Yeah. That was something I cleared up early on when I posted my fic.
Miranda Lawson - our favorite woman in the galaxy (III)
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 05:43
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Collider wrote...
There's no way to know for certain the demographics. here and here are a few hints, though. Neither of these prove anything, but if you are interested in the subject, it may be something to ponder.
Thos are interesting results, but I doubt they represent the far ends of the spectrum - very casual fans who only played through the game once or twice and really hardcore fans who stuck it out for months, post regularly in character threads, nerdrage over DLC, and write fan fiction.
If you're only a very casual fan, chances are you might not even have found this forum and even if you did, you likely nevered bothered to post or vote. Voting doesn't necessarily make you a hardcore fan either, as I have a feeling a lot of people on the Bioware Social boards are just "passing through", ie. they like the game more than the average fan but their enthusiasm dies down after a few weeks.
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 05:47
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Certainly. The polls can give only hints. It is very true that most players in general probably have not gone on these forums for anything more than gameplay or technical questions.
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 05:59
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I do get the sense that hardcore Miranda fans are mostly male, though not overwhelmingly. And I appreciate the lack of "there are no girls on the internet" posts. I suspect the reason you don't see much Miranda fic is that the writers are mostly female.
fongiel, there was going to be a sex scene, remember? I'd have kept it if it had added anything to the story. If I ever do that Liara/Miranda story, there will be a sex scene.
fongiel, there was going to be a sex scene, remember? I'd have kept it if it had added anything to the story. If I ever do that Liara/Miranda story, there will be a sex scene.
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 06:16
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jtav wrote...
I do get the sense that hardcore Miranda fans are mostly male, though not overwhelmingly. And I appreciate the lack of "there are no girls on the internet" posts. I suspect the reason you don't see much Miranda fic is that the writers are mostly female.
fongiel, there was going to be a sex scene, remember? I'd have kept it if it had added anything to the story. If I ever do that Liara/Miranda story, there will be a sex scene.
Yeah, the majority of fan fiction writers are female. It bothers me less than it used to but most of my friends still don't know that I write though. I think there's somewhat of a stigma in some places about guys writing fan fiction (or is it towards fan fiction in general?).
Yes, but it got cut from Vulnerable so it doesn't count
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 06:17
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Think it's more towards fanfiction in general. Though I could imagine getting weird looks if I told some of my friends that I wrote fanfiction (if I did).
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 06:49
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I capitulated, I'm in the process of writing a fic about Miranda & maleshep. I curse at my inability to write short stories, and this piece is set post-reapers but with enough flashbacks alluding to events before. Would anyone be interested at an excerpt?
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 07:08
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Elyvern wrote...
I capitulated, I'm in the process of writing a fic about Miranda & maleshep. I curse at my inability to write short stories, and this piece is set post-reapers but with enough flashbacks alluding to events before. Would anyone be interested at an excerpt?
I wouldn't mind having a preview.
I'm really liking that people are posting updates about their fics here. It saves me having to hunt them all over the internet.
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 07:16
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I wouldn't mind a preview either.
My problem now is deciding what to write next.
My problem now is deciding what to write next.
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 07:24
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Miranda was putting finishing touches to the report regarding the property and collateral damage sustained in the shootout at the warehouse district of Illium, when she felt a subtle but distinct shift in the workings of the ship.
The Normandy SR2 had undocked from Illium in the morning and spent most of the day cruising on sub-FTL speeds to the edge of the star system. They’d made a velocity burn, and were now tethered gravity-wise to a cold, terrestrial planet with EDI monitoring the systems while the crew got some rest.
A glance at the chrono said it was 0100. Frowning, she called out, “EDI, status report.”
“Commander Shepard is conducting a mineral probe of the planet.”
“Now? On his own?”
“I have oversight of the Normandy’s systems, Operative Lawson. We are not in danger.”
She rose and left her office with a sigh. Walking pass the mess, Miranda hesitated. Despite her personal reservations of AIs, EDI wouldn’t lie about the safety of the ship, not when it contained the AI’s own physical core.
She delayed to brew fresh coffee at the kitchen counter. It was synthetic, the real thing costing entirely too much since Earth began exporting certain food articles and caffeinated beverages became a hit with levo-amino acid-based races. The substitute tasted vile cold, but it retained the perk-me-up effect, which was in this case, the sticking point.
