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Catalyst: Take my hand.
Sheperd: What... where is this?
Catalyst: This is the Citadel. Where I live.
Sheperd: And who are you, exactly?
Catalyst: I am the Catalyst.
Sheperd: I thought the Citadel was the Catalyst.
Catalyst: A simple mistake. The Citadel is part of me.
Sheperd: I don't understand.
Catalyst: I was created eons ago to solve a problem.
Sheperd: What problem is that?
Catalyst: To prevent organics from creating an AI so powerful that it would overtake them and destroy them
Sheperd: But that's exactly what you're doing
Catalyst: Not exactly. The Reapers harvest fully developed civilizations, leaving the less developed ones intact. Just as we left your species when we were here last.
Sheperd: But you killed the rest...
Catalyst: We harvested them. We brought order to the chaos. We helped them ascend and become one of us, allowing new life to flourish, while preserving the old life forever in Reaper form.
Sheperd: I think we'd rather keep our own form.
Catalyst: Impossible. Organics will always trend to a point of technological singularity. A moment in time where their creations outgrow them. Conflict is the only result, and extinction the consequence. My solution creates a cycle which never reaches that point. Organic life is preserved.
Sheperd: But you're taking away our future. Without future, we have no hope. Without hope... we might as well be a machine... programmed to do what we're told.
OR
Sheperd: The defining characteristic of organic life is that we think for ourselves. Make our own choices. You take that away and we might as well be machines just like you.
Catalyst: There is hope. Maybe more than you know.
OR
Catalyst: You have choice. More than you know.
Catalyst: The fact that you are standing here, the first organic to do so in countless cycles, proves this. Just as it proves my solution is no longer valid. A new solution must be found.
Sheperd: So now what?
Catalyst: The Crucible has altered my function. I can't proceed. I can only guide you in it's use. It's energy can be released as a destructive force. Organics will prevail at our expense. All synthetic life will succumb. As will much of the technology your kind rely on. Including the relays you depend upon.
Sheperd: But the Reapers will be dead?
Catalyst: Correct. But the probability of singularity occurring again in the future is certain.
Sheperd: And the other choice?
Catalyst: Harness the Crucible's energy. Use it to take control of the ones you call the Reapers.
Sheperd: Control? So the Illusive Man was right.
Catalyst: Correct... though he could never have taken control, as we already controlled him.
Sheperd: What would happen to me?
Catalyst: You will become the catalyst. You will continue the cycle as you see fit.
Sheperd: And the Reapers will obey me?
Catalyst: Correct. There is one other solution. You may combine the synthetic and the organic.
Sheperd: Combine?
Catalyst: It is a very elegant solution. And a path you have already started down. The harvesting will cease. It will be a new ascension, for synthetic and organic life.
Sheperd: So, I just...
Catalyst: Add your energy, your essence, with that of Crucible. The resulting chain reaction will transform both of our kind. We synthetics will become more like you, and organic life will become like us.
Sheperd: So we'll just... go on living, together?
Catalyst: But you must choose.
OR(?)
Catalyst: But you must act. I can't proceed.
Catalyst: Go. If you don't, the cycle will continue, but I will no longer control the Reapers.
Modifié par ImpudentInfidel, 19 mars 2012 - 02:34 .
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