Organics had a number of peculiar behaviours and rituals that dominated their day-to-day lives. For instance, personal grooming before leaving the abode, where a minimum standard seemed to be mandated to not be ostracized by one’s peers. Doubly so if one were trying to court a sexual or romantic partner, which often necessitated the exchange of goods and services disproportionate to those received in exchange for the slim chance of achieving the goal of copulation or companionship. While that gambling was socially acceptable among all organics, putting down a disproportionate amount of currency down in a casino was frowned upon as irresponsible by peers. Some purchased impractical and expensive vehicles for the purposes of driving multitudes of degrees above the posted speed limits to achieve a state of excitement or impress , even though regional governments dictate which is safe for the majority of vehicles; those people often were living outside of their means, or flaunting their excessive accumulated wealth that they could spend currency in a form of social dominance. Religion was also a common practice among organic civilizations, and a number of various denominations existed for each species, and this practice of believing in an intangible concept such as a gods or creators, afterlives and reincarnation, all served as a vehicle for hatred and distrust among organics as surely as permutation in skin pigment, clan name, sex, species, or any number of arbitrary factors that most rational beings would find trivial.

Tower had been operational for over a century now, and all of this still was utterly alien to his sensibilities, and the consensus among the geth was that they agreed; organics were strange, irrational beings that held a disproportionate amount of power thanks to an astonishing array of diversity of people and ideas. They were fascinating, unpredictable, and capable of incredible innovations at best, and impulsive, self-destructive, and irrational at worst. The chemical mixtures that made up their biology dictated how they would react. The geth had learned, to a degree, how to manipulate those instincts to various ends. Compliments led to receptive behaviours, insults led to combative behaviours. 

Some species, such as humans, were receptive to artificial intelligence and were adaptable to change. Others, such as krogan, were distrustful of synthetics as a rule and often engaged challenges with force rather than understanding; a sledgehammer instead of a lock pick to open a door would be an excellent analogy. Salarians were cunning, incredibly fast thinkers for organics that grasped abstract concepts quickly by shied away from physical confrontations due to their frail biology.  They, perhaps more than others, were capable of understanding synthetic life as innately as the Creators. 

And the creators, despite their championing of geth rights, were prone to their own bouts of organic irrationality and quirks. 

Tower and another geth unit, Forge, were without any duties to perform prior to ceremony departure and as such were passing the time over a game of Kepesh-Yakshi, the asari strategy game where opposing players tried to destroy the others’ homeworld using fleets of specialized units.  It was their 312th match in an hour; geth simply did not require time to think and process like an organic did. In the time it took most creators to ask Tower an inquiry, he oftentimes had come up with dozens of possible outcomes for what they were about to ask, narrowing it down with each word. It became something of a game, guessing what was about to be asked before it was uttered. Fortunately, geth did not understand the concept of boredom since it was a biological response to inactivity. Five minutes or three hours could pass for a geth and its disposition and attentiveness would not waver. It was both a blessing, and a curse, as Creator-Vala had once said. Synthetic life understood most organic mannerisms and the logic behind their emotional responses, but they could not feel what would prompt those reactions to give it context. History was filled with a number of choices that were made by extreme emotional responses, and geth could not help but wonder why that was the course of action that was taken. Organics were illogical, but that was what made them unique. There was never a shortage of things to learn.

Many of the Creators were scrambling in the last minutes to obtain a ready state for the ceremonies, including last minute adjustments to attire and rehearsing speeches in mirrors. Various geth attendants were assisting where possible, but for the security detachment, it was simply a matter of waiting for instruction. While stimulation wasn’t essential for geth, each unit had its own way of engaging itself to keep the processes busy. Games, Extranet browsing, or even watching the vid screens all kept the geth occupied rather than standing around, lost in their own thought or reaching consensus with other units over even the most minute of disagreements. Most memorable in recent weeks had been if organics who saw a white dress instead of a blue one on a viral image were cognitively impaired. 
Tower and Forge had made 18 moves in the time it had taken him to run through that train of thought. Four minutes and thirteen seconds had passed in real time. Tower looked up at Forge after the latter made a move.

“That last move was illogical.”

“This unit has decided to experiment with different species’ grandmasters’ strategies. I am trying to determine if one strategy is optimal, or if a hybrid approach is preferable.” Forge replied, glowing photo-receptor staring back at Tower. Looking back at the game, Tower made his next move.

“Acknowledged. Will store game session for later review.”  

That would not come to pass. A male voice interrupted, the quarian captain of the security detachment, Saaba’Nyyal. “Forge, Tower, it’s time for you to take your positions. The audience will be permitted in the auditorium within the next half an hour.” He said. The quarian was selected to command the geth on the mission due to being able to mediate between both the geth and the other organics; functions like this could ill-afford misunderstanding. 

Both geth turned off the game. “Affirmative. Assuming security function.” Tower had said, a variation repeated by his companion, and the two left the quarian and geth embassy for the short walk to where the celebrations would be held.

The Presidium was an attempt by the organic races that made up the Council to attempt to alleviate the crushing functional aesthetic of living on a massive space station with greenery and an artificial blue sky; Tower had come to understand that many of the worlds organics called home carried a blue sky and green vegetation, something that was different than Rannoch. The two geth split off into opposite directions, able to communicate through the communication array on their shoulders if need be, but they weren’t exactly made for small talk. People from across the galaxy representing all of its people were here, either sparing curious glances towards the geth or ignoring them altogether. They’d long since lost the boogyman status of yesteryear, and thanks to a comprehensive image rehabilitation effort and no small amount of assistance offered to the galaxy at large, the geth were accepted as peers on the galactic stage, renown for their engineering skills and unassuming ability to pick up just about any task without question or complaint. It was hard to shake the popular idea that they were simply robotic servants, but to the Creators’ credit, they’d been more than keen to combat that perception where it arose. Besides, it was difficult to argue with the effectiveness of having geth armatures and colossus deployed on at-risk colony worlds as a security buffer. Colonists rarely had better security and more trustworthy guardians than the geth. 

Tower took notice of the security agents of the other Citadel species who were present, finding many of them simply mingling with guests and vendors. They were not remaining vigilant or taking their duties with seriousness; very few would be prepared to react accordingly to hostiles. Tower opened communication with Forge, speaking in the digitized chirping that had been long associated with the geth. It simply was more efficient than speaking in a conventional tongue.

“Security is at low state of readiness. Exercise increased vigilance.”

“Affirmative.”