An Atlas unit held a dropper over the body of the single greatest man of Science in existence.
A mister Cave Johnson, founder, CEO, and slavedriver of Aperture Science and Military Defense Ventures, or more simply, The-Place-Where-Black-Mesa-Steals-Their-Ideas-From.
Squeezing, the Atlas released a deadly mixture of the deadly 'Blacklight Virus' and at least seven pounds of ultra-condensed asbestos, known as Virale Aperture.
Avoiding the nasty effects of zombrism with the asbestos, Virale Aperture was designed to make a new body, and almost nothing else.
The mind would be left to the P-Body unit carrying a small microchip the size of a postcard, which, for some reason, contained the mind of the man.
"C'mon, blue," spake a remarkably British voice at the control room, watching over the process with careless eye. "This is SCIENCE!"
A droplet of Virale Aperture fell from the dropper, landing on Johnson's cryogenically stored body, and repairing the damage. The P-Body shoved the microchip as gently as he could into Johnson's re-forming skull, and soon, the lemonophiliac was up.
And ready for the fast-approaching past.
While killing the physical improvements of Blacklight, the asbestos did a benefit to its carrier; his moon rock-induced brain cancer was gone for some reason.
The Brit spoke up, "This doesn't make much sense."
A droll, sarcastic voice replied. "This is Science. Since when has Science made sense?"
A mister Cave Johnson, founder, CEO, and slavedriver of Aperture Science and Military Defense Ventures, or more simply, The-Place-Where-Black-Mesa-Steals-Their-Ideas-From.
Squeezing, the Atlas released a deadly mixture of the deadly 'Blacklight Virus' and at least seven pounds of ultra-condensed asbestos, known as Virale Aperture.
Avoiding the nasty effects of zombrism with the asbestos, Virale Aperture was designed to make a new body, and almost nothing else.
The mind would be left to the P-Body unit carrying a small microchip the size of a postcard, which, for some reason, contained the mind of the man.
"C'mon, blue," spake a remarkably British voice at the control room, watching over the process with careless eye. "This is SCIENCE!"
A droplet of Virale Aperture fell from the dropper, landing on Johnson's cryogenically stored body, and repairing the damage. The P-Body shoved the microchip as gently as he could into Johnson's re-forming skull, and soon, the lemonophiliac was up.
And ready for the fast-approaching past.
While killing the physical improvements of Blacklight, the asbestos did a benefit to its carrier; his moon rock-induced brain cancer was gone for some reason.
The Brit spoke up, "This doesn't make much sense."
A droll, sarcastic voice replied. "This is Science. Since when has Science made sense?"