#turretqueen

'Remember that android hell is a real place where you will be sent at the frst sign of resistance.'

Glados' voice echoed through the speakers. Aperture's mainframe had not bothered with the... special turret before. But throughout Wheatley's short but devastating reign things had slipped out of her control. The downside of being transferred into a potato battery. 

"Hello! Hello?" Called the universal breach between parallel worlds. A hefty concept neatly packaged into the presentation of being a simple oval hole whose edges, wobbling and rippling, glowed a fierce neon orange. "Anybody hear this? Yes, this is a hole in the wall, talking hole in the wall, in need of assistance! Just a hand, two preferably, if you've got them. Just- Just if you're there, c'mon over! Step in front of the hole. Which hole, you might be asking yourself, if there are, in fact, several. It'll be the one that, as aforementioned, is currently TALKING to you. Talking hole. Seriously. Hard to mix it up.