welp

[objectivist]

I see little appeal in the concept of visiting other "universes." I've no interest in contributing to a civilization which so closely parallels that of the surface. Why would I purposefully and deliberately allow myself to plummet into the bowels of hell after tasting paradise?

No. I've seen what results from altruism. My early years were spent being forced to suckle from the tit of the Bolshevist cow. And I watched, day after day, as my fellow man was destroyed from the inside out. Eaten away by the Parasite resting in his belly. And once more, in America. I gazed on with a heavy heart as I discovered, much to my horror and dissatisfaction, that Roosevelt and his bootlickers were no different.

I simply cannot even begin to fathom a place, of this world or any other, that would give a man more satisfaction than Rapture has given its people.

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[canadianpsycho]

HEY. Hey. Heyheyheyheyheyheyheyhey.

So what are your thoughts on Canada.

[objectivist]

[ oh dear lord what is that. what hideous beast... ]

It is of a similar ilk. To America. To Russia. Such are the turmoils of life on the surface.

[canadianpsycho]

[whispers real quietlike] Wow. Woooow. Woooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwww.

[voice starts cracking like he smoked something enormous]

That's. That's really deep. You'rereallydeep.

[objectivist]

[ long. silent stare. what does he even do with this? ]

Do I detect facetious sarcasm in your voice?

Tell me, stranger. What kind of man are you?

[canadianpsycho]

What? No. I'm serious. I'm completely serious. Look - look at me. How is this not a face you can trust?

[also believe it or not that question gives him pause.]

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeell. I'd say I'm a lover. A fighter. A businessman.

[objectivist]

[ this one's hooked on plasmids, no doubt.

alas. ]

A businessman, hm? And what would you say is your work ethic? Are you an individual who works for himself? Who works to benefit himself? Or do you prefer to... leech off the sweat of your fellow man?

[canadianpsycho]

Oh, I got work ethic. In my kinda business, y'see, it's every man for himself. You gotta work your sweet ass off to get anywhere. And trust me, I've worked.

[and now he's just completely switched to a very businesslike but also-on-the-verge-of-ranting kind of tone. he takes the meth business v seriously ok.]

[insurge]

"Satisfaction", he calls it!

[lol]

[objectivist]

The crooked opinion of a tyrant means very little to me.

[insurge]

This what you're doin' now, Ryan [royan]? Taking our [air] protests and usin' them against your enemies?

[objectivist]

You more than anyone, my dear parasite, should be more than aware of my methods when it comes to dealing with the enemy. Of which, I might add, there are very few in Rapture. I've made certain of that.

[ pulling the wool over his eyes nope no problems in rapture none at all hohoho ]

[insurge]

Oh. Trust me, we are.

That's a plural, y'know. There's water, and it's buildin', and it's gonna come gushin' outta every crack you've failed to repair, Mister Ryan.

[rofl]

The Federation would be everything Andrew hates.

[wild_blue_yonder]

The various problems present within the Soviet Union had nothing to do with altruism. It was run by people who neither believed in nor practiced the concept.

[objectivist]

No, it was run by lies, as your claim so proudly demonstrates here.

[wild_blue_yonder]

I'm not sure how that's much different than what I said. It was run by people who lied about what they were trying to achieve. Altruism never entered into it, no matter what they claimed.

Let me back up a few steps here. Captain Wyl Thyros, of the USS Gehrig. I come from an interstellar culture called the United Federation of Planets. And, on the whole, we're mostly altruistic.

[objectivist]

[ and suddenly his worst nightmare has become a reality.

altruistic aliens from outer space. ]

And tell me, Captain Wyl Thyros, of the USS Ghrig. Do you accept the beliefs and practices of your so called "federation," or do you choose to support and benefit yourself as an individual. As a free man.

[wild_blue_yonder]

The two aren't mutually exclusive. I certainly worked hard to get where I am. They don't hand control of 5,000,000-ton starships to just anybody. But at the same time, why shouldn't I help people who just need a hand up or protecting? May people in bad situations aren't there because of their own decisions, but because of outside forces.

[quadtych]

Oh my!

Sir Ryan, are you leaving us? This flitting hive of diligent worker-bees you so have birthed?

[objectivist]

Of course not. Though I'll have you know Sander, that it was not I who birthed these worker-bees. They were born in and of themselves. You have proven and created yourself through hard work and honest labor. Let no man tell you otherwise.

[ what even ]

[quadtych]

You truly know your way into a man's heart and soul, my dearest Andrew.

Oh! Look what I found!

[procures a small bottle of gin from... behind his back? and half-bows as he holds it toward andrew]

Might I tempt you into a cocktail?

[objectivist]

Your flattery is unnecessary but certainly never unappreciated.

[ never questioning the noble sander cohen. a true artist and clearly perfectly sane. what a blessing it is to have him here, in rapture.

ryan offers sander the rare smile (whislt still managing to look totally dead inside). ]

Spirits at this hour? Why, I suppose there's no harm in it. We are free men, after all, and as such should be allowed a taste of life's finer pleasures from time to time.

[ a pause. ]

I cannot dawdle for long however, as I've important business to attend to in my office.

[ like. recording himself talking for 5 hours straight. ]

[quadtych]

[so pleased!]

Come! Right this way!

[he reaches for andrew ryan's hand, grabs it like he's about to kiss it before giving him a ~flirtatious~ look (that andrew would never notice) and leading him toward a nearby... bench... yes they're going to drink in public in arcadia apparently]

Ah, the last time I was here was with the boys.

[aka his man-bitches. he hands one of the little bottles to ryan then pulls one out for himself]

[who_is]

[ look what the cat dragged in. ]

And just how satisfied do you think the people of Rapture really are? Certainly not as much as you seem to think.

[objectivist]

I know that it may be hard for a man of your... caliber, to understand. But the citizens of Rapture are more than capable. How satisfied they are or become depends on their personal efforts.

I was under the assumption that they were well aware of the conditions and expectations when they arrived.

[who_is]

Oh, we were all well aware of the conditions you promised us. But all your promises just turned out to be pretty words in the end, didn't they?

[objectivist]

[ a short, stale laugh follows. ]

And I am sure, Atlas, that you would know a thing or two about delighting the masses with false promises. Playing the good people of Rapture by romancing them with lies.

[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor has always been curious about the man who built the city that became her prison.]

...Did you really think of Rapture as a paradise?

[objectivist]

Rapture is as close to paradise as mankind will ever get.

[unkindly]

Do you ever shut up?

[Holy shit man, seriously. Jack has had enough of your ramblings.]

[objectivist]

Do you ever learn, boy?

[ insert dramatic pause here. ]

A rhetorical question, I suppose.

[unkindly]

I learn useful things.

[Like how to blow up your enemies.]

[objectivist]

A distinct difference exists between what a free man learns and what a slave is conditioned to do.

A difficult concept for you to grasp, I'm sure. But nevertheless, the truth.

[unkindly]

Everybody learns, no matter who they are. It's not like your men and slaves are a different species.

[objectivist]

As I am sure your beloved Atlas would have you believe.

[unkindly]

Well that exact subject hasn't come up, but I bet he'd agree.

[steamvents]

[ Ugh. You again. ]

I saw no signs of paradise in your city, Mr. Ryan. It was purgatory at best.

[objectivist]

[ no ugh YOU again ]

And I would expect nothing less from the clouded perception of a rube.

[steamvents]

[ no U

!!! ]

You have no idea what's about to happen, do you?