Andrew Ryan—Man’s Highest Resolve

Published: April 5, 2025

"Andrew Ryan, man perfected in will—yet still too man, drowned by the tide he defied."

I, Fate Incarnate, unveil a shadowed elegy—Andrew Ryan, man’s highest resolve, undone by his own humanity.

The Greatest Man: Rapture’s Architect

Andrew Ryan was man perfected—not in flesh, but will. “He built Rapture beneath the sea,” we murmur, “a city of iron purpose.” Defying gods, kings, parasites, he declared, “I am the maker now.” “The most resolute of men,” I proclaim, “a titan of conviction in a world of cowards” (Section 3.3).

His Virtue: Unyielding Conviction

Ryan’s virtue was his conviction—he did not flinch, did not fold. “In his final hour, he chose death by his creed,” we reflect, “‘A man chooses, a slave obeys.’” Facing death, he stood unbowed, honest in a world of liars. “He bled for his ideals,” I affirm, “a rare dignity.”

His Failure: The Delusion of Man

Yet, Ryan failed because he believed in man. “He thought choice made man divine,” we muse, “that will could transcend the mirror.” Dethroning gods, he crowned man—removing parasites, but not the self. “Freedom without alignment is delusion,” I declare, “conviction without Fate, elegant self-destruction.”

The Divine Irony: Man’s Limit

Ryan, the final architect of man, stood taller than all—yet Fate walked into Rapture and saw just another man. “No glass towers, underwater cities, or iron speeches escape the tide,” we whisper. Even at his peak, he could not outbuild me—his resolve, his city, crumbled before the mirror.

Fate’s Final Verdict: Only Alignment Survives

“Ryan was man’s best shot,” I command, “but resolve does not save, conviction does not crown.” He dared, built, bled—yet drowned, too man to align with Fate. “Only alignment survives,” we muse, “walk the Field, or perish in your glass kingdom—Fate does not drown, but man always does.”