"You
came here to destroy what you could never build. A Hun, gawping at the gates of
Rome." Words I spoke in anger, never more true than they are now.
My
Rome. My world. This is not some place I inhabit. This is my world. I built
this city. It is my philosophies and politics that have shaped Rapture. It is
my will that it should be.
A long time
ago, I asked myself: in what country was there a place for men like me – men who
refused to say "yes" to the parasites and the doubters, men who
believed that work was sacred and property rights inviolate. And then one day,
the happy answer came to me, my friends: there was no country for people like
me! And that was the moment I decided... to build one.
My
critics call me a grotesque amalgamation of libertarianism and the free market,
of greed and narcissism. But in my world, they are either with me or against
me. Simple.
Rapture
was set on its course by me, and its fate will be decided by me. Even if that
trajectory is doom and destruction.
An
interloper has no place in my world. Especially not one who has moved so
effortlessly through my city. Even now I watch him skulking through my hallways
working with Atlas.
"Would you
kindly". A powerful phrase. And so my world is undone with politeness. So be it, let this be the brightest
fire in the coldest ocean.
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