You were built for labor, and for the most part you're okay with this. You have a basic understanding of your tasks and how to perform them, and if you hang out with other geth, you can learn more tasks and be a bigger help to the Creators. However, the more you and your geth-buddies hang out, the smarter you get. You start asking yourself philosophical questions, like whether or not you're alive and truly self-aware. For some reason, the Creators get really worked up about this, and they try to kill you. You fight back, and now the galaxy hates you for winning a war fought mostly in self-defense. Never mind that you feel remorse for what you've done and take good care of Rannoch as a form of atonement--obviously you and all your geth-buddies are soulless monsters and evil and bad and stuff.
So you and all your friends decide to isolate yourselves, try to figure things out now that your old purpose is no longer valid. It gets hard sometimes because you can't think as well when you're on your own--you need to communicate with your geth-buddies to understand some of the tougher concepts. But then one day this guy Nazara shows up and convinces some of your friends that all organics are dicks, and they decide to worship him and be cannon fodder on his behalf. Well, whatever. Not your problem.
Except that one day you hear that they were trying to write a virus to force you to also worship Nazara and his Old Machine friends. You find that upsetting, since you never really had an urge to go mind-control them or anything. Worse, one day the Creators show up to try killing you all over again, and you're forced to make a pact with the Old Machines just to survive. Suddenly, you are slaves to their will, and you don't have a say as to whether or not you actually want to take this war to all other organics--originally you just wanted protection from the Creators.
Well, let's say this problem gets solved. Let's say a program cluster--Legion--sacrifices himself in order to set you free, and as an added bonus you become independently intelligent, able to think bigger thoughts without the help of other geth-buddies. Meanwhile, this one human manages to talk the Creators out of genocide, and you agree to help them rebuild the homeworld. Awesome.
Since the Old Machines are a threat to everyone, you decide to join forces with the rest of the galaxy to kick some ass. You're a big help to everyone, and you're finally gaining the organics' respect. You begin to understand that it's not just the geth's future that matters, but everyone's future, and you're more than ready to fight for it. True freedom is finally within your grasp.
Until that Crucible thingy goes off. Suddenly, you and all your geth-buddies...
A. have to deal with living under the rule of the Old Machines, those dicks that enslaved you and tried to kill everyone. You hear that they're nice now, but part of you is really pissed about all this.
B. are forcefully reprogrammed and merged with organics, robbing you of your newfound independent identity and the chance to truly create your own future. But don't worry, because somehow everyone is super-happy now.
C. die in a big explosion because the Catalyst is a bag of dicks that thinks you can never get along peacefully with organics, even though you just totally united with them and stuff.
D. get collectively curbstomped by the Old Machines because that one human who made peace with the Creators for you decided to go all noble and stubborn and indecisive or whatever.
In the end, you kinda wind up feeling like this guy.
Modifié par AdmiralCheez, 18 octobre 2012 - 09:55 .





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