She arrived at the command deck carrying two carafes. Green running lights assured her conclusively that the ship was in safe hands despite the empty console banks. Shepard’s voice drifted faintly from the cockpit.
“EDI, drop that probe on my mark, will you?”
“Acknowledged. However, due to atmospheric disturbance, it is unlikely that I can achieve one-hundred percent accuracy.”
“Eyeball it. These babies will soak up surface deposits within a 100 kilometer radius. I’m turning us thirty-degrees starboard for a better angle.”
Did he just…chortle? He was seated at Joker’s customary spot, the hologram of the planet below them hovering over the control panel. Fingers flexing, he rested palms on the panel edge and issued a flurry of instructions, causing that subtle shift she’d felt earlier again.
Her suspicion was confirmed when Shepard laughed softly at his own success.
Like a kid testing out his first bike.
“Having fun at the bumper car?” she asked as she walked up.
He gave a guilty jerk, and then smiled disarmingly at her.
“Hey. Shouldn’t you be asleep?”
“I’d imagine Mr. Moreau would throw a fit if he knew you tried to play pilot.” She lifted a brow in obvious amusement. “Wouldn’t miss this chance at blackmail for the sleep in the world.”
“Busted. Got caught with my hand in the cookie jar.” He threw his hands up in mock defeat, and then frowned in consideration. “But you’re probably right. I’ll hear no end of it if Joker finds out. What the hell, promise me you wouldn’t tell him.”
She bit her lip to keep from smiling as she offered him a carafe.
“You’ll have to do better than that.”
“Well technically, I outrank you too, lady.”
“Pulling rank, Commander? Pity. I was expecting something more fiendishly tactical.”
He curled up protectively, cradling the carafe.
“Oof. She shoots and she scores.”
She laughed outright and draped an arm across the chair’s headrest.
He grinned at her and then lowered his voice to a conspiratorial tone.
“So tell me, Ms. Lawson, how do I appeal to your sense of duty to preserve my reputation as a hardass officer? Or failing that, what does it take to buy your silence for this act of transgression?”
She tilted her head in consideration.
“I’ll have to get back to you on that. But one thing’s for sure: you’re going to have to earn it. My time and exertions don’t come cheap.”
He looked at her, blue eyes blazing.
“Never said they did.”
Suddenly, she became aware of how close their faces were. As if on cue, he pulled back, breaking the eye contact.
Miranda took a deep drink from her carafe to recompose herself.
“So you haven’t told me why you’re not tucked safely in your bed like the rest of the ship.”
Things were all professional again. Good.
“I would be if I wasn’t up filing damage reports for a certain stunt that involved blowing up half of Illium’s warehouses.”
Not that he needed to know she didn’t require as much sleep as regular humans, or that most of her paperwork was done at night, where distractions were at a minimal. The bulk of her office-bound days were spent mining the extranet for information nuggets and technological or scientific advances that may aid their mission, and dealing with personnel and logistic issues.
Shepard took a gulp of his drink. “Sorry about that. A good part of the damage was actually caused by Detective Anaya’s people. Her division budget would burst trying to cover it all, even with insurance, so I thought we’d take the flak for her.”
It never failed to amaze her accompanying him through the streets of Terminus Systems hotspots like Omega and Illium to find just how many lives he’d touched. And here she thought she’d cultivated an extensive contact network from her Alliance days, but Shepard one-upped her on that. Maybe it was because he spent an inordinate amount of time and effort on acts of altruism when she would’ve simply walked away.
He marked another spot on the planet below by punching the button with great panache.
“Thane’s contact sure came through with these probes. Just have to remember to pick them up tomorrow before we leave the system, and we’ll never need to buy raw material for Mordin’s science projects again.”
“Saving the credits instead to help the helpless?”
He looked up at her, his face entirely too innocent.
“Something on your mind, Miranda?”
She decided to hell with it.
“Not that we don’t have the financial leeway, but I don’t understand why you’re helping these people. Some of them have it coming. And the rest—it’s a waste of our time, effort and money.”
He tapped his lower lip with a forefinger. “Maybe the reason I fight the good fight is because I get to save the galaxy one person at a time?”
All these months working together, she fancied they’d finally arrive at a comfortable working relationship with each other. Shepard never stopped trying to get a rise out of her, but nowadays, it was mostly playful, and some of the best moments were when she turned the table on him. But after the incident just now, she wasn’t ready to dive into that potential minefield again.
“Be serious, Shepard.”
He took one long look at her before shutting down the holographic screens and banking the console lights.
