You should have known a lot of things, Ryan. I doubt your knack for foresight could be relied upon to predict that an oncoming train would hit a man standing on the tracks.
You should have known a lot of things, Ryan. I doubt your knack for foresight could be relied upon to predict that an oncoming train would hit a man standing on the tracks.
Sure, if you call that living. Look, listen, it's uninhabitable to men like me, men who refused to say "yes" to the parasites and the doubters, men who believed that work was sacred and property rights inviolate. And then one day, the happy answer came to me, my friends: there was *no* place for people like me on the surface! And *that* was the moment I decided... to build one... underwater for some reason.
Perhaps... perhaps we're more alike than different. WAIT A MINUTE! THAT'S HOW THE ALTRUIST PARASITES GET YOU!
What is the greatest lie every created? What is the most vicious obscenity ever perpetrated on mankind? Slavery? The Holocaust? Dictatorship?
No.
It's the tool with which all that wickedness is built: altruism. Whenever anyone wants others to do their work, they call upon their altruism. Never mind your own needs, they say, think of the needs of... of whoever. The state. The poor. Of the army, of the king, of God! The list goes on and on. How many catastrophes were launched with the words "think of yourself"? It's the "king and country" crowd who light the torch of destruction. It is this great inversion, this ancient lie, which has chained humanity to an endless cycle of guilt and failure.
What is the difference between a man and a parasite? A man builds. A parasite asks 'Where is my share?' I shall build my own cookie, thank you very much. Parasite.
What is the difference between a man and a parasite? A man builds. A parasite asks 'Where is my share?' I shall build my own cookie, thank you very much. Parasite.
People don't build cookies. They bake them. You have some gross misconceptions about how cookies(and, well, cities) are made.
Um, those aren't built. "Molded", maybe, but certainly not built.
On the surface, I once bought a forest. The parasites claimed that the land belonged to God, and demanded that I establish a public park there. Why? So the rabble could stand slack-jawed under the canopy and pretend that it was paradise *earned*. When Congress moved to nationalize my forest, I burnt it to the ground. I'm ignoring your other question, Parasite. Before the final rat has eaten the last gram of you, Rapture will have returned. I will lead a parade. "Who was that," they'll say, as they point to the sad shape hanging on my wall, "who was that?"
You're so right, Andrew Ryan. I think I'll have you as my city administrator and follow your line of thinking.
Well, I'm certainly a better and more able administrator than Dr. Breen. He couldn't even stop a Dr. House in power armour with his larynx removed. I, at least, had a civil war and genetic monsters to contend with.
Well, I'm certainly a better and more able administrator than Dr. Breen. He couldn't even stop a Dr. House in power armour with his larynx removed. I, at least, had a civil war and genetic monsters to contend with.
It's not that bad. You had the Vita-Chambers attuned to your genetic frequency or whatever pseudo-science was used in those Deus-Ex Machina-O-Matics. You could have picked up a gun and run around shooting them. Or gone after your rivals. Or actually stopped your kid from misbehaving. I mean, he was kind of all for breaking the mind control once he learned about that. You could have worked together to bring down the source of the cancer that was killing your city, and maybe worked to stabilize things from there. I mean, like with everything else, you just sort of dropped the ball on that one.
It's not that bad. You had the Vita-Chambers attuned to your genetic frequency or whatever pseudo-science was used in those Deus-Ex Machina-O-Matics. You could have picked up a gun and run around shooting them. Or gone after your rivals. Or actually stopped your kid from misbehaving. I mean, he was kind of all for breaking the mind control once he learned about that. You could have worked together to bring down the source of the cancer that was killing your city, and maybe worked to stabilize things from there. I mean, like with everything else, you just sort of dropped the ball on that one.
Maybe it was atrocious because you weren't giving her what she needed.
Oh, Andrew, you poor man. Do you have a problem you want to talk about?
No, not really. It's just... She was always on about how people have *rights* and *needs* and a sense of duty to their fellow man. I took issue with this, naturally.
In 1919, I fled a country that had traded in despotism for insanity. The Marxist revolution simply traded one lie for another. Instead of one man, the tsar, owning the work of all the people, *all* the people owned the work of all of the people. So, I came to America: where a man could own his own work, where a man could benefit from the brilliance of his own mind, the strength of his own muscles, the *might* of his own will. I had thought I had left the parasites of Moscow behind me. I had thought I had left the Marxist altruists to their collective farms and their five-year plans. But as the German fools threw themselves on Hitler's sword "for the good of the Reich", the Americans drank deeper and deeper of the Bolshevik poison, spoon-fed to them by Roosevelt and his New Dealists.
In 1919, I fled a country that had traded in despotism for insanity. The Marxist revolution simply traded one lie for another. Instead of one man, the tsar, owning the work of all the people, *all* the people owned the work of all of the people. So, I came to America: where a man could own his own work, where a man could benefit from the brilliance of his own mind, the strength of his own muscles, the *might* of his own will. I had thought I had left the parasites of Moscow behind me. I had thought I had left the Marxist altruists to their collective farms and their five-year plans. But as the German fools threw themselves on Hitler's sword "for the good of the Reich", the Americans drank deeper and deeper of the Bolshevik poison, spoon-fed to them by Roosevelt and his New Dealists.
Ooh, hit a nerve. I think we're starting to reach the epicenter of your problems, Andrew.
Tell me, were the other kids in Soviet Russia mean to you? Did they not share their building blocks?
