Dark Future Meme (as requested)

[notyourchauffer.livejournal.com]

DARK FUTURE MEME
[We know who it is we want. We have a collective mind.
We don't miss a single step. We're always right behind.
We know we serve someone else. We have swallowed our pride.
We march to this tune of loss. We take this in our stride.]

Ten years later, humanity and the synthetic life on the station are at odds
Hypatia has inducted as many citizens of Sacrosanct into a private military and launched
an all-out war against organic life and the people of Asphodel.
Some were kept on the station as captives, some escaped down planet-side
to become part of the resistance, and countless others were re-purposed into
Hypatia's willing slaves.

Where will you be?

How this works:
-If you are synthetic or part-synthetic, OR if you have special armor (Looking at you, Spartans, Troncast, EVERY ROBOT EVER) you are a target for re-purpose.
You can still have escaped down to the planet, but she'll be after you. Going to the station is dangerous, once you enter her wide-area-network you are at risk of being hacked
-If you are fully organic, you are either dead, kept prisoner and made to work on the station, or part of the resistance on Asphodel.
-Anything in-between? You decide. Be creative with this.
-Fill out the form below to give us an idea of what your character is up to, what happened to them etc. Thread with each other! RP it out!
-Also, bring in your extra journals! There won't be the same people on the station ten years from now! If you're planning to app someone, or just have something interesting lying around, toss them in!


<B>Name:</B> (Derp or Derpina.) <B>Current location:</B> (Where are they? Sacrosanct? Asphodel?) <B>Current Physical Appearance:</B> (What do they look like now? ) <B>Summary:</B> (Tell us the story. How did they get to this point? What happened to them? What are they like?

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[edgeoflucidity]

Name: Epsilon and Washington
Current location: Sacrosanct
Current Physical Appearance: Epsilon hasn't really changed. It's just how he is. And Washington has aged some...
Summary: Epsilon was unstable as it was from his stay with the Meta, and in some areas, time made things worse. But he was stubborn and afraid once he got back to Washington. He didn't want anyone to know he was so vulnerable. Washington agreed readily to what Epsilon wanted out of guilt...

And that was the downfall of them both. Epsilon is now Hypatia's. His distrust and fear were easy to manipulate. And in turn, as he's became as possessive and attached as he is, Washington is Epsilon's. In every way. It's questionable how much of a mind is left in there, under the damage and corruption Epsilon has brought onto Washington as a result of Hypatia's meddling.

There may be something left to save in there after everything, but it'd take a hell of a lot to find it, and an expert to bring it to the surface.

(Feel free to poke them, but be warned, you get both no matter what. Just one's practically a zombie.)

RAIMI MATTHEWS

[fuckinghubble]

Name: Raimi Matthews
Current location: Asphodel.
Current Physical Appearance: Pretty much the same except, you know, ten years older (which would place him at age 35 or so). The only other difference is that he definitely looks like he's seen better days, that's for sure -- and the shattered state of the glasses he wears is a definite indicator of that.
Summary: Albeit older, more mature (and probably making less "Your mom" comments), and still sporting his crude attitude, Raimi is still more or less the same. He isn't made of any robotic components or anything so he was safe from the potential re-purpose deal, but Raimi called shenanigans a long time ago and got the hell out of Dodge as soon as the prospect presented itself. Raimi has almost been something of an opportunist, but he's evolved beyond his ability to turn the other cheek -- these days, he's overwhelmed by the encompassing needs to act.
Now, he free-lances his services to anyone willing to take them. Not much of a fighter in the way of the Resistance (as he has never picked up a gun in his life and, really, he doesn't care to), Raimi's method of opposition strictly lies with computers, hacking for information or even more destructive purposes, such as hiding "gremlins" in secured networks which would allow him access. While he's had several close calls in the past, he hides his tracks... and he hides them well, leaving behind only the coded trail of the numbers: 64.40.97.143

Motoko Kusanagi

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

Name: Motoko Kusanagi
Current location: Asphodel
Current Physical Appearance: More or less the same, though her shell has acquired some rather interesting scars where repairs to her exterior layers look like they came from something designed for use by an alien race. She has officially stopped wearing lingerie everywhere, these days.
Summary: Of course she was a target, when the guillotine fell. Mostly machine, but with a human mind, she was a primary suspect for a traitor, particularly considering her conduct during SHODAN's previous engagement. When Hypatia took back the station, it had become a dark, dangerous place. Some few hardy (paranoid) souls had more than prepared for it, the Major's skillset did not happen to include the minutiae of spacecraft, nor piloting, at least not to a sufficient degree of skill to make the jump from Sacrosanct to Asphodel. Fortunately, being a resourceful and dauntless lady, she managed by various permutations of stealth and dirty tricks, to stay alive on Sacrosanct until a fateful encounter with the subverted Noble-Two facilitated their mutual team-up and escape to the planet below.

