Bioshock Infinite: Cybernetic Darwinism
The city groaned in the frozen wind. Buildings swimming in seas of clouds bobbed up and down, tugging veins of cables as they stretched and rolled with each slap of the intense wintry waves of air. Many of the houses had been barricaded close in an attempt to drive away the chilling embrace. Other houses merely stood agape; abandoned. Isolated.
Left to rot, as what was transpiring to the citizens that once dwelled within their walls. The cobble stone streets lay quiet and still in the dead of night.
Yet, a single figure stood in the center.
Unfazed by the cold. The figure seemed to live within it. Embracing it.
But not in a positive way. Unveiled thin hands betrayed the figure’s masked sexuality, for the role of the Spirit Speakers was never to be seen. Only heard.
In the crossroads of the main street, flashes of a warped reality flooded her simultaneously with images of love and warmth.
But also death and chaos.
A small Victorian descendant stood off to the shoulder of the stree