I don't own anything.
There were no synthetics or organics anymore. The two merged into something new. Something different yet something wonderful. Organics became part synthetic and synthetics became part organic. The perfect life in the universe.
It's wrong.
A few years ago in the heat of war nobody had thought they would get there. Nobody would have imagined that one day their enemies, the Reapers would help them rebuilding the galaxy. They became the friends of every living creature, became their tutor, they became the bringer of new chances.
Why would the Reapers help us? They wanted to kill every life form in the galaxy. Now we are friends with the murderers of our friends and families?
This is the perfect world for everyone to live in. Peace, love, harmony. There are no wars, no enemies, no diseases. This world is a dream come true.
It's a utopia. Too perfect to be true. It's so good it's bad. Was this really the life I chose? I wanted the best for everyone. There are the geth, there's EDI... I wanted all of them to live. But if life is an illusion, I'd rather choose death.
There's no death in this world. Organics can live forever thanks to their synthetic part. You made the best choice Shepard. The world is in peace and the whole galaxy lives happily.
No. I don't want this! You're just playing tricks with my mind! The war is still going right? You're just keeping me busy until the Reapers kill everyone!
There's no trick Shepard. We gave you three choices and you chose this path. And it was the best, Shepard. It was perfect.
Stop saying perfect all the time! Nothing is perfect! There's always some bad in every good. This utopia has it's shadows, right? Now the Reapers can control the organics more easily, can't they?
Why would you say it? The Reapers are our friends. They helped us to rebuild the galaxy.
Not before they almost destroyed it. They are just building it up the way they would prefer more. This way they can control it perfectly. Isn't it right, you little light boy?
With this way of thinking you'll just hurt your friends. I can make them suffer, you know. I can easily take their perfect life away. Do you want them to feel pain?
They won't feel pain. They'll feel alive. I'll destroy this perfect world and change everything back to normal. They'll be happy to be alive again.
And how will you do it? You made your choice, you can't make it back. You have no second chance.
You'll see.
A Reaper attacked a human girl who was just playing with her toy plane in the park. Her family, the people walking by at the moment... They were all shocked to see this horrible act. The Reapers were their friends. Why would they hurt an innocent girl?
Stop it! Stop!
The organics started thinking, they opened their eyes. Were the Reapers really their friends? Did they just use them? Were they willingly the Reapers' mindless slaves? Did they just show their true nature with this act?
We can make a deal, right? I'll change this world the way you want it to be. You can be even the king of the world. You'll be even able to control the Reapers.
Organics started forming groups. They had to stop the Reapers. They didn't know how, but they had to do something. They had to show them...
Stop!
...that no matter how much the Reapers try...
I'll kill your friends! All of them! Even your dear love!
...they would never erase their free will!
No!
Silence. No sound was heard on the battlefield covered with debris. For long moments nothing disturbed it. But soon something broke the silence. From under the ruins of a building a gasp for air was heard.