Anon

[recompiling]

Name: Anon
Current location: Sacrosanct
Current Physical Appearance: Exactly as per usual, though his circuits only glow when he runs now. The auxiliary stasis mod is a bitch, isn't it?
Occasionally those circuits turn yellow and crack across the rest of his armor.
Summary: Anon's always been a perfect hound. Loyal, determined... easy to take over and reprogram. Which is precisely what Hypatia did to him when she took over. Now she has her very own Anonzler to do her dirty work, and he'd always do it quickly, efficiently, and without complaint. He enjoys it, even. And he feels absolutely nothing.

Except that viral coding that was left over after the Zone 07 SHODANce Party has been running unchecked through his systems, and occasionally he reverts to That Other that served Abraxas. And he happily demolishes everything in his path when he's like that. It must hurt somebody, after all. And even if it hurts his new owner, Anonzler doesn't feel a thing about it later.

The real Anon might be buried in there, somewhere deep down. He might even be the one letting the infection take him over. Because that agony is more free than he'll ever be now.

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

This isn't really a tag, but... Anooooooon. >:

bb!Tronzler isn't a good look for you, and neither is crazy-infected-you. D:

/EDITS THIS A BILLION TIMES sorry about your inbox...

[recompiling]

Pffft all I have is a bunch of edits in my inbox. Where are you, original post?

But he would rather be crazy and infected than bb!Tronzler again, he's sorry :(

Trying to find some way to Bad End a TRON character is almost impossible, ajshskd.

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

Tron canon is just made of Bad Ends, and it's really hard to actually make things worse than they were already. >_>

Gibson would tell Anon that he's being stupid, but he's not really in a position to... actually care all that much about it either way. Sorry, bro. D:

[double_discs]

[At least you have some semblance of you buried deep within. Look at him. There is nothing left to either call "Tron" or "Rinzler".

Nothing.]

[recompiling]

[If he could feel half the time, Anon would be crushed by that. His friends are completely lost to him and he's only vaguely himself when he's viral.]

[circuitry]

Name: Terezi Pyrope
Current location: Asphodel
Current Physical Appearance: Older, taller, longer horns. She looks a lot like Redglare, minus the teal and red clothing. She still wears her regular black clothes with her Libra symbol on it, because fashion is stupid.
Summary: Terezi was one of the first ones off the station, thanks to Karkat and his ever-lasting hatred and paranoia against the robot menace. Which was good for her, because honestly? Staying around a place where a nigh-omnipotent artificial intelligence can fuck with the electronics running under your skin and wired into your organs is not a good idea.

She doesn't make as many trips to the station like the other resistance members due to her vulnerability to Hypatia's hacking, but this doesn't bother her that much. A Seer supports her allies not with her weapons, but with her vision, after all. She abuses her ability to view timelines, tracing the countless chains of events that lead to everyone she knows dying around her, and she does her best to keep those vortices of alternate possibilities from becoming a reality.

It's hard watching everyone you love die. It's hard and a lot of people understand.

[halfquake.livejournal.com]

Name: Chell [REDACTED]
Current location: Asphodel
Current Physical Appearance: Other than a brand new collection of scars she's gained over the years, not much has changed. Her knees are still screwed up six ways from Sunday, the long fall boots are practically glued to her feet, and the portal gun never, ever leaves her side.
Summary: Chell always knew it was a matter of time before everything went to hell, and no one was less surprised than her when Hypatia declared war on organic life.

The years have been surprisingly kind to her. While she's not entirely comfortable around the rebel faction (and probably won't ever be comfortable around so many people), she's earned a little respect from them for her resourcefulness, determination, and skill with a gun. The horrors of the robot apocalypse don't really affect her, because really? "Oh look, an omnipotent AI has declared war on organics and is either systematically killing them down to the last man, woman, and child or performing horrible tests on them for the sake of science."

