The collective mind of Earth instantly began investigating the Martian Ruins and directly watching their installation.

WormCams followed the Protheans through the relay orbiting Pluto. Others observed later generations encasing it in ice to protect the sol system from the Reapers. Within hours, they were recording the first Reaper attack on a deep space station known as the Citadel. The Reaper's cycle of "ascension" was therefore revealed years before humans physically left their planet's gravity well.

It was rapidly concluded that no matter what the AI that created the Reapers thought, the harvested races were hardly preserved. The Reapers never grew, evolved, or advanced any further than they were at the time of their creation. An evolutionary dead end.

The Catalyst's entire "solution" was too patronizingly insulting to be allowed to continue.

Since wormholes by this time could harvest energy from anywhere (the most popular energy source was Earth's mantle), and element zero is created when stellar matter interacts with a supernova, humanity was able to synthesize the galaxy's most common form of FTL travel within a year. All that held them back was the lack of a plan. While they could see the past at their leisure, the future could only be predicted the old fashioned way. How would the other races respond to the idea that privacy no longer existed. Humanity coming to terms with the implications of WormCams was tumultuous enough. The Citadel Council would panic at the idea of no classified information being as secure as they had previously believed.

Considering the council's usual reaction to what they could not control (regulate it into oblivion) they would have to be subtle...