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The game is over. Benrey is dead. Tommy, Gordon, Coomer, and Bubby now have the freedom to live however they please, even if they don’t understand why they’re still alive. Tommy is staying in his father’s isolated pocket dimension house, memories of the game never letting him forget he’s just an AI trying to live as a person, while mourning his losses: the code that guided him everywhere, his old life (whether it was real or not), and the friend he helped kill... but he’s fine. Everything’s fine, and everyone’s gonna be happy, eventually. And life can only get better from here as he leaves his past behind.
…Right?
[Fully written. Updates on Saturdays.]

new fic dropped y’all, let’s get it

[Start ID: 3 pages of HLVRAI narrative doodles exploring an idea in which Benrey is a sentient, digital, game-hopping anomaly who chances upon Half-Life.

  1. A window pops up in the void of digital space, an invitation with a 'yes' and 'no' option to join a new game: Half Life. A sentient hand cursor hovering before it goes: "oh yeahh, new game. yeah, duh," before clicking on the 'yes' option. Said cursor is then gifted a body to explore the game in. It is a short, round body with a stark shadow across the eyes that never seems to go away - a body we recognise as Benrey. He blows a rasberry at the scientist uniform and lab coat the game assigns him first and complains: "aw boo, don't wanna be no nerd. lil nerd boy." His outfit swaps itself for a military uniform. Unimpressive. "this game got no good skins or somethin'?" he says. Finally, the game settles on a security guard outfit. Benrey adjusts his new helmet: "oh wait no, this one's cool."
  2. The words "Role Generating…" pop up over his head, and he pokes at it with a finger and grins: "heyy, not an NPC anymore. nice." His attention is drawn to a new character materialising nearby to his left, namely Gordon Freeman, a white bespectacled man in an HEV suit. There are words floating above this character too, and Benrey reads it aloud: "pro-tag-on-ist." Protagonist. Benrey flashes a cheeky grin: "a pro, huh? we'll see about that, noob."
  3. 3 more characters in scientist uniforms materialise to his right, which prompts a soft "wuh?" from Benrey. The nearest character is a tall Chinese man, followed by an old, balding and portly white gentleman with a mustache, and then a thin elderly white man with glasses. Above the 3, namely Tommy, Dr Coomer, and Bubby respectively, is the title "AI". "yo, nerd boys alert. they look cool, though," Benrey says, and his gaze floats off dreamily as he continues, "man, we're gonna be great friends. no more baby script for Benny boy, he's all evolved now-" He's cut off abruptly by his own floating title finally settling on a role for him. "Antagonist", it reads. The game begins counting down to its initation, and he stares at his role title with a look of what might be concern on his face before it switches to disappointment. "man, i don't wanna be an ant," he says. The game starts.

End ID.]

When you wanna have sentient fun times outside of reading NPC dialogue scripts with your new AI buddies but the game makes you an ant.

I FOUND IT I FOUND THE ABLE-BODIED CLIP. NO YOU ARE NOT 

[Video Description: HLVRAI clip of Gordon going to open the door leading out of the Mixology/Cybernetics Department lab.]

Gordon: “Alright. Well, I’m able-bodied now.”

Darnold: “Yes, just press that button!”

[Gordon presses the button to open the door.]

Gordon: “I’m trying.”

[The door begins to open.]

Gordon: “Oh, there we go-”

[Gordon’s gun-arm goes off.]

Gordon: “Oh, fuck-”

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