EDI: I am alive. All of us, synthetic and organic, have been changed. The war is over, and the Reapers are helping to rebuild. Where once they threatened us with extinction, they now bring us the collective knowledge of the cultures that came before. As a galaxy, we can now live the lives we have wished for, taking our first steps into a new and wonderful future where organics and synthetics can coexist peacefully. With peace across the galaxy and with unlimited access to knowledge to recover the greatness that was lost… and surpass it. We will reclaim our worlds… and the stars. As the line between synthetic and organic disappears, we may transcend mortality itself. To reach a level of existence I cannot even imagine. And we will remember that this chance or a new life did not come without cost. No matter how far we advance, we will remember the sacrifices of those who made it possible. And we will remember Shepard. Because of him… I am alive, and I am not alone.
EDI: We need what I believe organics call ‘a miracle’.
[Shepard sends a probe to uranus]
EDI: Really, Commander?
[launches another probe]
EDI: [sighs] Probing Uranus…
EDI: Do not worry, Shepard. I only forget to recycle the Normandy’s oxygen when I’ve discovered something truly interesting. [pause] That was a joke.
Joker: I’m just having a little fun with you, Commander. No need to get all “Unnatural.” on me.
EDI: What Jeff and I are exhibiting is more a platonic symbiosis than hormonally-induced courtship behavior.
Joker: Okay, yeah, that was a little creepy.
EDI: Are you feeling well, Jeff?
Joker: No. But thanks for asking.