“All yours, EDI.”
“Acknowledged.”
He rose and walked towards the combat center, sparing a glance at her to follow. She accompanied him to the lift tube and rode one floor down to the crew deck, where he finally settled down in the mess hall. She took a seat opposite of him.
“I was serious.” Shepard began, his hands toying with his drink. “I suppose the more appropriate thing to say is I need the sense of perspective. Things like saving colonies from collector incursions, stopping the Reapers look great on paper, but…”
He studied the table, brows furrowing.
“I don’t pretend to be a saint. God knows I’ve done things I hope never to do again. But look at the crap we’ve had to wade through; merc groups like the Blue Suns and Eclipse exemplifying the “every man for himself” principle, and all the double-crossing and political-mongering we’ve seen. It’s so easy to slip into that cycle and become numb to it.”
She frowned. That he was anyway religious wasn’t anywhere in her files, and she had studied enough files on him to write his biography if he so wished. The idea that he would entertain such a moral world view disturbed her more than she’d like.
“This isn’t about karmic balance, Shepard. One right can’t atone for one wrong. It doesn’t work that way, not for people like us. If you want to argue the religious angle, it doesn’t matter how many we kill, we’re just as damned killing one or killing a thousand.”
He gazed at her contemplatively.
“Of course it isn’t. What I’m saying is I need something concrete to fight for. And that something has to be grounded in people, people worth helping, people I care about. And if I have to go out of my way to create that anchor, then I will. It’s not that much different from how you try to shield your sister from what you had to go through, is it?”
The memory came unbidden in her mind; the way his face lit up when she told him the things she spoke to Oriana about, as if he was taking vicarious pleasure from her account.
Initially, she’d entertain reservations as to why he was so willing to help her, after overcoming the reluctance of asking for his help in the first place. It’d been a blow to her pride, not to mention a source of professional dilemma, diverting mission resources to a personal matter. But she knew re-locating her sister was something she probably couldn’t accomplish alone, not without a bloodbath.
She realised now that emotional anger had blinded her to what should have been glaringly obvious. A number of things became clear: extraneous missions where he’d chose selected personnel to go along for, not to mention the brief and cryptic reports logged. It was very likely she wasn’t the only person on board the ship that Shepard helped or covered up for in a personal capacity.
John Shepard was no saint. But neither was he an idealistic fool. She couldn’t believe now that she’d thought him one in the first place. Retribution, when called, for was meted out swiftly, be it kicking an uncooperative mercenary off a skyscraper or taking the pre-emptive move to cripple their enemies. He just had more faith in people and was willing to give bigger allowances than she did, no matter the life-changing experiences he’d undergone. Strangely enough, it made her a little envious.
“No, it isn’t.” Miranda finally said softly, and because it still felt imperative to say so, she added a little stiffly, “In case it wasn’t clear before, I really appreciated your help with my sister.”
Dismay flashed across Shepard’s face so fast she swore she could’ve been mistaken.
“Did you think I wouldn’t help?”
“Not since you’ve explained your motivation.”
His somber expression was unmistakable now.
“I’m also glad you found something for yourself along the way.” She offered. “We need everyone on the team to be prepared for what we’ll face beyond the Omega-4 relay.”
“Is that so?”
He looked away, and when his eyes returned to her, they were unreadable.
“You’re entirely welcome, Miranda. And you needn’t have doubted in the first place.” He stood up, lifting his carafe.
“Thanks for the coffee. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
The Normandy SR2 had undocked from Illium in the morning and spent most of the day cruising on sub-FTL speeds to the edge of the star system. They’d made a velocity burn, and were now tethered gravity-wise to a cold, terrestrial planet with EDI monitoring the systems while the crew got some rest.
A glance at the chrono said it was 0100. Frowning, she called out, “EDI, status report.”
“Commander Shepard is conducting a mineral probe of the planet.”
“Now? On his own?”
“I have oversight of the Normandy’s systems, Operative Lawson. We are not in danger.”
She rose and left her office with a sigh. Walking pass the mess, Miranda hesitated. Despite her personal reservations of AIs, EDI wouldn’t lie about the safety of the ship, not when it contained the AI’s own physical core.
She delayed to brew fresh coffee at the kitchen counter. It was synthetic, the real thing costing entirely too much since Earth began exporting certain food articles and caffeinated beverages became a hit with levo-amino acid-based races. The substitute tasted vile cold, but it retained the perk-me-up effect, which was in this case, the sticking point.
