Poor Roy Harper. The original I mean. Captured, cloned, replaced, arm cut off, and put on ice until Cadmus could find a use for him, and boy did they find one. Rapture was there under the sea waiting and Cadmus found it.
Roy woke up strapped to a table. That was the first horror. The second was realizing that one of his arms was gone. Not numb or unresponsive, just gone. Someone was looming over him. Bright lights made it so that he only saw a shadowy silhouette.
"I see you're awake." The silhouette said. "Good, good. It is much better that you wake up before the procedure than during."
"Procedure?" Roy questioned warily, his voice hoarse from disuse.
"Yes, you'll soon find yourself a part of something greater, but first there needs to be a few modifications." The silhouette replied.
"You're sick!" Roy spat.
"Says who?" the silhouette asked. "Those parasites on the surface with their self-imposed morals and their stifled imaginations? You're wrong. I'm not sick I'm thriving! Rapture is my city and it will be your city too!"
Roy felt something being injected into his arm. His vision swam and he blacked out. When he woke up again he felt different. His missing arm had been replaced by some sort of drill and he was wearing some sort of old diving suit. He felt a new sense of purpose rise within him. The silhouette was back.
"Welcome to the family, Big Brother."
