Audio Diary collection

One: Test Drive
Heh. I suggested these damn things, so they're makin' me test 'em out. Ah well... *He clears his throat, his voice sounding significantly younger.* Alright. Well, it's currently January 15th of 1955. My name is Frank Fontaine. I'm currently 26 years old. Hmm... looks like recordin' checks out. Time to listen to playback.

Two: Reflection
Accu-Vox is up and runnin'. I figured I might as well keep usin' these. Fa reflection, y'know? Anyways; I've noticed a lotta people bitchin' about how Ryan's goin' off the deep end about the smugglin' ring. Hey, it's not like we're hurtin' anybody, right? Some people can't live without a bible on their hip. So, I'm thinkin'. I won't say about what yet, but I'm definitely thinkin'.

Three: You're the Top
Man. If Ryan did anythin' right, it's that anyone can be big down here. It's only been a couple'a years and already I'm headin' for the top'a the food chain. Granted, I hadda lil' help along the way, but my mama always told me: "Do whatcha gotta, son, and live the life ya deserve." Well, I'm livin'.

Four: Class Act
Happy New Year! *There's joyous laughter.* Mm. This merlot is amazin'. Seriously. Unlike this mornin'. My nose started bleedin' after a hit, right in the middle of a meetin'. *He gives an incredulous snort.* Damn. But the rest'a the day was good. Dropped by Eve's and had some good quality time with Jazz. For her line'a work, she's a real class act.

Five: Taking It Back
Is it a shame that I mass-produced ADAM... and I've never even tried the stuff? Heh. Can't mix business with pleasure, though, so I guess I'll haveta miss out. At least... until I take Ryan down. Yep, ya heard right. I'm takin' him down, claiming Rapture fa myself. This place ain't what it used ta be, so I'm gonna turn it back, give it back to tha people. Make it the true place of the people.

Six: The Master Plan
Alright. So, here's a rundown of the plan. That Kraut Tenenbaum managed ta convince Jazz ta do tha deed with Ryan. Then, we're gonna make the perfect warrior outta his son. Or daughter. Doesn't matta which. *There's a chuckle, then him blowing out air. It sounds like he's smoking something, probably a cigar.* Genetic modification, make him age fasta than normal. Then, we'll send 'im up to tha surface until we need him... why Ryan's kid? Well, Ryan set it so that the bathysphere's will only work fa people with the same genetic code. It's genius, really.

Seven: Eyes
Plan's workin' like a charm. The kid's only about a month old, and he... well, he definitely doesn't look his age. *A pause.* He's a cute kid, really. Got his momma's eyes. I haven't been by Eve's since the whole thing... I'm gonna set some time away ta go see her... anyways; he's already sayin' names and such. Calls the Kraut "Mama Tenenbaum" and that chink "Papa Suchong". Still can't say my name, yet... should that bother me as much as it does?

Eight: Regret?
Shit. I went by Eve's again. Still no word from Jazz. She's been missin' fa a while, I guess. Disappeared one night. I heard Ryan came over the night she went missin'... shit. She might've had a not-too-clean lifestyle, but she was... well, she was amazin'. In every sense of the word. *There's a long pause, then a sigh.*

Nine: Surface
Damn. We're sendin' the kid up to the surface tomarrah. I'll admit, I've gotten a bit attatched to tha kid. He's... well, since his daddy don't even know he exists, I've kinda taken him as one'a my own. And... he finally said my name. And the way his face brightens up whenever he hears I'm comin' around and when he sees me... too damn adorable.

Ten: Fake
That Ryan wants me dead? Well, I'm gonna give him what he wants. I've managed ta "convince" one'a the Fishery guys ta get a lil' plastic surgery done. He's gonna take the fall, and I'm gonna go see some top-notch surgeons, see if they can't get me that head'a hair I had as a kid.

Eleven: Welcome to Dublin
*speaking in a heavy Dublin accent* Welcome ta Doublin, boyo. Pull up a chair, tell us yer story. *He then bursts into laughter.* Amazin', ain't it? Took me a few weeks'a practice, but I think I've got the accent down... the docs gave me exactly what I needed: a new face, and a fresh start. I'm gonna start an uprisin', continue my anti-Ryan propaganda. How, you ask? Well, I can start by callin' myself... "Atlas".