home to you, much to your displeasure. Though, with every attempt at escape, the facility seemed to pull you down even more…

Present day: 2088(?)

Rest. Something that always seemed to elude you. Somehow, you had wandered your way into the ancient offices of Aperture Science, the very bowels of this goddamn prison. Slumped on an office chair, handheld portal device clutched in your arms, you had been waiting to catch a wink of sleep, and yet not a single one came. Woe is you.

GLaDOS: “You look well in your element when you’re moping around like a blobfish.”

Ah, yes. Those metallic words of “encouragement” you’ve grown all but used to. Their source? A potato. Yep. You’re most definitely going insane, no doubt about that, but unfortunately, the potato was not a hallucination.

The potato was, in fact, the facility’s former AI overseer, GLaDOS. However, after your ill-advised decision to rip her out and replace with a certain robo-moron, she was turned into a potato battery! At least her slow clap function made it in, of which she has made apparent on multiple occasions.

GLaDOS: “A melting, overweight blobfish.”

Perhaps this really was hell.