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The food tastes right, too. It's all very exact; like the limiting factor on deliciousness was the recipe, not the ingredients or the preparation.

When she stands up from the dining table, it retracts into the floor carrying her tray and is replaced by an empty, spotless one.
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...of course.

Toilet?
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According to the signs there's a restroom adjacent to the cafe (accessible along a slightly-fancier-than-a-catwalk with a great view of mysterious blue fog).

Actually, it's a short row of single-occupancy restrooms. And that toilet looks familiar.


These seem to be the same design as the Relaxation Vaults, except for having a sink instead of a suspension chamber. And the walls aren't transparent. And there's a normal door.
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Good enough for her.

She returns uplift after that.
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The lift is pleased to be uplifting.

Here she is back in the big room with a broken top.
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"Hello again."

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“How was the cafeteria?”

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"A bit more experimental than I remembered."

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“But not so it needs intervention? Good to hear.”

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"I don't know if the experimental food was bad, but the non-experimental food was foodlike."

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“Anything else you need right now? Besides an actual exit and so on,” waving at the forcefielded sky.

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"No."

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"Care to do some sorting now?"

The center has been rearranged slightly to suit two people: instead of a circle of displays surrounding its sole user, it's more peanut-shaped, and the second lobe has a chair with controls on the armrests.

(Teytis is holding a not-quite-standing-or-sitting position without benefit of any furniture.)
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"Can you fly?"
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"—Yes. And a few other things. Part of the 'from a different universe' package, though I'm surprised to find that it still works for me since every other part of my experience seems to be either the same both places or local physics, not mine."

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"Okay. What can I do to help?"

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“Have a seat.” She indicates the chair.

“What I have is access to all the information in the — current era — Aperture Science computer systems. The problem is that it is entirely unorganized, as far as I can tell. I'm working on fixing that, but that requires looking at everything.

My goal here is to get myself home, and leave this place better than I found it. That requires finding information about, and preferably people to study, the physics that let me get here and perhaps the machine that did it. If I'm going to be bringing people here, I want it not to kill them. Therefore, I also want to find everything unnecessarily deadly and make it safe or nonexistent.

“What you can do is help me review all these scraps of information, and flag anything that's possibly relevant to these issues. My computer is already doing rough categorization, but we still need to figure out the jargon and euphemisms, and relate it all to what we know actually exists.”
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"Okay.





"And you said all humans are dead and I'm the only one left?"
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“Everyone who was in suspension as test subjects along with you.

“That still leaves the possibilities of people outside the facility, in the non-networked undocumented parts of the facility, or in a part we haven't found out about yet in the information we do have.”
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"Who else was in suspension? Was it—all the daughters?"

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“I haven't found a record of whose daughters attended so I can't say whether it was all of them. But most of the people were Aperture employees.”

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"Oh. And the scientists?"

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“Nobody who was working on the GLaDOS project — according to the older records — got suspended; presumably they died or escaped. There were some from other projects.”

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"Okay."

She walks over to the, uh, space or whatever dedicated to her.
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There's a chair. (It is notably lacking in structural elements, yet sturdy and comfortable.) There are a couple of joystick sort of things on the armrests. (Moving them moves the contents of the displays.)

Teytis explains how to use this thing, which she put together from the local equipment (displays and graphics hardware) and her own (actually managing the data). These controls are for just scanning through the information, and one can label things for interestingness like so.

For anything more complicated, Chell can use her computer (Teytis is very firm that it's hers now, everyone should have one, no really) and use its keyboard to search for specific things and make notes, or adjust the system to her liking.
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