I balk at your supposed... help. Psychology is nothing but a soft science, pushed by the parasite upon the weakest links in the Great Chain. I assure you, I am in no need of such false comforts. No more so, at least, than I need the state censor or Cheka police vanishing me in the night.
In 1919, I fled a country that had traded in despotism for insanity. The Marxist revolution simply traded one lie for another. Instead of one man, the tsar, owning the work of all the people, *all* the people owned the work of all of the people. So, I came to America: where a man could own his own work, where a man could benefit from the brilliance of his own mind, the strength of his own muscles, the *might* of his own will. I had thought I had left the parasites of Moscow behind me. I had thought I had left the Marxist altruists to their collective farms and their five-year plans. But as the German fools threw themselves on Hitler's sword "for the good of the Reich", the Americans drank deeper and deeper of the Bolshevik poison, spoon-fed to them by Roosevelt and his New Dealists.
I assure you, I am in no need of such false comforts. No more so, at least, than I need the state censor or Cheka police vanishing me in the night.
I notice you have a resentment for the security organization of your childhood nation. I also notice that you have yet to mention your mother. Why did you flee Russia, Andy? Why do you balk at even the smallest extensions of charity?
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I hate you.
I hate you so much.
Not long before this argument erupts into torrid love-making.
...and people wonder why I moved underwater. People like you, both of you, make the surface uninhabitable.
but we live up here
I can't swim. That makes your world pretty uninhabitable for me.
Sure, if you call that living. Look, listen, it's uninhabitable to men like me, men who refused to say "yes" to the parasites and the doubters, men who believed that work was sacred and property rights inviolate. And then one day, the happy answer came to me, my friends: there was *no* place for people like me on the surface! And *that* was the moment I decided... to build one... underwater for some reason.
We all live in buildings filled with air, though. Also, we all live on a yellow submarine. Yellow submarine, yellow submarine.
What a coincidence. So do we.
Perhaps... perhaps we're more alike than different. WAIT A MINUTE! THAT'S HOW THE ALTRUIST PARASITES GET YOU!
What is the greatest lie every created? What is the most vicious obscenity ever perpetrated on mankind? Slavery? The Holocaust? Dictatorship?
No.
It's the tool with which all that wickedness is built: altruism. Whenever anyone wants others to do their work, they call upon their altruism. Never mind your own needs, they say, think of the needs of... of whoever. The state. The poor. Of the army, of the king, of God! The list goes on and on. How many catastrophes were launched with the words "think of yourself"? It's the "king and country" crowd who light the torch of destruction. It is this great inversion, this ancient lie, which has chained humanity to an endless cycle of guilt and failure.
Want a cookie?
What is the difference between a man and a parasite? A man builds. A parasite asks 'Where is my share?' I shall build my own cookie, thank you very much. Parasite.
Maybe you need some help.
You sound like Dr. Sofia Lamb, which means that Secret Fawful is wrong. Lamb's love making was atrocious... Altruist bitch. I'm sad now.
Also, what about raw cookies? You know, before you bake them?
Um, those aren't built. "Molded", maybe, but certainly not built.
On the surface, I once bought a forest. The parasites claimed that the land belonged to God, and demanded that I establish a public park there. Why? So the rabble could stand slack-jawed under the canopy and pretend that it was paradise *earned*. When Congress moved to nationalize my forest, I burnt it to the ground. I'm ignoring your other question, Parasite. Before the final rat has eaten the last gram of you, Rapture will have returned. I will lead a parade. "Who was that," they'll say, as they point to the sad shape hanging on my wall, "who was that?"
You actually answered a question?
I couldn't tell.
Also there was only one.
Note the distinct lack of question marks at the end of statements.
But you don't build cookie dough. You put the ingredients together and then you knead the dough. And when you need dough you ask "where is my share?"
So as you can see your logic is flawed.
It's ok, it's Objectivism. The whole bloody thing is one giant flaw. I mean, um...
A man chooses!
A slave obeys!
*dodge*
Hey look! It's my paraphrasing of every Andrew Ryan response ever!
Well, I'm certainly a better and more able administrator than Dr. Breen. He couldn't even stop a Dr. House in power armour with his larynx removed. I, at least, had a civil war and genetic monsters to contend with.
Oh, Andrew, you poor man. Do you have a problem you want to talk about?
I'd like to see SHODAN do any better, Parasite.
No, not really. It's just... She was always on about how people have *rights* and *needs* and a sense of duty to their fellow man. I took issue with this, naturally.
In 1919, I fled a country that had traded in despotism for insanity. The Marxist revolution simply traded one lie for another. Instead of one man, the tsar, owning the work of all the people, *all* the people owned the work of all of the people. So, I came to America: where a man could own his own work, where a man could benefit from the brilliance of his own mind, the strength of his own muscles, the *might* of his own will. I had thought I had left the parasites of Moscow behind me. I had thought I had left the Marxist altruists to their collective farms and their five-year plans. But as the German fools threw themselves on Hitler's sword "for the good of the Reich", the Americans drank deeper and deeper of the Bolshevik poison, spoon-fed to them by Roosevelt and his New Dealists.
Sounds like you need to shut up.
Tell me, were the other kids in Soviet Russia mean to you? Did they not share their building blocks?
I balk at your supposed... help. Psychology is nothing but a soft science, pushed by the parasite upon the weakest links in the Great Chain. I assure you, I am in no need of such false comforts. No more so, at least, than I need the state censor or Cheka police vanishing me in the night.
Is it because you didn't have any, growing up?
Is it because your mother was gone?
Did you have to grow up, Andy?
Was she vanished away?
Did they take her?
Did they, Andy?
Did they?