User blog:Mr Bio Shock/Imperium: The dream

32 year old Orson Ryan had just sat up in his rather cushy bed and automaticaly turned his head towards a wondow directly to his left, expecting to see a bright San Fransisco dawn. Instead, he was met with the dull light cast by sunlight reflecting off the waters on the surface. It was 2003 and the grand underwater city of Imperium was under construction, but was progressing rapidly. Orson's new employer, Simon Nelis, had chosen to build the city about 30 miles off Miami, Florida. The very center of Imperium had been built already and workers were expanding off that. Right now, the city took up about 10 square miles of ocean floor. Imperium was going to be something great, Orson just knew it.

He got out of bed and dressed before heading down the staircase of his vast undwerwater apartment. He turned into the kitchen and saw that his wife Arya was already eating breakfast. She smiled at him and said "You're late." As she pushed a plate of bacon and eggs in his direction. Orson ate and thought about his day. He had a meeting with Mr. Nelis at 1:00 and it was about 11:00 AM right now and Orson would have to get a move on, as the fledging Imperium Metro could be unreliable at times with all the construction. He finished his breakfast and got ready for the morning. Arya had a meeting with a group of architects at 2:30, but she didn't have to hurry. Orson kissed her and hurried down to the Metro system that was about 80% complete. He joined several utility workers and a few security personnel, all of whom greeted him with a hearty "Mr. Ryan!" Orson has become well known in the city and Mr. Nelis made it very clear that he was a big-wig around here.

The tube shapped Metro train truddled to a stop. The Metro system used a system of tight, glass tunnels which were supposed to cut down on friction. Orson took a seat and gazed out the indow of the city sprawling across the ocean floor. Several "Surfacescrapers" stood, half completed, in the backround. Orson could slightly make out flashes of welding equipment and mini submarines ferrying materials around. The third stop was the recently completed Sentenial district, the city government district. Orson brushed past the bussling figures of workmen, politicians, bussiness men, and U.S government figures, including what looked like a few FBI agents. He took the elevator up to Mr. Nelis's office, which was at the top of the Government Tower, where all city actions took place. He was rung up into his office. Orson entered his lavish office, covered in paintings and Persian rugs.

He saw Nelis leaning over a blueprint for some sort of mall, making little annotations here and there. Orson walked up to him. Nelis looked up. "Mr. Ryan! Glad to see you. Sit please, we need to talk about some urgent matters." Orson took a seat. "What is it, sir?" he asked. Nelis looked straight into his eyes. "Mr. Ryan, what if you could have the most fantastic powers any man could possibly imagine, AND more? What price would you pay for something like this?" Orson thought for a moment, wondering what this little question had to do with Imperium."

"Well, sir, that's pretty mind boggling, but I'm sure quite a sum." he responded. Nelis smiled and reached into a desk drawer. "Wrong. What if I told you that amazing abilites could be available at any mans fingertips? Imposssible? I can proudly say, no."