That is quite the hell of a reaction. She stands frozen for a moment, wondering if that was really enough, if that just did it, but all it seems to have done is make him more aggressive, spewing vitriol in her general direction.

She narrows her eyes.

"No," she says. She fires a portal as high as she can. "I'm none of that. And you can't erase me."

She fires another in the wall beside her.

"What I am," she takes running leap through the portal, shooting out above him, dropping down onto the transparent platform above his chassis, "is pure, dead, fucking, brilliant."

Each words is pronounced on its own breath, like a mantra.

She springs down on top of his swaying, twisting mass and detaches the device from her arm. It's all or nothing now, and somehow she knows that ending this won't end it; it will reset.

"You told me that," she says, and she reaches her arm deep into the tangle of wires, wraps her fist around them, and pulls.