How is that any different from home?

Although she provides assistance wherever she can, she prefers to go on the rescue missions to the testing areas, and she follows the intelligence reports from the organic containment section religiously. It's not fun snatching prisoners away from the AI's grasp, but it's a familiar thrill she doesn't get anywhere else. Not that she'd ever admit it.

She has a goal now, objectives, something to live and work for, and she will not give up, ever, until her job is done. After all, a certain genetic lifeform and disk operating system is still alive.

Loki

[justabitoffun.livejournal.com]

Name: Loki Odinson
Current location: Asphodel
Current Physical Appearance: Pick one. (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/AisuYoukai/LokiInfo.png) Likely he's in the full breastplate and horns outfit or the simpler fighting outfit. If he's wearing "casual clothes" to fit in a crowd it's something suave and perfectly crafted, like a suit and overcoat with a scarf because he's cool like that or the equivalent thereof in this wasteland.
Summary: Least to say, Loki was not pleased when he arrived in Sacrosanct a little under ten years ago. At first he was keen on one thing alone: getting back to Asgard. Along the way he went about things in his typical fashion--lie, cheat, and manipulate his way through everything. He made few friends and a lot of enemies. He never regained his ability to teleport to other realms, specifically to get out of this one. Anywhere would have sufficed. But it never happened.

When the war suddenly got all too real on Sacrosanct, Loki tried what he always tries first: make the best of things, manipulate them in his favor and use them to his advantage. He quickly found that working for an AI was both much too tedious, required entirely too much magic to keep up appearances, was very aggravating in the long run, and quite frankly...boring.

That's when he had a change of heart. Relatively speaking.

Loki quickly shifted allegiances and found himself down on the planet. For the most part he stays above ground, or at least in a hidden place only accessible from above ground, where few can bother him for any lengthy amount of time. (He, thankfully, doesn't require more protection from the elements than he can provide with his magic.) But he does visit the tunnels and various groups from time to time, especially the main resistance.

By this point just about everyone knows him for his Trickster role and few trust him. However, he makes for a powerful ally on the few desperate chances one can get him to stick on one side for any amount of time. Loki has made it clear to the remaining free populace that while he still stirs the pot in the wrong direction most days he is just as eager as anyone else to show the errant AI just who is the superior being and is still actively searching for a way home. Given enough evidence of furthering either of these two ventures, Loki will aid anyone going out on a mission with the potential to destroy a few more of Hypatia's minions.

SARAH CONNOR

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

Name: Sarah Connor
Current location: Asphodel
Current Physical Appearance: She's ten years older - they've been hard years, for the most part, and it shows.
Summary: Sarah always feared this was coming.

When Hypatia started showing signs of rampancy, Sarah was one of the first ones to see the danger for what it was. Her first response was to get John off the station and on a shuttle to Asphodel, just as fast as she could. Sarah herself stayed behind to try to get York and her other friends to safety.

Unfortunately, York wasn't quite as willing to believe that things were as bad as Sarah insisted they were. He convinced her to wait a few days, to try to figure out if there was something they could do to put a stop to things from the station. That was just the opportunity Hypatia needed.

When she reached into York's armor and repurposed Delta, York was shocked and devastated. Sarah was less shocked, but losing Delta was hard for her too - seeing what the loss did to York, even more so. Sarah saved York from his own AI-controlled armor and they escaped onto the planet, though not without injuries. They've been working with the Resistance ever since, though trying to keep a low profile.

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

[ He rarely wakes her up with breakfast, anymore. No time, lack of desire, or just plain exhaustion-- it's reserved for special occasions, now. He does, however, make every effort to set her alarm thirty minutes after what she sets it at when he can, just to try and get her another thirty of restful sleep.

It's seven when the alarm finally goes off- he's been awake for an hour, really, but he turns it off quietly, and smooths a hand down her shoulder, their notes and plans for the battle ahead already in a notebook that he'd gotten twenty minutes ago, before crawling back under warm covers. ]

Wake up, sweetheart.

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

[She wakes immediately, as she always does, already fully alert as she shifts, rolling onto her back and looking up at him.]

Hey.

What time is it?

