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Hello and, again, welcome to the Aperture Science computer-aided enrichment center. We hope your brief detention in the relaxation vault has been a pleasant one. Your specimen has been processed and we are now ready to begin the test proper. Before we start, however, keep in mind that although fun and learning are the primary goals of all enrichment center activities, serious injuries may occur. For your own safety and the safety of others, please refrain from-- [bzzzzzt] Por favor bordón de fallar Muchos gracias de fallar gracias.

Once the city used to pulse with energy. Dirty and dangerous, but alive and wonderful. Now it's something else. The changes came slowly at first. Most didn't realize, or didn't care, and accepted them. They chose a comfortable life. Some didn't. And those who refused to conform were pushed to the sidelines, criminalized. They became our clients. We call ourselves Runners. We exist on the edge between the gloss and the reality: the mirror's edge. We keep out of trouble, out of sight, and the cops don't bother us. Runners see the city in a different way. We see the flow. Rooftops become pathways and conduits, possibilities and routes of escape. The flow is what keeps us running, keeps us alive.

In 1958 the Soviet Union launched the Verona I satellite to secure their lead in the space race. The Verona entered stable orbit around Earth-moon Lagrangian point two and began transmitting deep-space telemetry back to earth. But after communication ceased, a manned mission was sent to investigate. When the repair team found no external issues, Soviet leadership ordered the cosmonauts to breach the satellite. In the moments that followed, the cosmonauts encountered something unprecedented: A nonterrestrial life-form. All members of the mission were lost. The footage was labeled a state secret and buried. After two years of silence, the Soviets contacted the U.S. and pleaded for help with containing the threat; Kennedy agreed. In 1963 the U.S.-Soviet collaboration resulted in the Kletka program, a permanent installation to contain the nonterrestrials. But the historic partnership was short-lived. Following a failed assassination attempt, an emboldened Kennedy returned to office and seized control of the joint program, and in the two decades that followed, the U.S. evolved the station into a fully functional R&D facility. American teams studied the nonterrestrials, now labeled Typhon, but were unable to harness their enigmatic abilities into military or commercial applications. After an unfortunate containment failure led to the death of an entire research team, the U.S. shuttered the project in 1998. The station was abandoned. The Transtar corporation secured the derelict station and transformed it into Talos I, a cutting-edge Innovation Center. In just five short years, the team aboard Talos I has achieved a greater understanding of the Typhon organisms than three decades of government research. And soon, innovations from our Psychotronics Division will redefine what it means to be human.

You are a worm through time. The thunder song distorts you. Happiness comes. White pearls, but yellow and red in the eye. Through a mirror, inverted is made right. Leave your insides by the door. Push the fingers through the surface into the wet. You've always been the new you. You want this to be true. We stand around while you dream. You can almost hear our words but you forget. This happens more and more now. You gave us the permission in your regulations. We wait in the stains. The word that describes this is redacted. Repeat the word. The name of the sound. It resonates in your house. After the song, time for applause. We build you until nothing remains. The egg cracks and the truth will emerge out of you. You are home. You remind us of home. You've taken your boss with your boss with you. All hair must be eaten. Under the conceptual reality behind this reality you must want these waves to drag you away. After the song, time for applause. This cliché is death out of time, breaking the first the second the third the fourth wall, fifth wall, floor; no floor: you fall! How do you say “insane”? Hurts to be happy. An earworm is a tune you can't stop humming in a dream: “baby baby baby, yeah!” Just plastic. So safe and nothing to worry about. Ha ha, funny. The last egg breaks now. The hole in your room is a hole in you. You came and we let you in through the hole in you. You have always been here, the only child. A copy of a copy of a copy. Orange peel. The picture is you holding the picture. When you hear this you will know you're in new you. You want to listen. You want to dream. You want to smile. You want to hurt. You don't want to be.