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[thinkin_man]

[The screen clicks on to show the man's figure crumpled by the pond. A low drone echos through the area, rumbling in his chest. He stirs softly and braces himself against the ground. It's clear a massive drill is attached to his right hand, while his left is gloved. Someone might be able to see the triangular marking etched on the back of his hand

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[video] going to bed like right now but man, I can't let Delta go untagged~

[presto_presto]

[The screen catches Cohen's attention - he knows that shape. For a guy who tries to forget that Rapture's latter days ever happened, a Big Daddy's not a welcome sight.]

No no no! Go back to your catacombs, and take your rust and salt water with you!

[voice]

[thinkin_man]

[Heavy breathing is heard. He's trying to make the device work. Soon it switches to text.]

Who are you? Where am I?

[video]

[presto_presto]

Somewhere far away from home, golem! Far away from your pit!

[This is like. The first time since he arrived that Cohen's missed a chance to introduce himself. He's really not happy over here.]

[thinkin_man]

[Delta recognizes that face. Wasn't he on that sign? If only he paid more attention to the names.]

I'm not just a golem, whoever you are.

[jesusing_clown]

Um, sir? Are you alright?

[text]

[thinkin_man]

I'm fine.

What is this place?

[audio]

[worldentire]

... D- There's no way.

Subject Delta, is that really you?!

[text]

[thinkin_man]

Sinclair?

I don't understand. Where are we?

[audio]

[worldentire]

...Well, hell, son. I didn't know you could do that. Would've been more useful back in Rapture.

You're in Wonderland now.

Sounds damn crazy, I know, but it's the truth. See, this here mansion has a nasty penchant for pluckin' people out've their daily lives and plunkin' 'em down here. Doesn't matter where they are. 'Course, my situation is different - some of us ...are. You, too, I'm sure. [He's totally assuming Delta knows he's dead. And that Delta knows he's supposed to be dead too, while we're at it.] But that doesn't stop it from just snatchin' us all out've the ether and keepin' us around.

It's not so bad here.

[fffitsalwaystext]

[thinkin_man]

Are what?

[Video]

[demiurgos_girl]

What's with all the people in diving suits recently...

Are you okay?

[text]

[thinkin_man]

I'm okay. Just confused.

I can't stay here, wherever this place is.

[video]

[demiurgos_girl]

I don't think any of us actually get a choice. [Something's nagging at the back of her head, and she finally realizes what it is. Lamb had shown her a picture of something like Delta a week or so ago.]

You're a Big Daddy, aren't you?

[text]

[thinkin_man]

I am, but none are like me. Call me Johnny.

[kindly_done]

[Having seen Sinclair get Omega'd during an event, Jack at first assumes it's him.]

Mister Sinclair! How did you--

[Wait a second. Something about the body language tells him this isn't who he thought it was.]

...not Sinclair.

[And therefore a threat. Jack starts to gather weapons--he's going out looking.]

[thinkin_man]

No. I'm not Sinclair.

Who are you?

[kindly_done]

[He looks back at the communicator as it makes a soft, unobtrusive sound to announce a reply.

It speaks.

Well, writes. Jack, still looking at the message, stunned, hangs his gun back on its high hook on the wall (he's had to do a lot of work to puppy- and child-proof his room).]

...Jack. My name's Jack. Who are you?

[thinkin_man]

Call me Johnny.