She arrived at the command deck carrying two carafes. Green running lights assured her conclusively that the ship was in safe hands despite the empty console banks. Shepard’s voice drifted faintly from the cockpit.
“EDI, drop that probe on my mark, will you?”
“Acknowledged. However, due to atmospheric disturbance, it is unlikely that I can achieve one-hundred percent accuracy.”
“Eyeball it. These babies will soak up surface deposits within a 100 kilometer radius. I’m turning us thirty-degrees starboard for a better angle.”
Did he just…chortle? He was seated at Joker’s customary spot, the hologram of the planet below them hovering over the control panel. Fingers flexing, he rested palms on the panel edge and issued a flurry of instructions, causing that subtle shift she’d felt earlier again.
Her suspicion was confirmed when Shepard laughed softly at his own success.
Like a kid testing out his first bike.
“Having fun at the bumper car?” she asked as she walked up.
He gave a guilty jerk, and then smiled disarmingly at her.
“Hey. Shouldn’t you be asleep?”
“I’d imagine Mr. Moreau would throw a fit if he knew you tried to play pilot.” She lifted a brow in obvious amusement. “Wouldn’t miss this chance at blackmail for the sleep in the world.”
“Busted. Got caught with my hand in the cookie jar.” He threw his hands up in mock defeat, and then frowned in consideration. “But you’re probably right. I’ll hear no end of it if Joker finds out. What the hell, promise me you wouldn’t tell him.”
She bit her lip to keep from smiling as she offered him a carafe.
“You’ll have to do better than that.”
“Well technically, I outrank you too, lady.”
“Pulling rank, Commander? Pity. I was expecting something more fiendishly tactical.”
He curled up protectively, cradling the carafe.
“Oof. She shoots and she scores.”
She laughed outright and draped an arm across the chair’s headrest.
He grinned at her and then lowered his voice to a conspiratorial tone.
“So tell me, Ms. Lawson, how do I appeal to your sense of duty to preserve my reputation as a hardass officer? Or failing that, what does it take to buy your silence for this act of transgression?”
She tilted her head in consideration.
“I’ll have to get back to you on that. But one thing’s for sure: you’re going to have to earn it. My time and exertions don’t come cheap.”
He looked at her, blue eyes blazing.
“Never said they did.”
Suddenly, she became aware of how close their faces were. As if on cue, he pulled back, breaking the eye contact.
Miranda took a deep drink from her carafe to recompose herself.
“So you haven’t told me why you’re not tucked safely in your bed like the rest of the ship.”
Things were all professional again. Good.
“I would be if I wasn’t up filing damage reports for a certain stunt that involved blowing up half of Illium’s warehouses.”
Not that he needed to know she didn’t require as much sleep as regular humans, or that most of her paperwork was done at night, where distractions were at a minimal. The bulk of her office-bound days were spent mining the extranet for information nuggets and technological or scientific advances that may aid their mission, and dealing with personnel and logistic issues.
Shepard took a gulp of his drink. “Sorry about that. A good part of the damage was actually caused by Detective Anaya’s people. Her division budget would burst trying to cover it all, even with insurance, so I thought we’d take the flak for her.”
It never failed to amaze her accompanying him through the streets of Terminus Systems hotspots like Omega and Illium to find just how many lives he’d touched. And here she thought she’d cultivated an extensive contact network from her Alliance days, but Shepard one-upped her on that. Maybe it was because he spent an inordinate amount of time and effort on acts of altruism when she would’ve simply walked away.
He marked another spot on the planet below by punching the button with great panache.
“Thane’s contact sure came through with these probes. Just have to remember to pick them up tomorrow before we leave the system, and we’ll never need to buy raw material for Mordin’s science projects again.”
“Saving the credits instead to help the helpless?”
He looked up at her, his face entirely too innocent.
“Something on your mind, Miranda?”
She decided to hell with it.
“Not that we don’t have the financial leeway, but I don’t understand why you’re helping these people. Some of them have it coming. And the rest—it’s a waste of our time, effort and money.”
He tapped his lower lip with a forefinger. “Maybe the reason I fight the good fight is because I get to save the galaxy one person at a time?”
All these months working together, she fancied they’d finally arrive at a comfortable working relationship with each other. Shepard never stopped trying to get a rise out of her, but nowadays, it was mostly playful, and some of the best moments were when she turned the table on him. But after the incident just now, she wasn’t ready to dive into that potential minefield again.
