Authors Note: I don't own Portal or Portal 2. Sorry it was late, but I have a science project, and Wednesday was Halloween. Dunno who I'm apologizing to, seeing as this has only gotten one review. If you're actually reading, and didn't accidentally click the wrong thing, this apology applies to you.
It's Like 20 Questions, But it's Not
"Today, I'm introducing a special segment; Turret Talk. This is when I meet with a Turret and have meaningless conversations." The Interview Core explained.
"Hello." A turret said in a dejected voice. "I'm Anthony. It's nice to meet you."
"Are you ok? You sound a little down. Did the incinerators fry your vocal processors? Seriously, can Turrets even sound like this?" The Core asked, confused of the Turret's disposition.
"Yes, my voice processor melted a bit, but I'm fine…" He said quietly.
"Oh, well, that's good… I guess…" The Core awkwardly stated. "So! How was your week?"
"My son, Carl, was pushed into the water. He short-circuited." Anthony said.
"Oh, that's uh, that's pretty sad." Interview Core said unsure shrugging as much as a metal sphere can.
"Yeah, and then my sister Adriana was sent to the Turret Redemption line." He continued.
"Yikes, that can't be good." The Core replied.
"It isn't. Our mom exploded from grief when she found out." Anthony kept going on.
"It's just not your week, is it?" The Core shook his optic. "Well, that's all the time we have left. So, before our audience goes back down to a half from depression, let's end it here. Bye!"
A dirty faded applaud sign blinked dimly. "Hey, when did we get that? Whatever, I like it!" The Core faded out, rambling on.
A/N: Wee! Anthony! I love him! So sad though, his life sucks… Please review, they make the artificial light walkways less lethal and burn-y! Btw, to my loyal reviewer of one, and other readers, this may be a legitimate thing! Turret Talk, that is. If anyone here has an idea, or topic, etc. PM me, and I might make a little drabble of them!