The Bathysphere went down the track underneath the rig. The sea rushed up past her porthole, and Sophie could see the first miniature view of Rapture. She checked her radio and found just static on every channel. She'd have to find something there.

Impatient, Sophie moved around the craft and felt her feet knock something on the floor. Bending down, the infiltrator found something she hadn't seen in over 10 years: an audio diary. This brought back some happy memories, as she remembered watching her father Bill McDonagh recording his own. She pressed the play button, listening as she came closer to the docking port.

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Audio Diary: Steinman's vision

Speaker: Alice Cohen.

To whomever it concerns, know this. Aphrodite still walks these hallways of Rapture. In death, J.R Steinman was given the ultimate gift: to be in her presence forever. She comes to those dead, and those dying. Ignore the lies of the men who would be gods, who would turn us into a new Sodom and Gomorroh.

Andrew Ryan. Frank Fontaine. Jack. Unworthy figureheads, they are not important. Aphrodite is important. Worship her, love her, live her, as I do, and know she loves you in return. With your help… no, with all our help and love, she can bring Rapture to glory. Everything exists for Rapture. Everything exists for Aphrodite. Remember the better days. Remember Steinman.

The Audio diary stopped playing and Sophie raised an eyebrow. Sander Cohen having a daughter? She'd never heard of him being married, and in fact everything suggested he had a thing for men.

"Curioser and Curioser" murmured Sophie, and stowed the image of Alice Cohen away in her memory, just in case. As for this Aphrodite, who knew what this referred to. Had everyone inherited Steinman's obsessive delusion? Or was someone masquerading as this 'Aphrodite'?

If the latter, then that made it all the more likely someone was in charge of Rapture, which meant there was definite planning behind the ship and submarine abduction. Depending on who, her mission just got either simpler or harder. Perhaps she'd go for a third choice and think of it as more fun for her?

Sophie sat on the uncomfortable wrought bench in the bathysphere, crossed her legs and closed her eyes. She was opening old wounds, remembering the psychological scars from her life here.

Sophie's father, Sophie's mother, Masha Lutz, all the innocent of Rapture. She had to be happy. How could she, you ask? By thinking about the entire city collapsing to rubble. Lives saved on the surface. The world put normal again, before it had ever heard of Rapture.

The bathysphere jolted to a stop, and Sophie opened her eyes with a new fire in them. The woman stood up, took her machine gun and opened the door. She took the radio inside the sphere, and opened fire at the security camera that shined its light on her. The noise brought splicers from the dark corners, but she spread around the bullets and took them down with heads riddled with holes. She ejected the empty cartridge, slotted in a new one, and walked into Rapture.