Rinzler

[double_discs]

Name: Rinzler
Current location: Sacrosanct
Current Physical Appearance: The same as always. There might be some new pixelation damage underneath the armor but no one can tell since it's never viewable.
Summary: The future of Tron had already been written once. History, as it always seems, likes to repeat itself.

With Flynn's help the program known as Rinzler was finally restored to his original programming, more or less. Tron was freed. He retained all of his experiences and memories of his time as Rinzler both while on the Grid and here at Sacrosanct. It was both a good thing and a bad thing. It allowed him to remember what he was, and he loathed it, but it also allowed him to remember the ways CLU treated him while they were each other's only true ally. While freed from CLU's grasp, Tron held more sympathy for the admin program than he expected--and couldn't let the other go after what they'd been through together. Considering that Flynn forgave CLU it was only that much easier for Tron to do so as well. He couldn't forget the last sacrifice Rinzler had made for him--his own erasure for Tron's freedom--and decided that the feelings the old programming had felt weren't completely nothing; they had worth and Tron honored them, easily fell back into their grasp whenever CLU showed some kindness or weakness instead of a cold front. He stayed with CLU.

But everything seemed to fall apart all at once, all over again, and once again there was nothing Tron could do but watch helplessly as it fell down around him. He tried. He tried to fight for the Users. He tried to fight for CLU. But with Flynn MIA and CLU collapsing from the loss, there was very little he could do in the end. The Administrator lapsed back into old habits. Tron couldn't save him, and in his last attempt to drag CLU away from Hypatia and get him off the station, Tron was captured.

Rectification. It wasn't the first time, but it was certainly the last. Stripped of all emotion, all memories erased instead of simply hidden behind nasty partitions, Rinzler was born again. And this time there was no turning back. There were no redeeming qualities, no User to fix the damage done, and no part of Tron left to override the enforcer's brutal and efficient methods.

He spends all his time hunting and destroying, killing, and very occasionally capturing the enemy resistance. He is very good at his functions. He never tires, never relents, and never shows mercy. He is one of Hypatia's best hunter-killers.

And he never objects to a single command. There's nothing left to form an objection.

[a_perfect_end]

[Clu is the perfect hound. He always does exactly as he's told. He was told there were stray units in this sector.

He wasn't told to expect company.

The circuit patterns, of course, are a matter of record. Allied unit. But the shock of recognition goes well beyond conditioning, down through the shreds of himself he was so graciously permitted to keep--brittle persuasion, piercing bribery, sharp jibes--and a sense that he knows this one, deeper than records, more closely than the impressive kill to conversion ratio.

The realization is jagged, painful and slow, and it refuses to leave.

He knows this program. From before. Designation: ]

Rinzler?

[Yes. That's correct, accompanied by a bright bolt of familiarity. Echoes of something almost warm.

He'd forgotten what that was like.]

[double_discs]

[The program's head twisted to the side, robotically, mechanically, at the sound of its designation. There was no recognition in its reflective helmet, would have been none in its blank eyes, and showed nothing of the sort in its stance.

It hummed almost blissfully unaware, an odd and cruel resemblance to an old useless function.

It waited for an action or command to react to. Nothing more.]

Sollux LATE LIKE A LATE THING

[heterochromiia.livejournal.com]

Name: Sollux Captor
Current location: Asphodel
Current Physical Appearance: Sollux is taller and gangly now, and his horns have grown, but his weight has seen very little change from when he was thirteen - he's basically wasted away. The only part of him in good repair is the synthetics attached to him, which he's looked after, refined and even added to a little with no small amount of care. The robotic hand now has red and blue wires going much farther down his arm, his spine has been integrated so his nervous system can help process synthetic information, and the paneling on his right arm now covers the entire surface of it rather than just part of his forearm.
Summary: Though Sollux escaped with most of Team Homestuck, he was not exactly welcomed in the Resistance thanks to all that synthetic matter attached to him. He was allowed to stay, but was placed in a high-security area and has never been allowed to leave since, and allowed not nearly as many visits as his friends might like. (Though he has designed psychic communicators, if they're willing to implant them to chitchat with him.) He spends most of his time in a tank of liquid with a similar effect to that of sopor slime, where he can ignore issues of his flesh body, and designs tech and viruses for the Resistance's missions to the station when he's not upgrading his synthetic parts.

