The assassin has overcome my final defense, and now he?s come to murder me.
In the end, what separates a man from a slave? Money? Power? No. A man chooses. A slave obeys. You think you have memories. A farm. A family. An aeroplane. A crash. And then this place.. was there really a family, did that aeroplane crash OR was it hijacked. Forced down. Forced down by something less than a man, something bred to sleepwalk through life until they are activated by a simple phrase, spoken by their kindly master. Was a man sent to kill? Or a slave? A man chooses, a slave obeys. Come in.
Stop, would you kindly. Would you kindly. A powerful phrase. Familiar phrase? Sit, would you kindly. Stand, would you kindly. Run. Stop! Turn. A man chooses. A slave obeys.
Kill.
- Andrew Ryan, Bioshock