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You watch your computer screen, reading the words that Laidlaw wrote. 
A tear falls down your face. 
You see the truth of your situation, just like Gordon did on the deck of the Borealis. 
You are old. No longer a child. 
Your responsibilities only grow each day. 
You have less and less time to spend playing games. 
You remember your friends and the times you shared in Half-Life and Half-Life 2. 
You realize they are over now, finally. 
The last hope you clung to HL2 Episode 3 is done. 
Just as your childhood is. 
You are Gordon Freeman. 
A man sailing a ship in space to his destruction. 
There will be no Vortigaunts to save you.
--Anon