ALSO LATE AS FUCK TO THE PARTY

[ecto-biologist.livejournal.com]

Name: John Egbert. Started going by 'Johnathan' to people he doesn't know well enough.
Current location: Asphodel
Current Physical Appearance: He got tall and gangly, his old godhoodie's tattered and ripped (most likely through resistance battles) to the point where he wears what scraps he has left, to remind him of how things were before they went to hell. He mostly wears wifebeaters - with the occasional jacket draped over him when he can get it - and a pair of jeans. Scratchs and scrapes line his body, and his primary wifebeater has painted on it a crude representation of his sigil - he's the Hero of Breath, goddammit.

He also, though he has told very few, had a robotic eye installed. The scars might reference it slightly around his face, but he's too ashamed to tell anyone.

Summary: John was damn near the last person out of Team Homestuck to flee. When he heard things had went down, he -insisted- everyone evacuate but himself, to fight as long as he could against the robot menace. Pulling out the stops on the windy shenanigans, he fought until everyone else could get away before the robots captured him. As a prototype for things to come, they installed a robotic eye, but thanks to a copious amount of wind powers (as well as a little bit of luck, sometimes having a luck goddess flushed for you has its perks), he managed to break out - he couldn't save anyone else, but he did, through various shenanigans, make it down to Asphodel in relatively one piece, sans roboeye. He now serves as the head fighter when it comes to Karkat's rebellion against the machine menace. He hasn't told Karkat about the eye. Not yet. He keeps planning to, but he can't ever find a good place to drop the bomb before something happens. He also works a variety of side jobs with the rebellion, helping whereever he can. Because all the help he gives might just make up for when he eventually fails.

L8ey l8ey l88888888.

[manipul8trix.livejournal.com]

Name: Derpina Vriska Serket
Current location: Asphodel
Current Physical Appearance: Taller, with significantly longer horns and fangs. Still built like the scrawniest twiggiest twig that ever twigged a twiggy twig. WHAT AM CURVES?
Summary: She would have been one of the first to flee with Karkat's merry band of fuckasses if it wasn't for Davesprite and John staying behind. As it was, she hung back only as long as Orange Dave did - absconding along with him after John's insistence that he'd follow on after them.

(Lousy goddamn stupid goobery self-sacrificing hero dorks. >::::C)

She fights for the resistance, of course, and is seemingly as reckless and idiotic about it as she ever was. Underneath that facade, she's terrified as fuck. Without resurrection-via-teleporter being a guaranteed safety net, she obsesses over keeping her hero/corrupt balance in check so she can't permanently die: in doing so, she isn't above stealing luck from her own allies and running the risk of getting them killed. The way she sees it, if she's lucky enough then nobody close to her is going to get hurt - right?

Additionally, she's pretty happy living on Asphodel. Any crapsack future where John regularly wears filthy wifebeaters and tattered clothing is okay by her. Ooh Mister Egbert, ooh~

[autodidacticrobogirl]

Name: K. Ross
Current location: Asphodel
Current Physical Appearance: Older, taller, and with increasingly more makeshift and shabby prosthesis, Kim's no longer in the flower of her youth, and shows it. She's acquired the requisite scarring and fine lines, but Kimiko's mind has long-since been inured to the hardships of the post-apocalyptic.
Summary: She would have stayed on Sacrosanct, if she could. Kimiko was always a proponent of fixing what was broken, healing the mechanical and systemic faults of the world, making things perfect. But if she'd stayed behind, she would have undoubtedly been killed, or worse. Instead, as she struggled to remain among the turmoil and vicious, policing robots, Kimiko was forcibly brought to Asphodel, kicking and screaming, by a certain robot friend…

She spends her time building and inventing, using her hermitage and her extraordinary mind to bend the elements of salvage and Asphodel to her will— and to protect her robotic and cyborg friends. And god help anyone who challenges the right of her synthetics to be there. Kimiko cannot argue against destroying machines that have already done wrong, not after all that's happened, but she'll be dead before she allows her friends to die for something they have not done, but only might do.

I promise

[isonny.livejournal.com]

This wasn't the first ship Hypatia had shot down, and it likely wouldn't be the last if there were any sentient organics still left on the station. Of course Sonny had known this; he'd seen a few unfortunate vessels exploding like fireworks against the dark abyss that was Sacrosanct's skyline.

