Sounds of Bioshock

It's time to leave this place. I held out hope for months that I'd see my family again, but it seems like this rope is my only ticket to freedom. I'm sure Ryan has seized the bookstore, no telling where Gloria and Billy will have to... live... Can't seem to form a complete thought anymore. Can't sleep with that glow coming in the windows. Things out there watching us. Maybe I'll get to sleep now...

Fontaine is dead. Hmmm. Bad for Fontaine. Good for Suchong. Play hard to get for a bit, then Mr. Ryan get hungry for me. Tenenbaum gone, Fontaine gone, Suchong only one who know all about Little Sisters. Like I said, this very good for Suchong.

I spent the afternoon trying to get as close to Ryan's gate as possible without making a spectacle of myself… He's got it shielded six ways till Easter. There's no way into that place. All I got for my trouble was the hairy eyeball from Ryan's Splicer mates. That's the reward you get for trying to outsmart the best electrical engineer of our generation.

I didn't recognize the twist that come into the shop today… Stacked like Sally and dressed to the nines. She's play her cards pretty close to the vest, but you ain't gotta be no college yob to see that she's into some bad china. She was asking about magnetic locks, and some such. I played it coy, but she took wise. After she showed me 'round her backyard, I gave her directions to Kyburz' tool shop. Rapture's gone to hell, but sometimes the Great Chain still cuts you a break.

When it was done with Culpepper, I left her as she was in the bathroom. I seen she had a blanket half-knitted by her bed. It was nice, you know, black and red, real pretty. So I took it, so I could, you know, have somebody finish it. So it could be of use to someone. It just didn't seem right to leave it lying there, lying there all by itself.

Your place of work, when you really love it I mean, becomes a part of you, don't it? For me, that's Persephone. Who's still here, an' been here ever since the start? Me. The occupants of the head office come and go, but in the end they're just a name on a deed. Lamb wants to call these nutters a Family? Fine. Have a ball. I'll be here ready to lock the place down when it all goes tits up.

The warden's ignored my warnings for far too long. I'm taking this into me own hands -- I've secured a hack tool to nullify his turrets and subvert the bots. I also figured out the code. It's two, six... (Warping Sound).

Here is Suchong's problem. Little Ones are repulsed by the look and smell of corpses. Must find a way to make gathering task more… attractive, maybe if we program them to see bodies as something more appealing: kitty cats, chocolate bars, some other stupid thing these children enjoy.

They dress up in leaves and call themselves the Saturnine. Please. They drink human blood, and chant -- "Harness the flame, Harness the mist!" and believe they are touched by the ancient gods. Hah. An aging bunch of frat boys, tilting back goblets of Plasmids and calling it ambrosia.

The minute we came here, Masha started screaming, "Mama! Mama! What is that? What is that!?" I thought she was having some kind of seizure and then I realized… trees… trees! Never saw one before, thought they were monsters. Oh, Sammy, maybe we never should have come to this place…

Today I had lunch with the Goddess. "Steinman," she said... "I'm here to free you from the tyranny of the commonplace. I'm here to show you a new kind of beauty." I asked her, "What do you mean, goddess?" "Symmetry, dear Steinman. It's time we did something about symmetry..."

Warden, you GOTTA get me in a different cell! Those goddamn lights and... and SHAPES out the window! I can't sleep. I can feel my head shaking apart inside. (brief low mumbling to himself) Something's not right out there, Warden! It's like they're whispering to me. I'd even take solitary over this. Now there's an idea... (chuckling to himself)

Hanging now, is it? That's what we've come to? Now look, I don't make the laws here, I just enforce them. But I didn't come to Rapture to string men up for running contraband. If Ryan and his crew have their law, then they can have my badge.

With this damn faulty memory of mine, I need to record a clue so I don't forget the keycode. Brown legs, red mouths, blue arms, green eyes. Now to secure this log somewhere. (clang) Argh!

I've been killing trees for twenty-five years. At Berkeley, back in the 20's. On the Japs at Iwo Jima. But I never brought one back from the grave before. I did, Becky. Momma's gonna build her first damn Franken-tree. I'm gonna call my little creation "The Lazarus Vector." Maybe it'll bring the old gal's career back from the dead as well...

Hey Murphy, it's Dodge. A little birdie told me you found out the Warden's code. Send a message to my cell in Block A telling me where you hid the code, and I'll consider your debts paid.

Lamb's attention seems to have drifted from my prisoners to her daughter. Guess she figures they're irredeemable. Now I got guys clamoring for their next fix of ADAM, and I've gotta pull teeth to squeeze any out of the good Doctor. Guess I'm lucky her treatments kept them too weak to storm the tower, or they'd have my guts for garters.