"Where am I?" thought the turret. Sensors indicated that he was in a narrow, black tiled corridor. His orders: to kill any generic life form that he sees. So the turret waited. And waited. And waited. Eventually, he got a chance to prove his worth. A test subject peeked around the corner, then leapt back at the sight of the turret. The turret went into search mode. "Are you still there?" he asked. The test subject made a run for it down the corridor, trying to pick up the death machine. The turret exclaimed, "There you are!" and opened fire. Red splotches appeared on the man's jumpsuit, and he fell to the ground. "Gotcha ya!" the exicted turret said.