“Be serious, Shepard.”
He took one long look at her before shutting down the holographic screens and banking the console lights.
“All yours, EDI.”
“Acknowledged.”
He rose and walked towards the combat center, sparing a glance at her to follow. She accompanied him to the lift tube and rode one floor down to the crew deck, where he finally settled down in the mess hall. She took a seat opposite of him.
“I was serious.” Shepard began, his hands toying with his drink. “I suppose the more appropriate thing to say is I need the sense of perspective. Things like saving colonies from collector incursions, stopping the Reapers look great on paper, but…”
He studied the table, brows furrowing.
“I don’t pretend to be a saint. God knows I’ve done things I hope never to do again. But look at the crap we’ve had to wade through; merc groups like the Blue Suns and Eclipse exemplifying the “every man for himself” principle, and all the double-crossing and political-mongering we’ve seen. It’s so easy to slip into that cycle and become numb to it.”
She frowned. That he was anyway religious wasn’t anywhere in her files, and she had studied enough files on him to write his biography if he so wished. The idea that he would entertain such a moral world view disturbed her more than she’d like.
“This isn’t about karmic balance, Shepard. One right can’t atone for one wrong. It doesn’t work that way, not for people like us. If you want to argue the religious angle, it doesn’t matter how many we kill, we’re just as damned killing one or killing a thousand.”
He gazed at her contemplatively.
“Of course it isn’t. What I’m saying is I need something concrete to fight for. And that something has to be grounded in people, people worth helping, people I care about. And if I have to go out of my way to create that anchor, then I will. It’s not that much different from how you try to shield your sister from what you had to go through, is it?”
The memory came unbidden in her mind; the way his face lit up when she told him the things she spoke to Oriana about, as if he was taking vicarious pleasure from her account.
Initially, she’d entertain reservations as to why he was so willing to help her, after overcoming the reluctance of asking for his help in the first place. It’d been a blow to her pride, not to mention a source of professional dilemma, diverting mission resources to a personal matter. But she knew re-locating her sister was something she probably couldn’t accomplish alone, not without a bloodbath.
She realised now that emotional anger had blinded her to what should have been glaringly obvious. A number of things became clear: extraneous missions where he’d chose selected personnel to go along for, not to mention the brief and cryptic reports logged. It was very likely she wasn’t the only person on board the ship that Shepard helped or covered up for in a personal capacity.
John Shepard was no saint. But neither was he an idealistic fool. She couldn’t believe now that she’d thought him one in the first place. Retribution, when called, for was meted out swiftly, be it kicking an uncooperative mercenary off a skyscraper or taking the pre-emptive move to cripple their enemies. He just had more faith in people and was willing to give bigger allowances than she did, no matter the life-changing experiences he’d undergone. Strangely enough, it made her a little envious.
“No, it isn’t.” Miranda finally said softly, and because it still felt imperative to say so, she added a little stiffly, “In case it wasn’t clear before, I really appreciated your help with my sister.”
Dismay flashed across Shepard’s face so fast she swore she could’ve been mistaken.
“Did you think I wouldn’t help?”
“Not since you’ve explained your motivation.”
His somber expression was unmistakable now.
“I’m also glad you found something for yourself along the way.” She offered. “We need everyone on the team to be prepared for what we’ll face beyond the Omega-4 relay.”
“Is that so?”
He looked away, and when his eyes returned to her, they were unreadable.
“You’re entirely welcome, Miranda. And you needn’t have doubted in the first place.” He stood up, lifting his carafe.
“Thanks for the coffee. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
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#5462
Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 07:59
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because a large number of people want Sheps line to continue. The ability to have children is important to a majority of people out there.Jebel Krong wrote...
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..... So I broke up with Miranda. The deciding factor was when I found out she couldn't have kids. I know that sounds horrible, and trust me it wasn't easy, but I want to know if anyone did the same?
why do people place so much emphasis on having kids as the important factor in a relationship? boggles the mind...<_<
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 08:07
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Tell that to the Tali, Garrus, and Thane fans. Shepard won't be directly passing on his/her genes to any children with Liara. Considering the popularity of those romances, I wouldn't generalize so much.
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 08:07
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" You acted too early. It's very unlikely the condition is irreversible.Ieldra2 wrote...
Ha. You acted too early. It's very unlike the condition is irreversible. From the phrasing it sounded like it would be reversible even with today's technology.atheelogos wrote...
