Disclaimer: I don't own Bioshock, and I'm pissed Bioshock II got pushed back to 2010.
Obey…the
words concealed by your kindly master made you submit to his every
choice. He used you like a puppet and trained you like a dog. You
were nothing to him, just his little toy to gain control of my city.
I cannot help but hold pity and disappointment for you…you are by
far my greatest failure.
Being
born as a tool, born as a slave. Born as a puppet, born as nothing
more than an instrument to serve the delusions of a parasitic man.
How does it feel? Knowing that your whole life, everything you have
known and will known…is a lie? Any memory you ever came across was
imprinted into you…you have no life. And by this point, you have no
family. Trained lapdog or not…you failed me as a son, failed
Rapture as a successor and worst of all...failed yourself as a human
being. How does that make you feel? Pathetic? Useless? Worthless?
Meaningless? I cannot even begin to imagine…poor boy, lost in the
shadows of your nonexistent mind. Everything you could've
been, everything you could've done…everything you should've
been and should've done. All of that wasted potential, that life
built on deception and a will comparable to that of a flea. I cannot
even begin to express how utterly defeated I feel knowing that you,
of all people, lived through such a useless, planned existence. You
will have nowhere to go after this…you realize that don't you?
He'll turn on you just like he has to all those before, you don't
realize this…but you'll learn soon enough. But by then it'll be
too late…a pity. You have become something worse than a
mere parasite. You're greater than a leech, but less than man
itself. There is no word for you, you were born as nothing and you
will die as nothing. The Frankenstein son of a man destined for
greatness…oh the irony in fate is sickening. He'll betray you
after you've outlived your usefulness, I only pray he makes it
quick and spares you the agony, but I doubt it.