Bioshock Sisterhood (Futas, syringes, transformation)

Story by Damiano

CHAPTER ONE

Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?

"No" says the man in Washington, it belongs to the poor.

"No" says the man in the Vatican, it belongs to God.

"No" says the man in Moscow, it belongs to everyone.

I rejected these answers. Instead, I chose something different.

I chose the impossible.

I chose Rapture.

A city where the artist would not fear the censor.

Where the scientist wouldn't be bound by petty morality.

Where the great would not be constrained by the small.

And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture could become your city as well.

Raptures introduction spun around in my head as I gripped my pistol in my hand, my eyes narrowly focused on my prisoners. The two male splicers who had intruded upon my fortress stared back with shifting eyes. Their bodies were heavily bruised and cut, covered in scraps of threadbare clothing, stained with blood from their injuries. Their hands and legs were bound with rough rope and they constantly shifted uncomfortably. I frowned as I leaned against the cool metal wall opposite, rubbing the sweat off my face. The sweat of my brow... I mused, flicking the droplets at my two prisoners. They visibly jumped. Ryan wouldn't know the first thing about work. I closed my eyes and crossed my arms over my breasts, flattening them against my body. I began to think back upon the chain of events that led me to this grim reality.

Rapture shone like a jewel in the inky night of the deep ocean. Whales, giant squid, even large sharks patrolled the area, illuminated by the glowing skyscrapers and transparent tubes that formed the city's infrastructure. My bathysphere propelled itself through the murky depths, carrying me to my new life. I was Olivia Lembar, an actress from the surface world. The glittering, pristine city was no intellectual paradise for me. It was my freedom. I found myself attracted far more to the mistresses and concubines of the men I was expected to entertain. Filthy, drunken men who surrounded themselves with beauty. If anyone were to ever find out, my life and carreer would be in ruins, and my family shamed into the poorhouse. The surface world was cruel to anyone who broke the taboos of society. When I recieved an invitation to live in a underwater utopia, a place with no rules, no constraints, I immediately accepted. My life was ended, and I was reborn in the ocean.

Rapture didn't disappoint. Upon my arrival, I began working on the stage, singing and dancing to crowds of the working class. I carved a name for myself against the other great thespians of Rapture quickly. It was at the after party of an award ceremony that I finally made up my mind to persue the reason I had come to Rapture. I sat down next to the most beautiful woman in the bar. I could feel everyone's eyes burning into my skin as I tapped her on the shoulder. She turned to face me, her blue eyes wide with shock. Her skin was glowing as her beautiful lips stammered about how she was my biggest fan and how much it was a pleasure to meet me. I slipped my face into hers, not saying a word as I took her stammering lips with mine. The photographers decended upon us with a roar, each one jostling for a picture. My face was on the front of every newspaper in Rapture. I felt freedom for the first time in my life.

They called me the Lesbian Actress. My career soared as the crowds swelled in the theatres. Some came for the play, others came because I was an oddity to them. In the end, it didn't matter to me. A year passed in a blur. I indulged my pleasures, both on stage and in my bed, my body and soul content for the first time in my life. But Rapture was a place constantly in motion, like the underwater currents that carressed it. Strange little girls with glowing eyes and frightening voices began to walk the streets, guarded dilligently by hulking men in all encompassing dive suits. At least, the rumors say they're men, no-one knew for sure. They didn't speak, and their skin was never visible, but their name was clear. Big Daddies, the little girls called them. And then, only a few weeks after the mysterious girls appeared, a new product appeared on the market. Plasmids. Glowing goo that alters your body in ways I didn't understand. I soon learned that I didn't need to understand them to feel the effects of it on the world around me.

At first, the Plasmids were a novelty. Summoning fire to impress your hearts desire, or charging your skin with electricity to quickly fix a wiring problem. It didn't stay like this for long. New, more potent Plasmids began to appear, some that would drastically alter your body, some that would alter your mind. Months passed without me giving them a second glance, but there was something missing in my life. An emptiness between me and my lovers. I could be close to them, but we were never truly as one. I felt a twinge in my gut as I stood outside of Dr Suchongs cli

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