The Disappearance of Oracle Turret
A/N: First Portal story, so hey- If I get something wrong, it's been awhile. XD
This story is all about the Oracle Turret's life. It's a bit choppy, but I think it turned out nicely. I plan to use this storyline to do some kinda sequel to Portal/Half-life.
If people want to know what they all look like, I have the descriptions on my profile.
I can't tell you guys how many times I changed the title. -_-;
Anyways-
This is in the past
This is in the present
~These are thoughts~
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"Hello? Hello?" There was a person, someone she could only hope that she could hear her plea. The dark haired girl walked over, uncertain of the machine she had become. The turret's voice cried out once more, the woman stopped to gaze at her. She did nothing to free her, and there was a voice that told the girl to leave her.
"Thank anyways…." Through her unwavering red stare, she saw that the woman was uncomfortable, wearing an expression that struck her as familiar, the corner of mouth stretching to the other side.
~Chelly used to make that expression all the time….~ the turret noted absently, ~so did Caroline….~
It was really only after staring at the girl for a few seconds, her processors turned on, and she recognized Caroline's hair, and Mr. Johnson's eyes on the young lady in front of her, did the turret finally recognize the woman as the child she had raised until she was three.
Shock ran through her, and she was astonished with how lovely their daughter had grown up to be.
The woman ran off, and left her to the turret redemption line. She didn't blame Chell, after all, it wasn't the first time someone she cared for left her alone….
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"Helena! How are we going to get out of here!" The frustrated voice of Doug Rattmann was heard, and if the turret still possessed a mouth it would be smiling, just a little bit, an a way to admire Doug's naïveté.
"Doug, listen." He turned to look desperately at her glowing red eye, and she tried to calm him. "I am not getting out of here. You need to leave me. I'll be fine, GLaDOS won't kill a turret."
"No!" He rubbed his large hand over her metal surface, once again reminding them how much things had changed, and he spoke with rough conviction. "I won't leave you, Helena."
"But you must, Doug. She is coming." He heard the all-too-familiar sound of the gears in the walls moving as GLaDOS' camera's tried to watch to find out where Doug was hiding out. The blue wall in front of them could destroy Helena, and Doug wasn't willing to lose the intelligent turret he had met when he first joined Aperture.
She wished that things were not the way they were, but sadly, they were, and so, Doug nodded –disappearing into the facility- and when GLaDOS showed up, Helena did her best impression of the mindless bots.
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No, it was far from her first time being abandoned, but it would always hurt to see the form disappearing, slowly fading from her line of sight.
Helena Turret smiled inwardly, her minds' eye still perceived herself as a human, and so she still thought she smiled like one, and let herself shut down to conserve power.
It wouldn't be too long from now that she would be silenced forever, and she had to see her one last time. She had to know the truth of her creation, and Helena would love to be the one to tell her that her daughter looked so much like Cave, and her mother.
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When she was next awoken, it was in front of a large machine, and her mechanical mind registered it as the GLaDOS bot, the same thing that Caroline was to be stuffed into.
"Hello, Mrs. Johnson….." It was an echo of conversations past, and the turret desperately hoped that some part of her friend recognized her.
The yellow optic lens stared down at her feeble body with mild annoyance, but the turret did not back down. "You are rather different, turret."
There was a hint of a smile in Helena's voice when she replied. "They designed me that way, Mrs. Caroline."
"They named me GLaDOS, turret, it would seem you are confusing me for someone else."
If she still possessed a head, she would have shaken it in a negative answer, but since her body was frustratingly immobile, she had to reply verbally. "No, I am not confused. I know you….. But I will call you GLaDOS."
"You are more coherent then the programming we gave you." It was a simple statement, and Helena was saddened to realize that they never programmed her, at all. She was designed to hold the consciousness of her human self- to try and ease Caroline's concerns about her experiment.
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"Hello, Mrs. Johnson…." The young lab assistant called for her boss. "It's time…."
The wrinkled face of Caroline screwed up in annoyance. "Helena, I thought we established that you were to call me by my first name."
The auburn haired girl giggled a bit at this. "Of course, Mrs. Caroline," She walked over to the woman she was proud to call a friend, while the elder woman scowled.
"And what about her, Chell…. Have you made arrangements?" The elderly woman was rightfully concerned for what was going to happen to the daughter she had in genetics.
"Chell is to live at Aperture," Helena stated cheerfully. "If all goes well with the procedure, you should be able to see her directly afterwards." Caroline's eyes looked downcast at this.
"And if all does not go well?"
"She will never be subjected to testing," Helena assured her good friend. "I have a young assistant who is willing to falsify reports."
"Good," Caroline sighed in relief. "I…..think I'm ready." The elderly woman stood up shakily, Helena at her side in moments to assist her. Caroline raised a wrinkly hand, in a gesture saying that she did not require the help of the young woman.
She smoothed out her classy white dress, and fixed her scarf, before taking her cane and following Helena over to where it would be done.
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Alright, first chapter~
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