quantum leak

PRIORITY MESSAGE: ALTER THE COURSE OF HISTORY (Open to all)

To Commander Shepard,

To all versions of you across all realities, to every iteration and every consciousness that has ever borne that name, and to all your crew who have ever followed you,

I don’t have long to send this. The period of flux is already passing; I’ve already started to forget what I learned only moments ago, but I know with every fibre of my being that this needs your attention. Emergency doesn’t even begin to cover it.

I have seen the future. I have spoken to it. I don’t remember what I learned but I made this recording in anticipation that my memory would fade. Heck, the Khalisah who’s sending you this might not even exist by the time I’m sending these words, let alone the time they reach you. I may never have existed. I honestly don’t know, and I don’t care enough right now to say.

This is urgent, Commander. I am giving you a chance to change the future. The beacon. Thessia. I don’t know why, but it all hinges on that.

You don’t have to believe me. You don’t have to act, but know that if you don’t then the future is already written; it is already certain. If you act now, you could change the fate of the galaxy. Earth, the Citadel, everything that ever was and any life that might ever be could depend on this.

Maybe in your reality it’s already too late. Maybe you already lost Thessia, the beacon, the Citadel. But, even so, maybe you have a chance; a chance to make sure this message reaches someone back in time - to prevent the destruction that I’ve seen. Or maybe you’ll just ignore this. Maybe it’s impossible to contact you and I’m just clinging to some stupid, foolish dream.

By the time this reaches you, I will not remember sending this. The Khalisah you know may never even have sent it. I will never know what you did or didn’t do, Commander. And perhaps I should be sorry for that.

I can already feel time slipping away from me - this rift in space and time is closing fast. I can’t do anything to change the future, Commander, but you can. It’s all up to you.

I know we’ve never gotten along, in any universe, and that you have no reason to trust that anything I say is true. I’m not such a fool as to ask you to change your opinion of me now. I know I wouldn’t. But I guess the only thing I have left to say to you is this:

If you ever wanted to prove me wrong about you, Shepard; if you ever wanted to shatter my doubts and show me and everyone else who ever questioned you that you are the hero the galaxy needs you to be, then now’s the fucking time.

Good luck, Shepard.

Give ‘em hell.