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"Well hello there! Welcome, welcome, to Aperture Science!" came a male voice, loud and excited, over the old intercom. "Astronauts, war heroes, Olympians—you're here because we want the best! And that means you! So… Who's ready to make some Science?"
The intercom buzzed.
"I am!" came another voice, younger feminine-sounding voice. Pearl frowned slightly. She was sure that voice felt familiar somehow, but… Moon couldn't quite work out why.
The male voice laughed, "Now! You already met one another on the limo ride over, so let me introduce myself… Scar Goodtimes! I own this wonderful facility that you see before you."
That name meant nothing to Pearl. She didn't remember whether or not she knew this person. All moon knew was that he seemed… Friendly? No… That was the wrong word. Friendly in the sense of, he has too much money, and wants to do something Fun to spend it all up. She sighed, as the intercom continued. Moon couldn't be bothered to tune into the rest of the speaking. Just a bunch of Scar's ramblings on, something about an assistant, thousands of tests…
Pearl continued onwards, into the old lobby. There was so much dust, and the tiles were cracked and broken. Chairs that were once placed with care were now strewn across the room at random. Pearl wondered what had happened here. Moon took care where moon was stepping—none of this looked sanitary, if moon were being honest. She wasn't sure just how old this 'Enrichment Sphere' actually was, and she dreaded to think when the last time anyone else had been here.
Still, Scar rambled on through the intercom. Pearl tried moon's best to drown it out, but- What?!
Pearl paused for a second, looking up at the intercom speaker. Did he just say 'mantis'-
"-Bad news is, we're postponing those tests indefinitely… Good news, is we've got a much better test for you: Fighting an army of mantis men! So why don't you just pick up a rifle, and follow the yellow line! You'll know when the test starts."
Pearl stared in horror. Well… That lined up with everything else she knew of Aperture Science. Moon sighed, and continued on through the old, abandoned building, hoping against hope that moon didn't encounter any 'Mantis Men'.