The Ocean & The Descent

Icy cold, biting all around me. What the hell happened? I look up through dim green water as twisted gray metal floats down & suitcases descend. I quickly find myself gasping for air and I struggle to push myself to the surface. I push myself to the top and look around briefly, blazing orange fires surround the crash site. I see some fuselage in the distance, no fire is around it. I slowly push my freezing muscles towards the fuselage. Close now… suddenly, a twist of fate and the fire rushes over what should have been mine. The fuselage bursts into flame and a new opening is created. I look up at the huge towering icon that shadows the moon. A…lighthouse? Out here? I find this hard to believe, but my mind is ravaged and I cannot concentrate and I desperately try to swim to it.

I quickly get up the steps outside the sides of the lighthouse and stop. I turn and look at the crash, it looks like no one else survived. I sigh and shiver, there is a huge set of double doors. It…must be warm inside, without hesitation I venture inside, to the blackness. The door shuts behind me and I'm surprised, it's slightly warm. I quickly try not to panic in the darkness but lights quickly flash on. A huge towering golden face has been built into the top of the tower. A red banner lies overhead: 'No gods or kings, only Adam' it reads. I try not to dwell on my surroundings, I hurry down steps on the right side of the entrance. Music is playing, it sounds old. I follow the steps to some sort of sphere. A glass cover acts as a door. The inside is a few seats and a lever in the center. I need to get out of here. I enter the sphere and pull the lever, the door shuts and the sphere begins to descend. A few signs pass the sphere: 10 Fathoms…18 Fathoms. How old is this thing? Before I look around, a screen rolls down in front of me. A man sat at a desk looking stern is on the screen, 'I am Andrew Ryan and I'm here to ask you a question.' His voice comes out of the screen. 'Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?

No says the man in Washington; it belongs to the poor

No says the man in The Vatican, it belongs to god

No says the man in The Kremlin, it belongs to everyone. I…rejected those answers, instead I chose the different. I chose the impossible. I Chose…' The screen lifts

'Rapture!'

A city comes into view among the water. The voice continues 'Where the strong would not be pushed around by the weak. Where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality. And with the sweat of your brow…Rapture can become your city too..' The sphere floats around the city, tunnels of glass and steel link buildings together that tower off the ocean floor. The sphere floats into a hole in one side of a building and it slowly begins to ascend…