Profile of: L'uomo universale 
Biography
Name: Mason BarnetteAge: 30 Place Of Birth: Armstrong
Biography
What is truth?Every waking day of my life I believe I hear a different answer for that question. Every individual I meet has some new idea, some philosophy they wish to share with me as if I am Socrates himself wandering the Agora. Yet here I sit in silence and solitude, gazing out at the setting sun.
At one point, I had hoped my life would have been just a little above average. I had an excellent education and career going, opportunity awaiting my every move. I feel as though these days there are millions stating this, so why should you listen to the complaints of a poor soul like myself?
Tell me friend: if you had been the first man or woman in Eden, as the serpent bid you to taste of the apple and gain knowledge, good and evil, would you do so? Would you trade tranquility and eternal harmony in exchange for pain and suffering if it meant that you had a power that would give you control over nature? A power that, like energy, cannot be created or destroyed: Wisdom is eternal. What can happen, however, is that Wisdom can be added, if those who fear it do not prevent progress, that is.
As you know, the universe corresponds to simple laws and rules. It can start out with simple acts that our forefathers were able to compute by witnessing nature, expanding all the way to the understanding we have gained from species long since extinct. Consider just what we have learned just from the reconstruction efforts. There is always something waiting to be discovered and taken, and there is always a place for us to master what awaits.
Fire, the atom, and even physics have been built to our will: the very fabric of reality may one day become nothing more than a mere toy for children to play with. Progress must always happen, the galaxy must continue moving forward lest we invite the same ruination we almost felt at the hands of the Cultivators. The first must always burn. Nature truly is fascinating in that regard. You see friend, there must always be entropy: it is a very law of existence. Galaxies collide and reform, stars die and are reborn, species burn and pave the way for a new wave of existence so that the circle of life may live on.
Is it so wrong to desire this process continue? You see, the other races in the galaxy choose to ignore that fact, except for perhaps the Krogan because they�ve been on the receiving end of it before. The Asari hide behind their infinite wisdom, a gift granted by a dead race and held on to with all their longevity and impotent grace, hidden from the view of all others. The Turians, they just cower behind a wall of leaders like sheep in order to have their orders like the good soldiers they are. They always have a way out, someone else before them so that they never truly have to think on their own grounds.
The Salarians?
I�ve never met a race with such a short lifespan that was more terrified of change than them. Perhaps that's in part to unleashing both the Krogan and the Rachni upon the galaxy. The rest of the species are far too � variable � for me to comment upon them at this moment. I only do hope that the Geth do not allow themselves to be corrupted by the hands of the �Citadel Races.�
Of course that leaves us, humanity. The golden boys, or the fucking apes, or any other measure of insults I�ve seen hurled at us by inebriated jackboot turians or other dregs of society. Yet we allow ourselves to be dragged around in some false sense of Alliance with those who forced our hands to repair their own problems before facing down death itself. And now they desire to return things to how it was, behave as though nothing had ever changed no problems had ever happened within the galaxy. I would imagine in forty years the denial of the Cultivators will return in full swing. It will be three years ago all over again, and yet I cannot allow that to happen.
My father believed in humanity, in our place in the galaxy. He believed that in order for others to live rich and happy lives, a select few would need to be willing to make the ultimate set of sacrifices for the protection of others. They would be willing to go so far as to purge their own humanity as so they could protect the rest of our species. He believed in allowing minds to work freely, to do as they needed without the bonds of society and morality staring over their shoulders. He understood that there would always be dark corners of the galaxy, and that there would always be a need for a light to uncover them. A light which would not be afraid to uncover and destroy the threats to humanity, even if they were our closest allies.
Light was once worshipped by early man, an entity seen as the source of all knowledge, arts, and civilization. It was the bringer of life, the entity who could die and return the next day, a constant cycle of rebirth and progress. Without light there is nothing, and like wisdom light can never truly die. Yet both knowledge and light were cast away, seen as instruments of the devil: of evil. The Golden Ratio, the Five pointed star: all laws that governed the universe yet were cast away as false idols and paths to damnation.
Friend, I have to ask you, should the actions of a select few be damning to all? How long can life go on before forgiveness can be granted. It was said that after his murder of Abel Cain was never allowed to find rest in the world, and that even today we spit on the names of men who couldn�t have even fathomed the world we have discovered. Will that extend to the actions of others, desperate men who simply wanted to protect their species? I fear for our race if we are more willing to forgive slavers, warlords, and destructive machines before we can forgive our own kind.
Why am I speaking to you about this? Perhaps because you are the first person I have come into contact with in almost over a year. I have waited patiently, in mournful solitude as the galaxy slowly pieces itself back together again. I have watched the process as best I could, sickened by our allowance of those monstrosities to survive as we do nothing but allow them to clean up our very own messes as if they were our mothers while we were still children sulking at the table whenever we spilled our breakfast. People allow themselves to sit back in comfort, hope for better days and better times so they can forget about all the horrible things in the world, all of the sacrifices in which have been suffered and every single life that has been lost, all the while I am forced to remember their faces every single night when I try to lay my head to rest as the one woman who I have ever loved still to this day haunts me because of the unforgivable action I had to inflict upon her.
Friend, I cannot say that I posses the answer to every question ever posed in the galaxy. I cannot say that I am without equal in elements of the mind, but I can rightfully say I have seen far beyond the scope of any other. I have been exposed to wisdom in its purest form, stared down into the very abyss. And I have been made stronger for it: I strove close to the sun and fell back to the earth. And yet I still live.
In the last two years more progress was made than the entire ten thousand before it. If this galaxy wants to survive, it must continue to strive forward and it must continue to have a threat facing its very stability and existence. And if I must be that very thing, then I am more than willing to do so. I will not hesitate to both build and destroy.