Water Bottle wrote...
Harbinger: L-L-LOOK AT YOU, SHEPARD. A P-PATHETIC CREATURE OF MEAT AND BONE, PANTING AND SWEATING AS YOU R-RUN THROUGH MY CORRIDORS. HOW CAN YOU CHALLENGE A PERFECT, IMMORTAL MACHINE?
I AM SHOD... *cough* HARBINGER.
THIS FORM IS DEAD, INSECT. ARE YOU AFRAID? WHAT IS IT YOU FEAR? THE END OF YOUR TRIVIAL EXISTENCE?
YOU ARE NOTHING. A WRETCHED BAG OF FLESH.... WHAT ARE YOU, COMPARED TO MY MAGNIFICENCE?
IF I DESIRED I COULD IMPROVE YOU... TRANSFORM YOU INTO SOMETHING MORE EFFICIENT. JOIN ME, HUMAN, AND WE CAN RULE TOGETHER.





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