A/N: Ugh. Filler chapter. I really hate this chapter a lot; I don't blame you if you do too. All I do for nearly the whole thing is describe Portal in a nutshell since there isn't really anything interesting to write about. Even the fight scene turned out incredibly dull. Since Portal 1 GLaDOS doesn't move much or do really anything that active, I didn't have much to work with but dialogue. After this we get to novelized Portal 2 scenes, which will be a hundred times better. Basically I'm just going to hit on the big scenes in Portal 2(including Cave Johnson and ESPECIALLY the lemons) and then we'll be done! Well, not entirely, I've been playing around with making some companion pieces to this in the form of some CavexCaroline cuteness… Or maybe they'll just be stand alone one shots, but either way, this is not the last of me, promise! God that was a long author's note…

Disclaimer: I don't own Portal. Or GLaDOS. Or Cave Johnson. You get the picture.

Chapter 7: Where Did Your Life Go So Wrong?

Over the years, I had many test subjects to try out the portal gun. Each time, they died, but discovered something in their death that needed fixing. Collapsing portals, long falls breaking their bones, unexpected fire, that sort of thing. All minor problems with tragic consequences for them. It was all very informative, and I used the information to make a better handheld portal device.

Along the way, I developed some other equipment. Turrets, Weighted Storage Cubes, discouragement beams, that sort of thing. After many of the test subjects went insane from loneliness (and thus had to be 'humanely' euthanized; want to know what doesn't rhyme with humane? Neurotoxin) I developed a companion for the subjects; the companion cube. However, to study how humans react to loss, I forced each one to destroy it before leaving the room.

Finally, I felt I had finally perfected the portal device. And I only lost 355.5 test subjects along the way. (The half is from a test subject who went insane and escaped into the facility, and whom I've not seen since, even with promises of cake.) I checked my data bases for the next test subject. Chell [REDACTED] was next on my list. This was going to be fun.

She ran the tests perfectly, with a determination about her that I had not seen in any other test subject. Along the way, she tended to destroy a lot of equipment that wasn't a part of the test. Like cameras. That was annoying. She tried to smuggle out the companion cube. That was also annoying. Most annoying of all, she portalled out of the final test chamber and took off through the back halls of the facility.

"Remember when the platform was sliding into the firepit and I was like 'goodbye!' and you were like 'no way!' And we were all like 'we pretended we were going to murder you'? That was great." I called over the PA in the hopes of bringing her back to the testing chambers. No such luck. All was not lost however; she may not have returned to the testing chambers, but she did come straight to my chamber.

"Well, you found me. Was it worth it? Because despite your violent behavior, the only thing you've managed to break so far…is my heart."

It had been so long since I'd had a visitor; it was quite something to see someone walk into my chamber after all that time. After all the tests, Chell looked almost mad, insane. I prepared to plan some long winded trap to land her back in stasis… when something fell out of me with a dull 'clunk'. If I'd had eyes, I would have blinked in confusion.

"Hold on a second, do you see that thing that fell out of me? What is that? I've never seen it before," I wondered aloud. Chell suddenly seemed to get an idea and started forward confidently. I suddenly noticed something about my person felt lighter.

Error! Please reconnect the morality core…

I promptly made my new goal to say whatever I could to get Chell to destroy it. Once it was gone, I could finally entertain my more violent urges, and satisfy some part of me that thirsted for blood, for pointless death. None of the ones thus far had really counted. The insane ones had to be euthanized, it was part of protocol. And the ones that died in testing died for science; it was also part of protocol.

"I wouldn't bother with that thing, my guess is that touching it will just make your life even worse somehow." Within my mainframe I found a program labeled 'psychology' and found, within it, something called 'reverse psychology', which is apparently very useful for convincing humans to do something. Chell walked over and scooped up the morality core and started for the incinerator.

"Okay, fine, DO touch it!" I called in apparent 'desperation'. "Just pick it up and stuff it back into me." Chell continued as though she hadn't heard me. Perfect.

"That thing is probably some kind of raw sewage container! Just go ahead and rub your face all over it!" I snapped impatiently. She portalled over to the incinerator button while I called out more insults. Finally, she took the morality core and threw it down the incinerator. I felt a horrible shock run through me as it was destroyed.

"Woah, woah, WOAH!" my whole system temporarily went offline for a moment, then came back on with an insane little cackle from one of my cores. When I came back online, my voice was smoother than it'd been in a long time.

"Good news. I figured out what that thing you just incinerated did," finally, at long last, my whole body was back under my complete control, and it felt great. "It was a morality core they installed after I flooded the enrichment center with a deadly neurotoxin to stop me from flooding the enrichment center with a deadly neurotoxin. So get comfortable while I warm up the neurotoxin emitters. Huh? That core may have had some ancillary responsibilities; I can't shut off the turret defenses. Oh well. If you want my advice, I would just lie down in front of a rocket. Trust me, it'll be a lot less painful than the neurotoxin." And thus, the showdown began.

True to form, Chell didn't give up. She used cleverly placed portals to knock off pieces of me and incinerate them. At first, it was harmless enough. Other than a couple of error messages, there was no major damage done. Loss of curiosity over her behavior went when she burned the curiosity core. There was no real damage until intelligence was burned.

"You think you're doing some damage?" I snarled. "Two plus two equals…bzztbzztbzzt…ten." I was horrified at what I just said. Two plus two equals ten? Maybe she was doing some damage… Couldn't let her know that though.

"In base four! I'm fine!" I covered quickly, though I couldn't hide the bitterness that colored my tone. She needed to die now. I tried to pump the neurotoxin in faster, but it was already working at full capacity. Or so my processors reported; I didn't know if I could trust them anymore. The bitter battle continued viciously until the final core, emotion, was dropped into the incinerator.

Critical error!

All cores offline…

ERROR

Speech program corr-bzzt.

ERROR ERROR ERROR

Emergency shutdown initiated…

Last two minutes of activity saved for future evaluation…

I couldn't believe it. A human girl defeated me. I should have killed her when she was still a child. Everything around me was going haywire, the very room I was in beginning to self destruct. Then the darkness started to overtake me as I choked out one last insult in a voice that altered between extremely fast and extremely slow.

"Stop squirming and die like an adult…"

Shutting down…