He takes great care to choose what he remembers now, but he knows he’s just practicing a delusional sense of free will. He ha d had one visitor-but he’d rather not remember him.
He had quite missed the man and their silent conversations recovery in the medbay had been a lonely endeavour. At least he had shared a ride with Gordon. Had he not been traipsing into the administrator’s office for the twelfth time this month, it would’ve been a very good day indeed. Government Agent Michael would consider today, under any other circumstances, a good day for the advancement of science as the human race knew it. SUBJECT: Michael AGE: 49 EDUCATION: DATE: May 16, 9:05am AFFLIATION: United States Government, Black Mesa Research Facility STATUS: In transit
The doors slide shut, and Gordon is now an hour late to work. Freeman.” Gordon signs thank you and the agent leaves. “This is where I get off,” he says, “Good luck, Dr. The agent stands, brushes his fine pant legs off, and goes for the door. The tram stops again at a platform, for passengers who will transfer to the next line. The rest of the transit is spent in silence, with Gordon nursing his dwindling supply of coffee, and the government agent sitting ever so still, holding his briefcase close. This, crystal could power any number of machines.rendering electricity useless.” Aperture Science and that brute Cave Johnson won’t know what hit them. It’s going to be a red letter day, I tell you. “Oh, I have no reason to be anxious,” he chuckles, “I have utmost faith in this experiment. “Are you nervous?” He holds his hands out, forefingers pointing downwards, and jiggles his right like he’s swatting a fly. Materials like that are not.easy to come by.” Freeman,” Michael continues with a thoughtful smile, “It’s quite fortunate we found the specimen in time. “Oh, I am just fine,” he says, “Nothing the medical staff couldn’t with. The agent smiles, and Gordon takes note of the bags under his eyes that deepen with the action. Michael had been out of work for nearly a week a cold, or something or another. His hands rest atop it.Īre you feeling better, Michael? Gordon signs. He leans back and puts his briefcase on his lap. The Loader finally passes, and they continue on. He’s always being dragged into the administrator’s office, so Gordon has no doubt that’s where he’s going now. He’s a nice guy to have lunch with, once you get to know him. If you didn’t know the agent, you could say he was off-putting, what with his gaunt, skull like complexion and strange accent. However, even if he does work for the government, he is the most non-threatening, amiable person in all of Black Mesa. He hasn’t seen the man in quite a while his presence is still a little unnerving, despite having known him for two years. You’re, quite late they needed you down in Anomalous Materials. Freeman,” he says, in a low, foreign voice. A tall, pale looking man in a blue suit, carrying a briefcase in one leather gloved hand and adjusting his tie with the other, comes in and sits opposite him. Gordon looks up from his coffee when the tram door opens. The tram comes to a halt as a Loader, staggeringly slow, crosses with its cargo. At least they don’t have radioactive waste mere feet below the tram line.Īnother thing Aperture Science has over them-their robots function properly. Vance-looking better and better by the day. is-and he will never admit this to his colleagues or peers, even Dr. Gordon watches as a Loader traipses through a lake of green sludge, carrying cargo boxes high above the toxic waste. He has a degree in theoretical physics, not picking up coffee for everyone in the lab, or pushing a crystal into a beam. Anomalous Materials will clear their reputation and he’ll finally be appreciated as someone with a MIT education, rather than a man capable of menial labor.even if the latter had been the task assigned to him, as per the email about the procedure that had been sent out. This is the fifth time this week he’s been late on a morning like this, he really shouldn’t have been. The soft voice of the Black Mesa Announcement System tells him the time, weather conditions, and various hazards around the facility as the tram descends into Black Mesa. He grabs a lone styrofoam cup of coffee on his way out and barrels into the tram. Gordon Freeman is late to work by forty-seven minutes. SUBJECT: Gordon Freeman AGE: 27 EDUCATION: MIT degree in Theoretical Physics DATE: May 16, 8:47am STATUS: In transit Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 58947 Chapters: 12/? Comments: 150 Kudos: 330 Bookmarks: 39 Hits: 8196