A/N: Hi everyone. Sorry for the wait.

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-Rin Owens- I'm glad you love this fic, but unfortunately there is only so much I can write.

To all my readers, I'm pretty much out of ideas so the next chapter will probably be the last. Thank you all for reading.

She didn't know which was more painful: the feeling of betrayal or the deep electrical shock that ran through her body. Tears were freely falling from her eyes and she clenched her fists as if it would help dull the pain. Inhuman screams echoed off the walls and if Amora didn't know better she wouldn't have thought they came from her. The noise sounded more animal like than human. Amora had long since stopped trying to reach whatever humanity that Rick and Craig had. Amora's breaths were becoming chocked. She could hear her screams slow and stop. The pain didn't stop, but she just couldn't scream any longer. She could feel her feet becoming colder.

Amora took a sharp breath. In an instant, all the pain was gone. She couldn't feel her feet; her thrashing stopped. Her body landed heavily on the lab table with a thud that she didn't feel. When she thought about moving, she could hear the mechanical whirling of some device above her head. She was going to call out to Rick, but nothing came out of her mouth. The men's voices sounded further away. Amora closed her eyes as they became heavier and heavier.

Portal ~Portal

The new personality core started with a small shudder. It's violet optic darted around the room trying to assess the situation it found itself in. "She's operational," a male voice stated before a human male appeared in the core's sight. The male had brown hair and green eyes; the core knew that she should recognize the human, but his designation didn't come to mind. "Hey, you know who I am?" the man asked pointing to himself.

The core narrowed her optic and nodded. She knew he worked with Aperture and that he was an adventurer. Once again his name didn't come to her it was as if it was locked away. "Great. Do you know your name?" another male voice asked also appearing into view.

The core looked at the new man who was wearing glasses. She shook her chassis negatively. "Great, another failure," the first man said with a huff.

"Rick, we locked her memories into a zipped file. There's no way she could remember her name. Can you state your purpose, Morality?" the second man asked.

Morality sent a reply through her vocal processor only to get an error message. Morality shook her chassis in a negative motion. "It seems as though the moron messed up again," the second man said with a sigh.

"I'll show him," Rick said reaching above Morality and grabbing her handle. Morality watched as she was pulled off the table she was sitting on. Her optic darted nervously at the strange sensation. She watched as the man carried past a lab table with a woman strapped onto it. She wasn't moving and Morality wondered what happened to her.

The doors to the lab opened and Rick carried the core out and into an elevator. The trip on the elevator was silent. Morality couldn't make a noise or even ask what was happening to her. She knew that she was in Aperture Science and she was born, no, constructed to provide a moral insight to the artificial intelligences in Aperture.

"Hey, this one doesn't work," Rick's voice called out breaking Morality from her train of thoughts. The man Rick called out to a blonde man in a lab coat. Morality recognized him, but she couldn't bring up any specific memory of him.

"Uh, actually that one should work. It's got all of it's memory and should be fully functional," the man said staring at Morality from behind his glasses.

"Well, it can't say anything," Rick said angrily plopping Morality onto the table with a loud thud.

"I don't know why it won't be working. Just leave it here. I'll figure it out. Yup, nothing too difficult for a genius like me," the man rambled.

"You need to get this right. We're running out of time," Rick said before exiting.

The man grumbled irritably as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. He mumbled to himself before putting the box away. Morality could read that the man was upset by something. She tried to give him a sympathetic look, but her shutters and handles could only convey so much emotion. "So, uh, Morality, wasn't it? Well, I think that's what Rick said your name is. Let's see. I'll just connect you to my computer and see what is wrong. Don't worry it won't hurt, I think. Do you feel pain? Well, it'll be simulated pain either way. So no need to worry not really pain." The man rambled and Morality raised her bottom shutter in amusement. He looked at the computer screen in thought. "It looks like everything is here. Can you say something for me? Say apple."

Morality tried to do as he asked but the error message appeared again. "Oh, well, that's a little embarrassing. It seems like you are missing your vocal processor which means you understand me. I guess we don't have to tell Rick that. I'm sure the next trial will work fine. Don't move anywhere. I mean, you can't really move by yourself. I'll be back I need to see if Amora came in." The man looked a little pained as he said the name. He touched his pants pocket quickly before hurrying out of the laboratory.

The man came back moments later with disappointment on his face. Morality concluded that he couldn't find whomever he was looking for. He sat with a sigh putting his hands on either side of the core. "Why didn't she come? She wasn't there last night either. She never misses work." Morality shifted in her chassis so she could look at the man. She leaned forward slightly and tried to tap reassuringly on his shoulder.