Bioshock Rapture Chapter 19 PART THREE The Third Age of Rapture B

Bioshock Rapture Chapter 19 PART THREE The Third Age of Rapture B

All over the massive Big Daddy’s great round metal head were circular, glowing sensors; its huge metal-encased legs clunked along relentlessly—but careful never to injure the barefoot, grubby little tyke of a girl who scampered along beside it. Gatherers, some called the girls. This one was tiny and fragile compared with the Big Daddy, but she dominated it completely. The Little Sister wore a dirty pink smock; her face seemed faintly greenish, her eyes sunken. There was a distance in those eyes, like something Bill had seen in Brigid Tenenbaum’s—as if her peculiar aloofness had been installed in her creation. “Come on, Mr. Bubbles!” the Little Sister fluted, calling to the Big Daddy. “Come on, or we’ll miss the angels!” The towering mock of a deep-sea diver lumbered after her, moaning … “Oh Christ,” Bill muttered. A dark-haired Little Sister skipped past them. “Mascha!” Sophie called out. The Gatherer stopped, blinking, mouth open in an O, to look at Sophie for a long, puzzled moment. Then…