Eleanor leaned against the doorframe, wondering how much to share. How much Barry even wanted to know.
"The colony where I grew up," she said, hesitantly. "It's called Rapture. There are no rules, in Rapture. No laws. No ethics to hold back scientific progress. Nothing but the free market to decide what was right. It wasn't ..."
How best to phrase this?
"It wasn't that they occasionally cut corners, or skipped some of the more rigorous independent verifications. They threw all decency out the nearest window and did whatever they liked. Anything they could justify, because someone would pay for the product. The result was ... a living nightmare."
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Date: 2014-05-30 06:22 pm (UTC)"The colony where I grew up," she said, hesitantly. "It's called Rapture. There are no rules, in Rapture. No laws. No ethics to hold back scientific progress. Nothing but the free market to decide what was right. It wasn't ..."
How best to phrase this?
"It wasn't that they occasionally cut corners, or skipped some of the more rigorous independent verifications. They threw all decency out the nearest window and did whatever they liked. Anything they could justify, because someone would pay for the product. The result was ... a living nightmare."