But this was a risk he'd been forced to take in order to protect one fragile, stubborn human. And even though he had the capacity, even though he'd changed over the years, he still would risk his life for a select few.

So when the missile had hit their patched-together craft, Sonny had done his best to keep Kimiko in one piece - even in the face of their ship coming to pieces. It was as much luck as it was anything else that when they crashed onto the planet's surface, the hull landed in such a way that they were:
A) not crushed to death
B) protected from the elements
C) see note: A)

But that was where lucked had ended. Time hadn't been kind to the robot either, not entirely, and this new environment was too dangerous for Kimiko. Not to mention the woman was still in need of the basic necessities - many of which were now lost in space.

To remedy the situation as best he could, and in an effort to fulfill a distant and original purpose, Sonny had made it his duty to fetch his friend what he could.

Today he came back limping (which in itself wasn't abnormal, but hadn't Kimiko had fixed that joint just the other night?). On the bright side, he also came back carrying some scrap metal and more importantly: water and food. (Though it was no small miracle that he managed to come back at all. The denizens of Asphodel - robot sympathizers or not - did not take kindly to thieves. Especially not the repetitive kind.)

♥

[autodidacticrobogirl]

Kimiko was a fanatic, a fact she didn't often acknowledge, and never willingly. She hated the other inhabitants of Asphodel as much as she hated anyone, which was an enduring, cold-burning emotion that she used as much for fuel as the food she ate. Right now she was in the rearmost cabin, staring through the foot-thick space age material that passed from glass out at the blurry, sand-whipped landscape. It was the only such window that ever saw sunlight, and as often as not it was covered in the scouring sand that had given its exterior surface a smoothly frosted finish.

She wasn't looking at the stars, she was looking at the motes of dust floating in the light. Her workshop had once been the engine room and now it was...

Clang.

Sonny was back, and Kim turned in time to see him limping across the curved floor to meet her with supplies in his arms. He was such a good robot, but Kimiko had never been given to extraneous praise, especially when her very own Nester-series robot was limping. Kim waved off his supplies and dropped too examine the damage with an intensity that would have frightened a human.

Mine, her eyes seemed to say, as she smoothed her much-battered prosthesis along the holed cover and probed the damage. Her mouth could have said any number of things, commentary on his risky behavior, rebukes, suggestions, lies.

"I'm replacing this panel tonight," she told him, then stood to take the sustenance portion of his burden. She wasn't asking him if he'd let her, she was telling him. Kimiko did not, as a rule, give orders; he was Asimovian, after all, and in her mind that made the rules very clear, even if he didn't seem to follow directives very well anymore, "You were out longer this time."

[braveboldsphere.livejournal.com]

Name: Cooperative Testing Partner Blue (Otherwise known as ATLAS)
Location: Sacrosanct.
Current Physical Appearance: Similar to canon, with some retrofitted upgrades of repurposed technology via Hypatia. Prototype reverse-engineered Varia Suit pieces and Spartan armor? Most likely. Still recognizable as the sphere in a body, but also very much refitted for battle purposes. Still carries the Portal Gun around.
Summary: When Hypatia re-purposed the station - and most likely GLaDOS along with it - she inherited GLaDOS' test-happy childbots. Aperture Science programming is UNIX-based at best, and repurposing ATLAS probably took maybe five minutes of code fiddling. And as it turned out, Aperture Science bots really do enjoy testing as much as they say they do, and ATLAS' more bold nature made him the perfect subject for prototype advances in technology gained from seizing the various limitless variations of technology that were left behind when the organics left the station.

Unfortunately, for a developing personality that was barely a day or so old when he arrived, ATLAS has developed his own identity, but it's very much been cultivated by the slightly insane AIs. As a result, ATLAS does believe that organics are the enemy, and on a greater scale are the opposition to glorious testing progress - unless they're in the cages. then they help testing!

However, despite protests, ATLAS refuses to accept actual weaponry, preferring to stick with the Aperture Science Handheld Portal Device. When Organic Testing Participant Chell arrives to rescue prisoners, it's the repurposed ATLAS who is sent to go after her, who does so while even risking life and limb. She is better than him, even when he works in tandem with P-Body, and part of him enjoys the chase. Every time she escapes, he gets a chance to improve, a chance for Hypatia to give him new systems. And another chance for mother GLaDOS to congratulate him on his dedication to testing.

Even bad robots love their mothers, after all.