"In the end, what separates a man from a slave? Money? Power? No, a man chooses, a slave obeys . We all make choices, but in the end, our choices make us. Rapture, a city where the artist would not fear the censor, where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality, where the great would not be constrained by the small. A city where the impossible was made possible. But even in utopia, someone must clean up the mess. In Rapture, that someone is you."