I could not see anything, hear anything, or move, but I can still feel things.
I am still bouncing. I felt a few parts of me fall off. Like my white metal plating, my right side, and one of my legs.
After about a minute of bouncing around, I stopped. I felt like I was in mid-air. Then, I started to feel as if I was getting pulled up and moved around random directions.
Then, I felt myself descending slowly until I reach something solid. It seems to be moving to one direction. It was a bumpy ride.
This is it. I thought. This is the end.
I felt like I was moving closer to an intense source of heat. I could feel the hot fire burn through my metal structure. I must be moving closer to the incinerator.
Even though I was kinda getting good at my only purpose, I'm actually kinda glad that it is over now. I will never have to kill any humans again.
I deserve this death. After all, I did kill quite a number of people.
I feel myself enter the incinerator and I just let the fire and flames consume me.
*END*
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The Life Of A Turret (Portal)
Science FictionFollow the life of a turret in the Aperture Science Laboratories from its creation to its journey to the Turret Redemption Lines. (BTW this is my first story so pardon me if this is gonna suck)
