NOTE FROM AUTHOR - Thank you, Wolves4life for your review! I'll be honest, I haven't been reviewed on this account without the review being from somebody who had a somewhat large role in the story, thank you!

- Okay, lets get to Alpha Defective lmao , but I'll be writing this chapter (maybe more) differently -

A melodic tune filled the air deep inside Aperture Science, thought it was not human at all.

In the room there was a whole choir of turrets. Their melodic voices where enough to calm any turret… or core. Maybe even an AI.

They where just practicing though… but what they didn't know was that everybody was listening. Other than the defective turrets, and the non-stop chattering defective cores.

Mainly Rick, Space Core, and Fact Core.

There was a single defective turret, silent and listening. There was also a core… and an AI.

Alpha had stationed herself outside the room walls, a little close to the door, and listening to the choir sing. She wanted to try to imitate their cords, but she felt like she couldn't. They would never let her in anyways… Wrong looks, wrong personality, and not the best voice.

The core had moved outside the room, at the exit door from the opposite side of Alpha. He had come because he was still a little depressed, hoping the practice would either make him laugh, or even feel better about himself. He was sick of being called the same day to day. He was sick of being called an idiot, he hated being looked down upon just because he was smaller than the AI, but most of all; He hated the word everybody seemed to associate with him. 'Moron'.

The AI was listening through radio signals. She looked around her chamber, listening closely. She was rather proud of her work. She seemed to be humming along with the turrets. She noticed a small mistake, but then took it as unnoticeable to the humans. Chell didn't notice it.

The oracle turret ended on a note of 'mi'.

Alpha finally opened her eye, and blinked to adjust her eye-sight again. She got to her claws, and stepped back a bit into the darkness, hoping the turret choir wouldn't notice her as they left practice. She watched as turrets, whom all looked identical, scudded out of the room. Alpha closed her eye so they won't notice her for her eye.

She also went limp.

A singular turret noticed her, but this turret was so slightly different. This turret had more of a yellow-orange eye than a red- orange eye.

Alpha sensed the turret staring at her, and tried to remain still and silent.

The turret moved closer, and even poked Alpha a little bit. The defective turret remained silent and still… no matter how much she wanted to scream in excitement. She had never been noticed by a choir turret… and if she had been noticed by one, she was treated horribly.

Let's just say, Alpha isn't the best at making straight out friends.

Alpha opened her eyes for only a second.

"I'm different." the choir turret looked at her. "I don't hate you."

Alpha secretly hoped that this wasn't a duplicate turret. More like repeat-o-turret. Turrets always say the same things over and over again… it was frankly annoying.

The turret sighed. "Okay, look, I'm sorry that you aren't able to join us. I've always wondered why Oracle wouldn't let you in."

Alpha opened her eye. This turret knew she tried to join?

"I was curious why you where always sitting here. I'd look at you everyday…" the turret was calm, everybody else had left.

"And think about what you could be able to do…" the turret finished.

Alpha just stared at her. Was the turret approving of her or trying to make fun of her?

"I want you to sing…" the turret said, before playing a tune.

Alpha knew the song.

She finally sung.