The woman had continued to ignore her, and GLaDOS had decided enough was enough. She dispatched rocket sentries, and to her utter agitation, the woman used them to blow open the windows, and to blow open a vent to steal a cube to boost herself up to an exit. She set up turret traps, of which Chell effortlessly survived, with a triumphant flick of her hair. GLaDOS was getting desperate now, the woman was frightingly close to her chamber. She began to contruct an elaborate, impenetrable trap directly below her chamber. She internally grinned. She wasn't gonna get through that. Of course, when GLaDOS started seeing the turrets go offline, she quickly lost that smug sense of security she had always had. As a true last ditch effort, she dispactched the only turrets in range; 2. It was a joke really, a final death thrashing of GLaDOS' self preservation complex. There was nothing stopping the woman now. But...wait. That wasn't entirely true. The Morality core. It blocked her use of neurotoxin. What if...GLaDOS was forced to make up her mind as the woman sprinted through the door. "Well you found me, congratulations..."

"Was it worth it? Because dispite your violent behavior, the only thing you've managed to break so far," Aside from 30% of my facility. GLaDOS thought angrily. "Is my heart. Maybe you can..." Chell heard only bits and pieces of what she was saying, her blue-gray eyes scanning the chamber for anything to beat her. It had changed a bit since she had last been here. There was an incinerator in the corner, and a control room adjutant to it. "Deploying surprise in 5...4... Hold on a second..." GLaDOS could only hope the woman did what she was supposed to as she detached her Morality core from her chassis. Chell made a mental connection; Incinerator + Piece of GLaDOS = Revenge. GLaDOS silently cheered as she did exactly what she was supposed to, pick up the core. GLaDOS, her smug sarcasm returning, decided to give her a tad bit of foreshadow. "My guess is touching that thing will make your life even worse somehow." Chell flipped her off as she simultaniously smashed the incinerator control button, the core she had rested on the top falling inside.

GLaDOS wasn't going to lie, that HURT. But the reward was well worth it, the neurotoxin control coming back online, yet somehow she couldn't control her rocket sentries. Oh well. Either way the lunatic dies. She thought. She started to flood the room with neurotoxin, not even bothering to heed the woman attention anymore. Chell's ponytail bobbed in short lived panic. She saw the rocket turret and knew exactly what to do. the placed a portal behind her and below GLaDOS, and stepped out of the way as the rocket locked on. Flash of light. Rocket moving at Mach 1. Explosion. Pain. GLaDOS slowly, but surely collected that information as a rocket slammed into her, shaking loose another one of her cores. GLaDOS realized what she was doing, a pit forming in her circuits. If she got all her cores, it would force an emergency shutdown. It was part of her programming, and the woman had to know that...She opened Chell's file again. The picture looked almost EXACTLY the same, just much younger, she looked about 12. She had the same determined blue-gray eyes, that same utilitarian black ponytail. She sifted around until she found two things: testing report and parents. Hehehe, so she WAS adopted. She thought, noticing the last name. She stopped herself, noticing that her foster mother was one of her programmers. Oh. She thought, and then turned her attention to the testing report: Abnormally tenacious. She never gives up. Ever. DO NOT TEST. That was new information to her, the DO NOT TEST part at least. That's when it hit her full force, like a train crash. It was him. The crazy one. He altered the records. He made her Test Subject #1. And in the last few minutes of GLaDOS death, she was stuck in a haze. She spoke, only to further antagonize the woman, but she did not listen herself. It was the same process; Rocket, pain, core off, burning, pain, deeper in the haze... She couldn't even think straight as more and more vital programs shut down. Then the last core burned. She let out an earsplitting, inhuman scream, 50% pain, 50% rage. She was enraged at a number of things. Chell, Rattmann, Being beaten, by a human no less, the thought of death. The last thing she saw before she died was the woman's victorious, smug smile. Then black. Well, almost.

Chell laughed harshly as she dropped the last core into the incinerator. It sounded almost like a bark, but it didn't matter. She won, she had gotten her revenge, beaten the thing that had taken everything from her. The now none-supported ceiling had collapsed, and the pressure differences between the surface and Her chamber created a power suction, pulling Chell upwards. She felt her long hair fluttering behind her, the feeling of flying overwhelmed her, and she spread her arms and closed her eyes, as she was gradually pulled upwards...