I am Andrew Ryan, and I am here to ask you a question. Is not a man 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 those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose something impossible! I chose… Rapture. These are the words you hear as you enter the ruined undersea city of Rapture. What follows is a twenty-hour adventure that explores the depths of mankind’s vanity, scientific prowess, and insanity. And you are more involved with the workings of Rapture than you know.