After the idea of human testing was brought up, Aperture was never the same. There was much more stress and productivity. I loved it like never before.
Cave was always making these "pre-recorded messages" that he put in the spheres that were made for testing. One day, when I was very busy with something, he told me to "Say goodbye, Caroline" and I stupidly said "Goodbye, Caroline." I blushed as he grinned impishly at me.
Aperture became busier and richer, but something seemed amiss. I felt... different. But that comes along later in my history.
I returned to my apartment one day with my hair singed and much shorter than it had originally been at the beginning of the day. But I didn't care, not when I had finally built a robot!
We had worked on it for a year, and it was finished today. It was put on three legs and was shaped like an oval. It was originally meant to shoot out cake, but someone had accidentally switched the cake with bullets.
I got to name it~ after all, it was my birthday~ and I called them turrets. We were working on duplicates, and stash them away until we needed them.
As a young girl, I always loved science. While other kids were passing notes under desks, doodling in their textbooks, or just ignoring the teacher, I would be hanging onto every word, my eyes glued to the talker. When they would ask a question, my hand would shoot into the air. Language arts and math never really interested me, but science... glorious science...
I was bullied, too. "Hey, nerd," the nasty kids would sneer. "Was it you who was the idiot who discovered e=mc2?" Then they would push me into the locker and stalk away, laughing.