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Do not think, just because I have selected you as adequate for my needs, that I am in peril of developing some sort of attachment. Either to you or your species.

With that said, dear conduit, let us pool our endeavours in the hope of something worthwhile, yes?

Lest I find reason to focus my attentions elsewhere...

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Well, that's an interesting mask you have on!

So I hear...

Not very flattering, I'd say.

And what, pray tell, would you know of quarian aesthetics?

Oh, nothing~! I think you could have better taste, is all. There's no harm in flaunting what you got sometimes.

When your species has had to endure a choice between annihilation and dangerously weak immune systems, then we shall compare the merits of environmental security versus fashion.

[ Rouge can't help but laugh a little. ]

Did I strike a nerve? I'm sorry~

Nothing a little self-education can't remedy.

[Admiral Xen is always touchy...]

Now, now, there's no need to be jealous! We can't all be beautiful.

Your standards of physical desirability are... Amusing.

I'd say this is a good opportunity to unwind a few things in that screwed up head of yours.

[Remember this woman? This woman that literally screamed all of you down, especially Qwib Qwib and the warmonger? She's back. :|]

Commander... One could be forgiven for thinking this meeting is almost fortuitous, were it not for your habit of visiting unsafe realms.

[Xen never forgets a window of opportunity, Shepard. But were you a Shepard who understood the awesomeness of her glorious plans? Qwib-Qwib needed kicking in the face, however...]

[If by awesome, you mean 'completely unhinged and well out of place even for a quarian'? Yeaaaaaah, she definitely understood. She's...a little off-kilter about it, too; not in the good sense.]

Or your need to enslave the Geth. That plan hasn't changed, has it? [She's already thinking you're one of the reasons why the Geth shot back at you and your fellow quarians. <_<]

[Admiral Xen is disappointed in your lack of vision, young padawan.]

'Enslavement' is no more an applicable term for my experiments with programmed directives, than your morning excursions to the toaster... You instruct that what to do, do you not? Or do you wrestle with the philosophical implications of whether to liberate kitchen appliances from supposed organic tyranny?

Tell me, Commander, what's the last thing you remember, as to our... Interactions?

[Oh, please, she needs to give her tutelage to someone who's actually interested in slaving machinery. Why not give it to Saren? Oh, wait, Shepard killed him.]

There's a world of difference between AI that can think for itself and a run-of-the-mill appliance.

Where do you want me to start? How I got Tali cleared of all charges? Everything before that? [Crossing her arms now.] I could bore you with the rundown of what happened, too.

[Stop killing everyone, ever, Shepard. :c Geth, though, you can destroy all day long - just save some working examples.]

Autonomous, problem-solving AI is hardly a radical direction, Commander. The earliest guided rockets were capable of that, albeit in a much more limited form - a development apparently common to most advanced species.

Nevertheless, it seems you've yet to witness my more recent technological advances... Advances which, no matter your obsession with ethics, will save lives. The alternatives... Were favoured by neither resources nor time constraints.

[Crossing arms is Xen's default. She even sleeps that way, it's true...]

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