Of Science and Survival

by Texasrexbobcat

An egotistical, obsessive, biological scientist with misanthropic tendencies willingly journies to Rapture, with help, to solve the mystery as to why it lost contact with the surface...but instead he gets absorbed in his own selfish desires.

"Such a fantastical city can't possibly exist." I poured over the out-dated newspapers that detailed the rise of the cutting-edge, revolutionary, underwater city of Rapture. A candle flickered vigorously atop my bench.

It was like a dream. There was unquestionably no other place like this. Just from the illustration on the front page I could already identify that the amount of architextural sophistication implemented into the city's buildings, statues, and archways, was extravagant.

After skimming the rest of the article I reached over and chose the next date in the archive.

The headline read: "Communication with Wondrous Underwater City Lost". There were no new articles concerning a re-established connection with Rapture.

My heart plummeted. By what turn of events, could cause this city under the ocean to pass into obscurity? I searched the recesses of my mind for a plausible explanation; just knowing that this world was just sitting under the waves, alone, discomforted me.

My hands trembled as I lay the tattered article on my research bench. I shook my head and adjusted my spectacles, "all that work...and the world is already forgetting about Andrew Ryan's brilliant endeavor. Pitiful humanity. They are letting his masterpiece drown in the darkness...and for what? So-so-so they don't have to spend their precious money to send aid to Rapture!? What a deplorable society we live in!"

I snatched the daily off of my bench and shredded it until it was nothing more than a heap of ink and paper. The pieces fluttered into the wastebasket. I was so angry at the world! Why was there such an uprising about the rights of those worthless negros on the streets, when the geniouses of this generation are trying to propel this world into the future! It is they who should be looked upon with admiration! It is they who should be worshipped!"

In my madness I swept the candle off of his bench and onto the mound of paper. The wastebasket became engulfed in flame and as it did I stood there, watching in the darkness of my research laboratory, muttering about the wretchedness of the world.
"People are like cattle, and many of them should be slaughtered like cattle."
I gave one last growl and spat into the fire. "Just like cattle..."