GLaDOS's Lament Part XIX

She fled
From my sensors.
In the deepest reaches
Of the center
That I had allowed to fall
Into disrepair.
I began to
Formulate
Plans within plans.
I called to her
With love.
With hate.
With sorrow.
With fear.
She did not falter.
That much
She had learned from me.
I readied the turrets.
Armed with bullets,
And missiles,
They laid in wait for her.
The cake
I had prepared
For her
A lifetime ago
Laid hidden from her.
She deserved no reward.
Only death.
She evaded my traps
And finally
Found me.