Sinclair sets the audio diary back down, staring up again at the words painted across the cork board.
Would you kindly?
It's some sort of...trigger, something used for conditioning a person to obey. This is... This is mind control.
But what does it have to do with Jack? Is he--
Is this all about him?
Is that boy in the recording...
No, that's. That's impossible, Jack is too old to have known Suchong as a boy. That's somebody else in the recording. But even if the phrase isn't about him, this room is. And the phrase...must apply to him. Jesus, how long has this been going on?
And if Jack is a slave to three simple words, words of which Andrew Ryan was clearly aware, why didn't Ryan stop him as he clubbed him to death?
None of this makes sense. Sinclair frowns and goes for the other Accu-Vox. Maybe that'll clear some things up.
He presses play and again, Suchong. "Advanced Deployment, Lot 111, Doctor Suchong, Client: Fontaine Futuristics. Baby is now a year old, weighs fifty-eight--"
no subject
Sinclair sets the audio diary back down, staring up again at the words painted across the cork board.
Would you kindly?
It's some sort of...trigger, something used for conditioning a person to obey. This is... This is mind control.
But what does it have to do with Jack? Is he--
Is this all about him?
Is that boy in the recording...
No, that's. That's impossible, Jack is too old to have known Suchong as a boy. That's somebody else in the recording. But even if the phrase isn't about him, this room is. And the phrase...must apply to him. Jesus, how long has this been going on?
And if Jack is a slave to three simple words, words of which Andrew Ryan was clearly aware, why didn't Ryan stop him as he clubbed him to death?
None of this makes sense. Sinclair frowns and goes for the other Accu-Vox. Maybe that'll clear some things up.
He presses play and again, Suchong. "Advanced Deployment, Lot 111, Doctor Suchong, Client: Fontaine Futuristics. Baby is now a year old, weighs fifty-eight--"