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Andrew Ryan

The Great Chain Rattles

I am told that the people grow tense and isolated in the absence of the sun. Now... they clamor for a psychiatrist.

Do they miss the state censor, I wonder? Wartime seizure of private assets? Or the Cheka police, vanishing them in the night?

Regardless, this Lamb woman is said to be the foremost practitioner in her "field." Fine. If she can quiet the rattling of the great chain's weakest links... I will leave her to it.

Eleanor Lamb

Mr. Tape Recorder

Hello Mr. Diary. Want to play?

'Actually, I'm quite busy right now, miss Eleanor. Maybe later.'

Well, all right. But do you mind if I take you apart while I wait? I promise I'll put you back together!

'What? You can't do thaaaat ...noooo.....waaaaiiiit, wait Eleaaanoooorrrr...

Prentice Mill

Just A Fad

There would be no Rapture without me. No city without the Atlantic Express. Ryan took his first grand tour of Rapture on my flagship coach!

But these days, personal bathyspheres are all the rage. My rails only connect the oldest parts of Rapture now, and the city's just... just left me behind.

Plenty of cash in the bank, though. This private vehicle craze will blow over soon.

Sofia Lamb

Ryan VS Lamb: Reality

Ryan: White is not black, Doctor Lamb -- down is not up, and straw is not gold. Look around you. Rapture is no miracle - it is a product of reason, impossible unless one and one are two, and A equates to A.

(crowd murmur, tense, some agreement)

Lamb: And yet... alone, each man is a prisoner to bias. Dream, delusion... or the pain of a phantom limb -- to one man, they are as real as rain.

Reality is consensus... and the people are losing faith. Take a walk, Andrew It is raining in Rapture... and you have to simply chosen not to notice.

(angry half-cheering in agreement)

Mark Meltzer

What Happened To The People?

These... people are hooked on some kind of genetic wonder-drug called ADAM. I've read the word "Splicers" scribbled on walls like a warning. One of them cornered me, and Christ, his face - I had a gun, but I choked - and then out of nowhere we both heard this... singing and he took off like hell on wheels

It sounded like a kid - a little girl! Cindy's alive... I know it in my gut.

Sofia Lamb

Know The Beast

In ethical psychiatry, we must account for the role of evolution. Depression fits of panic, sexual pathos -- all responses to ancient selection pressure.

The irony is that this theory is why Ryan's people invited me here. They mistake my study of natural law for the worship of competition.

Remember, Eleanor -- one must know the beast before it can be slain.

Gil Alexander

Improving On Suchong's Work

Doctor Suchong's death was a nasty blow to the Protector program, but I'm gradually settling into his role, picking up the slack that his carelessness left behind. We are gaining steam again, but I'm not satisfied. Yes, the "Big Daddy" defends the girl... but he is programmed only for the fight, like a sheepdog who wanders off unless a wolf is tearing at his flock.

When no agressor is present, he regards his Little Sister as he might a common houseplant.

We need something more, something stronger; an unbreakable physiological bond.

Brigid Tenenbaum

The Situation

Sofia Lamb has taken Rapture, and is responsible for stealing children from the surface. Her splicers destroyed my submersible and forced me to run.

But the ticket booth here is secure... and though I cannot trust him, Sinclair is a valuable ally. I have already rescued a few of the new Little Ones from Lamb. They all want to know how we will get home. I wish I had the right words for them.