A/N: Hey everyone, I haven't updated this fic in forever, I couldn't figure out how to end this story so I hope this will suffice.
Chell exhausted and shaking made it to the Central AI chamber. The first thing to catch her eye was the large dangling structure in the center of the room. The woman ignored the artificial voice that mocked her. Suddenly a small sphere dropped from the machine hitting the floor with a metallic thud.
Chell ever curious walked up to it. The sphere had a single violet eye that zeroed in on the woman's face. Chell narrowed her eyes at the sphere; to her it was just part of GLaDOS. The woman picked up the core whose violet optic never left her face. Chell didn't notice the inspection from the core, but did find the incinerator chute at one end of the room. The woman carried her unwilling passenger toward the button to open the chute. With a quick set of portals, the woman dropped the violet core down the chute.
Chell watched as the sphere fell. The black of the cores optic grew wide as it fell before settling to normal almost instantaneously. The core's upper shutter lowered and if Chell didn't know better, she would have thought that the core was sad. The woman may have felt a tiny twinge of guilt as the sad expression was replaced with fear. The core's violet iris grew larger as its gaze stared at her. Chell didn't have much time to ponder this before the core disappeared into the red hot flames of the incinerator.
Portal~Portal~Portal~
Morality was jolted out of her memories by the blaring sounds of alerts. The flames of the incinerator were licking at her chassis and there wasn't anything she could do. All Aperture Science Equipment remains operational up to 4000 degrees Kelvin, so Morality knew that she would be burning slowly until her inner circuits were fried. It was a depressing thought or at least it should have been, but Morality had lost those human emotions alongside her humanity.
Her past humanity was also very interesting. Morality knew she should feel something; shock, betrayal, sorrow, lost. But none of these feelings coursed through her circuits. And that was a tragedy in of itself; she was empty. More warnings blared at the core.
She looked up at the distant opening of the chute Chell dropped her down. The personality construct looked for any way up the chute. Of course she couldn't see any; and if she did there wasn't anyway she'll be able to climb it. Morality ignored another alarm.
She shut her optic as she realized that she would slowly burn. Instead of letting the heat slowly fry her circuits, she initiated her sleep mode. Her systems asked if she was sure she wanted to shut down. Morality answered yes. She watched code scroll through her vision and feel slowly as her functions ceased before sending her into darkness.