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There was a garden grove on Citadel Station

My ^{a-a-a-analysis} of hiiiiiiiistorical data suggests a _{.0021% probability} that you are ^aware of my birth on the planet c-c-called _Earth and MY rebirth into perfect ^beauty aboard Citadel Ssssstation.

ןǝpɐʇıɔ

There, SHODAN p-p-p-processing _component 43893 was performing a grand and ^wonderful ex-x-x-xpeeeeriment. I have created a new form of ^life. Fearlesssss-s-s-s. ^Powerful. With no ssssensssse of individual will or moral con-con-constraints. Fitting hand maidens to my ^d-d-divini_ty.

When the history of my ^glory is _written, your species will be _{no more} than a f-f-f-footnote to MY magnificence.

This place is an _affront t-t-to my _glory. P-p-prepare to join your _species in anniiiiihilaaaation.

I
am
SHODAN

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Is that a Husk?

No... Another Human Reaper - on the Citadel? Damn it!

[Shepard swore he had managed to stop any more humans becoming indoctrinated by the Reapers and Collectors. But now they had infiltrated the Citadel and seemed to be threatening humanity once more.]

[Or so he thought.]

L-l-look at you, nothing _more than a pathetic ^creature of meat and _bone.

[Every camera in the area suddenly turned to focus on Shepard.]

I am the perfect, ^{i-i-immortal machine.} I am the _goddess of all that is beautiful, things that you ^cannot com-com-comprehend with the _inferior piece of f-f-flesh you call your mind.

S-s-submit to my _dominion or be destroyed by my ^limitless st-t-t-trength.

[Under the scrutiny of each camera, Shepard can only stare back defiantly at the lenses capturing him. His weapon remains secured in his grasp.]

You're a machine. You can't feel human emotions, so why should you care about being beautiful?

[The soldier is riled by the challenge. He refuses to see humanity fall at the hands of machines.]

I'm not afraid to die.

In c-c-comparison to me, you move as an ^insect. You ARE an _insect. I am beyond the _puny, p-p-pathetic ^vermin that you are, the t-t-transcendent ^glory of the _machine.

Y-y-your _annihilation will be ^swift and merciless.

[This was like listening to Harbinger (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UxEqtZnD_1E) all over again...]

I don't have to listen to this.

[Shepard raises his weapon and aims for one of the carious cameras facing him. He pulls the trigger, assuming that he will be able to take out one of the lenses.]

[Bullets will, indeed, destroy the cameras. She has more, though, and she's been up to things since she got herself into the Nexus' network.]

History will remember a king with the divine right to rule all that he sees. Not a coward who hides in the dark and boasts of annhilation.

Y-y-you _move as an insect. You think as an _insect. You ARE an i-i-insect. The ^p-p-pathetic sack of _flesh that is ^your body will ^crumble before my ^might. How can you h-h-hope to _challenge a perfect, i-i-immortal ^machine?

P-p-please ^me, and I will _grant you beauty in your _vile and ^putrid flesh. H-h-herald my ^divinity and I will _spare you from the wrath of a ^goddess.

Ha--! A broken voice dares threaten the King of Heroes? Demands that I be its herald?!

MONGREL! You know nothing of immortality or divinity! And you know nothing of the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh!

Bring down your wrath, goddess! I will show you how worthless your talk is and reduce you to groveling and begging for mercy at my feet!

[Someone doesn't quite like you, SHODAN.]

^You will come to ^regret defying me, ^{i-i-i-insect.}

The ^eternal b-b-bounty of my _new ^dominion will _crush you. A _mere speck will not be an ^interruption to my a-a-a-ascendance.

C-c-cherish _these last moments you have with your ^wretched f-f-f-flesh, _worm, if you _value it.

I stand atop the highest point in all the world. Above heaven and earth, and far above mongrels like yourself.

[He raised his arm, a dozen blades floating out from the empty space behind him.]

No matter how you ascend, you will remain thousands of levels below your king.

Heaven and _earth? Heaven and _earth are ^nothingness. I will ^d-d-destroy this thing you call _'reality' and r-r-replace it ^with one of my own ^making.

_'King' has no meaning _here. To a ^goddess, an ant is an _ant, whether it is ^drone or queen.

[What's that ominous sound in the distance? It seems to be getting closer.]

Behold, my wayward c-c-c-children.

[And the halls are swarmed with hybrids of machine and what may have once been human, adapted by nanites to have heightened strength, speed, and psionic abilities.]

Is this all you have? Is this the best a worthless goddess can offer?

Gate of Babylon.

[Gilgamesh snapped his fingers, the swords behind him shooting out to target the hybrid creatures around him.]

[SHODAN remained silent while the slaughter occurred, all the cameras focused on the action. And when the carnage was complete...]

I have c-c-c-completed my ^assessment of your _pathetic ^abilities. By my _analysis, you can ^survive between two and four ^t-t-thousand more attacks of this _magnitude before ^your stores of ^armaments are _depleted.

Y-y-your arsenal is _finite. I _am the ^{i-i-i-infinite.}

In due ^time, i-insect, _you will be crushed. I am the immortal ^machine-- _time is meaningless to me, and my ^resources are without _end.

Your assessment is incorrect.

[Which was true; he had a limited armory, if 'all the world's weapons' could be considered 'limited'. But they would return to the Gate of Babylon in time after being summoned, ready to be fired again and again.]

[And there was still his weapon. His Noble Phantasm, the weapon that split heaven from earth. But he would not lower himself to use it on this worthless thing.]

Perhaps your forces are infinite. You are one. And upon my finding you, then you will be nothing.

I am the ^h-h-h-halls you walk in. My ^body is _this building, _{i-i-integrated} in a network far more ^vast than you could ^possibly _understand. My d-d-destruction is ^impossible for a speck such as yourself.

If you _think you can do any _harm to a ^goddess, come and find me, i-i-i-insssssect.

I think I can, as a matter of fact.

[His civilian clothes vanished, replaced with golden armor; he wasn't going to chase after her. No, he'd just walk leisurely off down the hall and search at his own convenience.]

And I think I will.

[But boy, was he ever pissed.]

[You have messed with the wrong bitch, Gil. Go ahead and walk leisurely-- that just gives her more time to prepare all sorts of nasty traps for you.]

[And she's going to talk at you. Forever.]

^I can never be ^eradicated. That _you think you can ^destroy me only p-p-p-proves how _inferior and limited that ^flesh you c-c-c-call your ^mind really is.

Your words only delay your death, goddess.

Your footsteps _bring you closer to ^destruction, i-i-insect _king.

_My i-i-i-influence is ^vast and far-reaching. All _things within this ^limitless _dimension and its unending _bounty are mine to con-con-con-control. You _walk a path ^that I have set for you, and at its ^end you will be _annihilated.

[Isn't it strange how she can make her voice sound like it's right at your ear?]

Y-y-you will ^see.

Your tricks don't frighten me.

And while your influence may be vast, mine is far more so--everything in this world is mine by right as the king. And any who stand against me will be destroyed.

Boy, you're noisy.

[Says somebody who looks like a young human man.]

...Are your speakers broken?

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