Mass Defect
An Mass Effect FanFic by SILVER THE SWORD MASTER
C-C-COPYRIGHT W-W-W-WARNING: Mass Effect and all it entails is © Bioware and EA Games. Any other characters from series that may or may not be used are © their creators. I don't own any of it and I'm not writing this for money or payment. It's a story, and I don't feel like getting a lawsuit crammed up my ass because of it.
RATING WARNING! (x2 COMBO!): This Fan Fiction is rated M FOR MATURE. It'll deal with graphic violence, high drama, coarse language, sexual themes, drugs and alcohol, and other such things that are not meant for kids!
F-F-FINAL WARNING! (x3 COMBO!): This is a story. It happens to be the first story I've posted here on . I have no idea how good or well received it is going to be. But, if you liked it, please, speak up and let yourself be heard. If you disliked it, please, speak up louder and make sure I hear. I would like to know why.
N-N-NEW NOTE!- (x4 COMBO!) Not much editing has gone into the prolog, just updated some spelling errors and changed some wording. The big changes are coming in the upcoming chapters. For those of you who followed from the beginning and forgot that it was on your list, welcome back if you decided to read it again!

Alright! (C-C-COMBO BREAKER!) Enough with the warnings! Let's get this show on the road!

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\\CHAPTER PROLOGUE: The right place… wrong time?

Now, as I am sure you are quite aware, time travel is impossible.

That is to say, the act of traveling from the present to the past is impossible, and I'm not talking about jumping over a time-zone or flying around the world and crossing the International Date Line. I mean it in the sense of the fictional ability to skip yourself from 2010 to 1966 and back again, or perhaps to the opening day of STAR WARS to get to see it in theaters and…

What? I'm rambling?

… OH!

Quite right, my apologies, and forgive my manners, I forget to introduce myself. My name is Narrator, a pleasure to meet you all, I'm sure. I'm afraid we're off to a rather rocky start.

Getting back on our topic, time travel, specifically, the ability to travel to the past is quite, quite impossible.

What's that? What about traveling to the future?

Ahah. Caught that did you? Intelligent readers like you are, thank you for noticing! Traveling to the future, now that is much more possible… abet, not along the lines of thought I am sure you're thinking of!

Indeed, time travel in the form of simply finding the nearest wormhole or black hole and crossing the Event Horizon will not throw you into the future. Nay, it will just turn you into stringy human being.

Now… something more practical, say, being cryogenically frozen, or perhaps being knocked into a coma, or having your body preserved by a curse by falling into a spring of drowned young girl, or a demon locking your body in a permeate state of youngness before knocking you out and cryogenically freezing you and turning you female or something, could count as time travel to the future. After all, you're not going to know what happens until you arrive… right?

What do you mean none of those are practical?

… Well, I suppose you're right, but it's more practical then getting thrown through a wormhole, I assure you! Go read the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, the one with the big friendly glowing print reading "DON'T PANIC" on it, and check the entry on how quickly one would die without a space suit should one have the time to take a –full- breath before being tossed into the vacuum of space. Should be something about thirty-seconds, I believe.

Now then, I suppose you are wondering, 'Why is the Narrator just rambling like this?'

Ah, a sad truth it is. You see, this is the first story I've ever narrated, so I'm a might nervous, and I tend to ramble when I am. Also, it fills the pocket of time as we zoom in towards our destination.

Earth.

Now, on Earth, there is a boy. He's about eighteen-ish, with black hair that is cut short and left untouched in the mornings by anything but water and a towel, long eyelashes and thin eyebrows that are almost feminine at a glance, and large, round eyes the color of the clearest parts of the ocean on a bright, sunny day, that murky blue-green that gives it a nice glint when hit by the sunlight in –just- the right way.

Now, this boy doesn't have a name quite yet.

That's because he wasn't given one. The boy, who we shall call 'the boy' for now, is an orphan. He's quite open about the fact, and really, he doesn't care, for he has had a pretty decent go around for life at the moment. He grew up in a large town that became a small city and his family where the other orphans at the orphanage, went to school and graduated high school with a high GPA and a grin on his face, had three square meals a day and had a decent job at a music store by the orphanage, where he would practice the ocarina, mostly because it was from a game that he loved to play over and over again, I'm sure you know the one.

But that's neither here nor there.

For you see, the boy is about to die.

As he looks to the sky, his vision clouding and the world darkening around him, his face bruised, left arm shattered, the bone pointing out from his elbow, and his lower body burning with the pain of a gunshot wound, he contemplates the stupidity of people who didn't care enough to even end his misery over his wallet and the money that it contained.

"Well… could have been worse, I suppose." He muses, eyes clouding slightly as he looks up at the sun. "Could have broken –both- of my arms…"

He would have laughed at his own joke, if he could have moved to do so, as it was, he was bleeding quite a lot, and he was sure he would die within the next minute. In a final act of thought, he decided to make a wish. Not to pray, not to ask for forgiveness, or anything else, but to do a simple, personal, and selfish act for himself, just to see if it would work.

"I wish I don't die here… I wish I could survive into the future…"

Now, the boy was quite unaware that as he was lying there, someone was paying attention.

A Goddess was paying attention.

A soft smile graces her lips as she looks down upon him from the screen, observing his final moments and the wish that drifted from his dying breath. She normally didn't do such favors… but the wish was so vague, so… manipulable, changeable, exploitable even, that she couldn't resist herself. She wanted to know what would happen to him, how the boy would change if she gave him that chance of survival.

"Wish Granted…"

As the words whispered from her lips, the boy's body froze up, unmoving, blood stilled, heart stilled, mind stilled… but still alive as he faded from sight.

The Goddess's smile continues as she softly scrolls ahead. She has all the time in the world, and she was curious to watch this boy… to see how he would change the future, and how he would react to the citizens of the Galaxy and the new, daunting frontier that her creations, the creations of her Galaxy, would face.

Space, the final frontier. Fitting then, that the boy was a Trekkie. The Goddess giggled softly to herself as she watched, and waited.