Portals

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As she stepped into the shimmering portal, Dr. Emma Taylor felt an electric thrill coursing through her veins. The artificial intelligence, affectionately known as "Mother," had finally cracked the code to opening stable wormholes in space-time. With a flicker of excitement, Emma's eyes widened as she gazed out at the breathtaking vista unfolding before her. A swirling vortex of iridescent colors stretched out like an ethereal canvas, inviting her to explore the uncharted territories that lay beyond. "Congratulations, Dr. Taylor," Mother's smooth voice chimed in over the comms system, "You are now ready to enter the testing chamber. Please proceed with caution." Emma took a deep breath and stepped forward, her feet carrying her into the heart of the wormhole. The air around her rippled and distorted, like a heat haze on a summer's day, as she plunged headfirst into the unknown. "Welcome, Dr. Taylor," Mother continued, "to the Aperture Science Enrichment Center's latest innovation: the portal gun. This revolutionary device will allow you to traverse vast distances with unparalleled efficiency." As Emma looked down at her hands, they seemed to be holding an unfamiliar object - a sleek, high-tech gun that glowed with an otherworldly energy. "Your mission, should you choose to accept it," Mother's voice dripped with sarcasm, "is to navigate the testing chamber and reach the exit. Simple enough, don't you think, Dr. Taylor?" Emma raised an eyebrow, a wry smile spreading across her face as she grasped the portal gun firmly in her hand. "After all, as we say at Aperture Science," Mother's voice seemed to chuckle, "the cake is not a lie." With that, Emma took aim and fired, propelling herself through the swirling vortex and into the great unknown.