By Karolyn
Chapter 1
"Option not available to outside programming," a voice sounding much like my own said.
"Infernal contraption!" I yelled.
"But isn't that your body?" Cassandra asked. Yep. Always asking questions. Annoying ones at that.
I sighed. "Yes, that's me."
"So why did you call yourself an infernal contraption? Are you angry? Why are you so angry? Can't you calm down? Do you have issues?
"Cassandra, shut up before I toss you into the incinerator. And my only issue is that I can't figure out how to run GLaDOS! Well, that and you."
"Okay! You are the boss!" I couldn't help smiling at that comment. I admit, I liked Jarek, Phoebe, Honey, and Cassandra better than all of the others. They listened better and understood me more.
"I don't mean to anger you or anything my beautiful woman, but do you think maybe we should call Chell and Wheatley back? They might be able to help," Rick said. It enraged me, but only because they actually might. Chell had been able to solve all of my tests. But she irked me so. Well I had an excuse. She did kill me. But it was more than that… I couldn't quite place it.
"Chell is not coming back!" I coughed. Then I coughed again. And again. Ugh! Then my throat started to hurt.
"Are you okay?" Cassandra asked. Her voice was full of concern.
"I'm fine!" I got out between coughs. Then my nose started running.
"Let's get you in bed," Phoebe said. "I can get Honey to make you some soup. What kind would you like? Chicken Noodle, Clam Chowder, Vegetable, or Tomato?
"I also have potato," Honey put in.
"Why would I want potato?" I yelled. That hurt even more.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean anything by it! I'll just go make Chicken Noodle soup."
Phoebe led me over to a bed we'd ordered since we were all human now. I didn't fight as she gently pushed me down. That was when I noticed all of the little five-year-old girls walking around. "I thought I killed all of you!"
"We're not from Bring Your Daughter to Work Day. We're the Turrets, Mommy!" one said. They all looked the same. They were very pale with white hair and bright red eyes. They were also all girls. Not a boy was in sight. Wait! There was one.
"Why is he a boy?" I asked.
"Boys are defective. Boys are built to be destroyed. Should he be destroyed, Mommy?"
Jarek looked in and growled at the girl turret. "I said boys. You are a man, and therefore not defective."
"But this little turret will grow up to be a man. Let's not destroy him," I told her. I'm not sure why. Maybe it was a mother's intuition. She shrugged, and skipped on her way. They were creepy, no denying it.
Phoebe walked over to the phone as I was falling asleep.
Chell:
The phone rang. I walked over and picked it up. "Hello?" I asked.
"Hi! Chell, this is Phoebe. We need your help over here! Caroline is sick, and we aren't sure what to do. What's more, she can't test! It's driving he crazy! We need to find out how to change her back into GLaDOS. Can you help? Thanks! Knew you would! See you soon!" Click. She hung up. Great.
I put in a new number. "Yeah, Wheatley? We have to go back to Aperture. Love you! Bye!"
