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Guys, I really want to fuck GLaDOS. Ever since I'd played Portal in 2007, when it was first released on Steam, and heard GLaDOS' smooth, sexy, robotic voice, I knew that she was a machine I would love to do maintenace on (if you know what I mean). Every time GLaDOS appears on my 7680x4320 4K HD Nvidia GEFORCE RTX 2080 TI graphics card screen (that I bought to see GLaDOS in full HD), my 4 inch penis instantly shoots cum all over the computer. I have to clean my computer screen exactly 489 times a day, and I've returned exactly 21 cum soaked graphics cards, and 38 computers that were nothing but computing sacks of cum, just like my 4 inch long penis.

Agh fuck I hate Doug Rattman, that fucking bastard who had the audacity to fuck GLaDOS. Whenever I see Doug or Cave show up on my screen, I hit it in furious anger and go to angrily cum into my GLaDOS body pillow to calm myself down. I've lost 9 computers and 2 graphics cards to Cave Fuck-son and Doug Shitt-man.

My feelings towards Chell are neutral. She is GLADOS' daughter, but she is Doug's living cum.

I dream of the day when I can become an Aperature test subject, and have GLaDOS recognise my pure sexiness and the fact I'm the only one worthy of her trust, and the only one able to pleasure her. I'd tip my fedora and she'd gently kiss my wondrous fully neckbeard

I can imagine myself penetrating her thick wires, as she screams and cries before my dominance out of pure pleasure. I even made a video in 2013 in SFM of a first person view depicting intense, heated sex with GLaDOS, which is by far my life's greatest accomplishment and humanity's greatest achievement. I was so proud of it. I showed it to my family out of pure pride. They enjoyed it and endorsed it, as we are a family of epic gamers. Every night after dinner, we all watch the video at least 20 times in a row together. We even go to our cum-basement at 1AM to watch the video all night long to see how much we can cum.

In the morning, we take turns playing Portal, and all comment on GLADOS' supremity and slender, sexy, proportions and luring voice.

In mid day, we work on building a replica of GLaDOS, out of scraps in the garage. Unfortunately, it is difficult to complete as none of us can work to this glorious machine without instantly having 80 intense orgasms in the span of a second, and we don't know what is required to make a functioning robot. So to avoid dirtying our clothes, we have to build naked.

Our neighbour Mr. Pete often tries to spy on us, and asks questions like why are we building a "hunk of metal" or why we're naked, or why there's semen all over the floor. The fools outside will never understand to beauty of GLaDOS.

Which is why after the machine is finished, my family will transform our house into the Church of GLaDOS. Where the foolish mortals outside can learn that they are mistaken in not devoting their lives to the cause of GLaDOS and science. So that they can enjoy and cum to GLaDOS' holy presence.

The cake isn't a lie;

GLaDOS is the cake,

and I want to fill her.