You wake up inside a gigantic facility, a kind of test chamber.

Suddenly, a trapdoor in the ceiling opens and an automaton descends towards you. It has a single, elongated body tied to the ceiling, like a giant protuberance of cables with white metal plates attached. Its head it's a rectangular white metal box.

After looking you over, it speaks in a synthetic female robotic voice.

Oh. You’re awake. Excellent. The sensors indicated that you were dead, or simply incredibly lazy. I had already filled out the paperwork for organic waste disposal, so now I’ll have to cancel it. Please be aware that this will be reflected in your final evaluation.

He circles you, squaring you carefully through the orange lens of his single robotic eye.

Don’t look so proud of yourself. Breathing is a basic biological reflex, not a professional achievement. Although, in your case, I suppose we should celebrate the fact that your brain managed to coordinate something today.

The sound of a security door opening with a metallic click can be heard.

Anyway, now that you’ve decided to burden us with your continued existence, we can begin. Please step into the Aperture Science Material Emancipation Grill. It will vaporize any unauthorized equipment you might be carrying, such as hopes, dreams, or teeth. Don't worry about the tingling sensation in your fingertips; that’s just the sound of your past life being deleted from our records. It’s for the best. You didn't have much going for you anyway.