..... So I broke up with Miranda. The deciding factor was when I found out she couldn't have kids. I know that sounds horrible, and trust me it wasn't easy, but I want to know if anyone did the same?
You know what I think: Some moron at Bioware knew someone with such problems and thought, hey, wouldn't it be cool if our ME character had the same kind of problem? Then he wrote this dossier entry without considering for even a second that the medical technology of the ME universe would make a joke of this problem in nanoseconds. Support groups, psychological advice, bah. I say medical intervention and the problem's gone. If it's genetic, add gene therapy or something. Several other possibilities have been suggested in this thread.
And yes, you're horrible. Miranda's better off without someone who'd dump her for being unable to conceive.
From the phrasing it sounded like it would be reversible even with
today's technology." Yeah that was my thought as well. From the sounds of it its just her womb not the eggs that are damaged. She could always take them out use Shepard's sperm and put the fertilized egg in an artificial womb.
"Then he wrote this dossier entry without considering for even a second
that the medical technology of the ME universe would make a joke of this
problem in nanoseconds." I know right!!! This boggles the mind!! How the hell is this still a problem that far into the future?! You'd think they would just regrow her womb and have the problem fixed like that.
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 08:09
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Well I didn't mean the community here. I was talking about humanity as a whole, but I see your point.jtav wrote...
Tell that to the Tali, Garrus, and Thane fans. Shepard won't be directly passing on his/her genes to any children with Liara. Considering the popularity of those romances, I wouldn't generalize so much.
Also I knew I wouldn't be able to pass on Sheps genes with Liara. That was one of the main reasons, not the only reason, I left her for Miranda before this DLC came out. I was hoping that Miranda and shep would have the option to have kids somewhere down the line.
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 08:37
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I don't care if Shepard can have children. I care that Miranda wants a child but can't conceive. It's a tragedy. At the same time, it shouldn't be wiped away so easily that it trivializes the problem. An element of risk/time/expense in the treatment would be welcome.
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 08:39
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I noticed a few people leaving the ME2 LI for Liara around the time the DLC was released. The fact that babies are mentioned seems to mean that that will be part of Liara's romance arc.
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 08:54
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That sounds probable.Collider wrote...
I noticed a few people leaving the ME2 LI for Liara around the time the DLC was released. The fact that babies are mentioned seems to mean that that will be part of Liara's romance arc.
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 08:54
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That kind of worries me. She's very young by asari standards and shouldn't be entering the matron stage for over a century. Makes me a but of a hypocrite as I've considered solving the infertility problem that way.
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 08:57
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I hear ya. It's just kinda silly that a medical condition like this is still a problem hundreds of years into the future. You'd think by then they could fix this easily.jtav wrote...
I don't care if Shepard can have children. I care that Miranda wants a child but can't conceive. It's a tragedy. At the same time, it shouldn't be wiped away so easily that it trivializes the problem. An element of risk/time/expense in the treatment would be welcome.
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 08:58
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Nice excerpt elyvern - I could get into this fanfic thing if everyone's were as good as the last 3 (pretty much the only 3) I've read.
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 08:58
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I hear ya. It's just kinda silly that a medical condition like this is still a problem hundreds of years into the future. You'd think by then they could fix this easily.
It seems it was put in to run counter to Miranda being conceived as the perfect woman.
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 09:04
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If that's true then it was a mistake. They shouldn't of put something like that in unless there was good science to back it up.Collider wrote...
It seems it was put in to run counter to Miranda being conceived as the perfect woman.I hear ya. It's just kinda silly that a medical condition like this is still a problem hundreds of years into the future. You'd think by then they could fix this easily.
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 09:05
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I actually like it because I can empathize with her more now. I don't have fertility problems as far as I know, but I do have an incurable medical condition that makes it impossible for me to do certain things. Family members have had miscarriages or stillbirths. I've always liked her, but it was the sort of admiration you have for something remote. That's no longer true.
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Posté 11 septembre 2010 - 09:08
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If that's true then it was a mistake. They shouldn't of put something like that in unless there was good science to back it up.
Well, there's a lot of things in Mass Effect that don't really have science to back up with. Asari mindmelding, mind control, mind reading, and being able to conceive "with" other species would be examples. In fact one could say the Asari in general.
We haven't really started genetically engineering humans, so Bioware pretty much has all the freedom in the world to craft the consequences of engineering in the Mass Effect universe.
