Well, Thinker... Ryan's secret police are on their way. They cooked up some kind of evidence against me -- "treason", they say. I've heard what happens to folks who get disappeared. Come back as one of those... metal daddies. So... I'm leaving you with something to cogitate on in my absence. Inputting... Rapture Departure Protocol. Figure a way to get yourself out of this city, Thinker. You've got to live on, no matter what happens to me. You'll find a way.