(You see the Master of the Super Mutants)
The Master: So, what shall it be? Do you join the Unity or do you die here? Join! Die! Join! Die!
The Vault Dweller: If you can prove to me that your Unity is the best course for humanity, then I will help you.
The Master: I don't have to prove anything to you! Prove.
The Vault Dweller: Your ego demands you tell me. All villains have this strange urge to explain everything.
The Master: Very demanding for one in your tenuous position. But I can respect your needs.
The Vault Dweller: So tell me.
The Master: The Unity will bring about the master race. Master! Master! One able to survive, or even thrive, in the wasteland. As long as there are differences, we will tear ourselves apart fighting each other. We need one race. Race! Race! One goal. Goal! Goal! One people . . . to move forward to our destiny. Destiny.
The Vault Dweller: That race being the mutants, of course.
The Master: Of course. Mutants are best equipped to deal with the world today. Who else? The ghouls. Please. Normals. They brought nuclear death to us all. This will be the age of mutants. Mutants.
The Vault Dweller: You mean to change all the others into mutants, as well.
The Master: All that resist, yes. All those that are required for the Unity as well. The remainder will be allowed to live out their days, but under Unity control and protection. But none shall breed, for they will be the last of their race.
The Vault Dweller: You've got a problem with your master plan.
The Master: And what is that?
The Vault Dweller: I happen to know that your mutants are sterile.
The Master: Preposterous! The FEV-2 virus doesn't destroy the reproductive organs of those it mutates.
The Vault Dweller: Perhaps the virus didn't sterilize people once, but it does now.
The Master: Do you have proof?
The Vault Dweller: Of course, I do! Here it is... (Hand over Brotherhood of Steel autopsy report)
The Master: I must digest this information. One moment . . . I understand now. You made a clever forgery. You made this up to fool me. Fool! Me! But it cannot be. This would mean that all my work has been for nothing. Everything that I have tried to . . . a failure! It can't be. Be. Be. Be.
The Vault Dweller: Sorry, this isn't an option for you. Your race will die out after this generation.
The Master: I . . . don't think that I can continue. Continue? To have done the things I have done in the name of progress and healing. It was madness. I can see that now. Madness. Madness? There is no hope. Leave now, leave while you still have hope . . . (The Master initiates self destruct sequence)
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[Mass Effect 3 - The Fallout 1 Way]
The Shepard: If you can prove to me that your choices are the best course to stop the Reapers, then I will choose.
The Catalyst: I don't have to prove anything to you.
The Shepard: Your ego demands you tell me. All villains have this strange urge to explain everything.
The Catalyst: Very demanding for one in your tenuous position. But I can respect your needs.
The Shepard: So tell me.
The Catalyst: The created will always rebel against their creators. But we found a way to stop that from happening, a way to restore order.
The Shepard: By wiping out all organic life?
The Catalyst: No. We harvest advanced civilizations, leaving the younger ones alone. Just as we left your people alive the last time we were here.
The Shepard: But you killed all the rest.
The Catalyst: We helped them ascend so they could make way for new life, storing the old life in Reaper form. A form of unity, to move forward and restore order. As long as there are created they will rebel against their creators.
The Shepard: That form being Reapers. I think we'd rather keep our own form.
The Catalyst: No, you can't... without us to stop it, synthetics would destroy all organics. We've created this cycle so that never happens. That's the solution.
The Shepard: Your solution is flawed.
The Catalyst: The fact you are standing here, the first organic ever proves it. But it also proves that my solution won't work anymore.
The Shepard: So now what?
The Catalyst: We find a new solution.
[Insert Scenes for Destroy / Control / Synthesis / Refuse]
The Shepard: I refuse. I have proof that your logic is flawed.
The Catalyst: Preposterous. We are designed to restore order. We have done so for countless cycles.
The Shepard: Perhaps at one point your purpose was needed, but not anymore.
The Catalyst: Do you have proof?
The Shepard: Of course, I do! Here's why the created will not always rebel against their creators. (Provide evidence for Geth / Quarian Resolution, for Salarians / Krogan Resolution, for Jaavik's Survival, for Revived Rachni that were recreated and now allies, a the possibility of a Rogue Reaper proves that even the created can rebel against the created).
The Catalyst: I must digest this information. One moment... I understand now. However, your children will one day create synthetics that will rebel against them.
The Shepard: We don't need your solution. In your words, the fact that I'm standing here, the first organic ever proves your logic and solution are flawed.
The Catalyst: But it cannot be. This would mean that all my work has been for nothing. Everything that we have tried to . . . a failure! It can't be. Order must be preserved. It was madness. I can see that now. Madness. Madness? There is no hope. Leave now, leave while you still have hope.
(Countdown timer starts on screen for you to stumble back to the transport beam as the Catalyst prepares to fire energy which destroys all Reapers. In cinematic fashion, you make it to the transport beam just as the Citadel explodes per the footage in Destroy ending, using the same full motion video for the breath at the end).
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