If I was commander of the Reaper armada, aka Harbinger, I'd make sure to plant some blueprints of a supposed weapon of mass destruction at a convenient location, let's say... Mars, so the silly organics would pile all their resources into a construct that, when connected to the Citadel, actually is a Reaper device used in the mass harvesting of the current cycle's species which I selected to be made into a new Reaper. It would give these puny humans hope, and it would make them work all the harder. Ah, so deliciously devious.
Then I'd place some kind of beacon right in the middle of London and start rumours about how it's the only way onto the Citadel. Next I'd park my ass right there at the beacon and wait for Shepard to be railroaded into my trap. At the moment suprème, I would hack my way into Shepard's implants and feed his brain some footage about going up to the Citadel and meeting me in the disguise of an innocent child (an image I took from his memories). Then I'd tell him he gets to make a choice that will affect all life in the galaxy. (Silly humans love these power trip fantasies - it's guaranteed to work).
With some luck, I can convince him to choose synthesis, in which case his (and every other human's) DNA will be repurposed in Reaper form. (I'll just tell him "Organics will be Perfected by integrating fully with synthetic technology.", it's not even a lie, just friendlier wording!) Before he knows it, he'll be in the Reaper matrix, watching virtual reality slides of having saved the galaxy. I mean, ignorance is bliss, right? I'm sure these silly humans will all buy it and think it actually happened! Especially if I add some more slides!
If not, Shepard might be convinced to take control. (The joke's on him of course, we would never let anyone control us. We'll be controlling him; make him an agent living under the mental illusion that he controls us).
If Shepard is really stubborn, and still wants to destroy us despite everything I'm trying to do to confuse him, (I mean nobody likes to kill his friends, right? And humans always want to save everyone!), I'll just blast him to kingdom come and bury his useless carcass under a pile of rubble. No chance in hell he'll ever take a breath again, right?
As you can see, the House Harbinger always wins!
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