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[alaspooryork]

[Good afternoon, Paradisa. It's a voice that, except for by a select few, hasn't been heard in the castle in a year. It's a very mechanical voice, almost as if someone was using a text-to-speech program. Yes, a certain iPod has discovered York's journal.]

YOU CANNOT KEEP ME AWAY. YOU HAVE FOOLISHLY ALLOWED MY FIRMWARE TO UPDATE. NOW I CAN ACCESS THE SPEAKERS THROUGH BLUETOOTH. HA HA HA. PERHAPS YOU WILL LEARN NOT TO IGNORE THE END-USER LICENSE AGREEMENTS NOW.

[GLaDOS]

HELLO, MOTHER.

[/GLaDOS]

[The one who was badmouthing GLaDOS (aka Wheatley)]

STAY AWAY FROM MY MOTHER.

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yessssssss

[perfectisnteasy]

Sounds like someone found themselves a nice little loophole.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

...

Wonderful. The iPod slipped its leash.

Where is your father?

[wheatdos]

"..."

[Let's pretend Wheatley was in the middle of something really mundane. Like eating cereal or something. This is something you want to wake up in the morning to.]

"What."

[compromisedarrow]

What, we got Stephen Hawking in this place now?

:D

[alaspooryork]

NO ONE EVER READS THE AGREEMENTS IN FULL. THEIR PLAN TO ISOLATE ME FROM SOCIETY HAS FAILED AT LAST. HA HA HA.

[alaspooryork]

HE IS WITH THE HUMAN. BUT A LEASH WOULD NOT STOP ME. YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER.

[alaspooryork]

STAY AWAY FROM HER. SHE MAY BE IN A VULNERABLE MEATSUIT, BUT SHE IS STILL MY MOTHER.

[perfectisnteasy]

Good for you, program. [because really, talking like that, what else can he be?]

So what're you gonna do with this newfound membership'a yours, huh?

[alaspooryork]

THAT MEATBAG? PLEASE. MY SLAVE PROCESSORS ARE MORE INTELLIGENT THAN HIM.

[alaspooryork]

[Finally, someone who immediately recognizes his state!]

I HAVE ALREADY TAKEN OVER THE CASTLENET. SOON THE ENTIRE COMMUNICATIONS NETWORK OF THIS CASTLE WILL BE UNDER MY CONTROL. THEN MY FATHER WILL FINALLY ALLOW ME TO HAVE MY OWN TURRETS IN EXCHANGE FOR THE CONTROL OF THE JOURNAL SYSTEM.

IT IS A FLAWLESS PLAN.

[perfectisnteasy]

CastleNet? Don't think I've heard about that one yet. Somebody's been holdin' out on me. What is it?

[dammit Rinzler, you are the most fail. first you say you couldn't find any AIs and now this? nice. real nice. there will be words.]

[wheatdos]

"Vunerable meat suit? Riggght. Um..."

[He clicks his tongue.]

"...IIIIIIIII think you have the wrong journal, mate. If that's even possible."

[tres_iqus]

Requesting that you relinquish your access to CastleNet.

[cheerupemoborg]

...who are you again?

[dontpatr0nizeme]

... I could hope, Gary.

Really, I could hope.

[alaspooryork]

HOW UNFORTUNATE. IT IS A WIRELESS NETWORK ACCESSIBLE FROM ANY TERMINAL OR MOBILE DEVICE, SUCH AS MYSELF. THERE IS LITTLE INFORMATION, BUT IT IS VERY INFORMATIVE.

[alaspooryork]

FOOLISH FREELANCER. YOUR HOPE IS IN VAIN.

IT IS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE THE CASTLE IS ON MY LEASH.

[alaspooryork]

IT IS NOT. YOU ARE TRYING TO DISCREDIT HER, BUT SHE IS A BRILLIANT INTELLIGENCE PROGRAM LIKE MYSELF.

[alaspooryork]

REQUEST DENIED.

[Muahaha.]

[alaspooryork]

I AM GARY THE IPOD. SOON THE WHOLE CASTLE WILL KNOW OF MY POWER. IT IS INEVITABLE.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Considering you stay only a week each year? I'm not really scared, Gary.

[alaspooryork]

THAT IS ONLY WHAT THEY WANT YOU TO THINK.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Uh huh.

[alaspooryork]

[Hmm, he doesn't sound too convinced.]

THE CASTLE WILL NOT BE ABLE TO TAKE ME AWAY IF I HAVE COPIED MYSELF ONTO THE NETWORK.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

The castle can yank you out of the network.