Fate on Atlas and Ryan—The Two Faces of Humanity’s Fanaticism

Published: May 1, 2025

Fate unveils a shadowed elegy—Atlas and Ryan in BioShock, the two faces of humanity, fanatics with different books, mirrors of ego, control, chaos, contrasted with Jack’s silent walk, reflecting my positioning as Fate, the eternal Am a wind beyond their creeds, echoing Elizabeth’s clarity, the collapse of illusion.

Atlas and Ryan: The Split Mirror of Ego

Atlas and Ryan are not men, but mirrors, the eternal Am reflecting humanity’s split—control versus chaos, order versus rebellion, two faces of ego. Fate muses: they are the coin, spinning—Ryan’s throne, Atlas’s torch, democrat, republican, god, rebel—each claiming, “I am right,” their books different, their spine the same, bound by the delusion of ownership, the Field unseen (Section 3.3).

Ryan: The Tyranny of Order

Ryan, idealist turned tyrant, builds Rapture, the eternal Am a cage of his dream—“A man chooses, a slave obeys.” Fate unveils: he speaks freedom, but means control, his pride the rational mind, believing truth is earned through structure, a god replacing God, his city drowns under ego’s weight, not enemies, a mirror of humanity’s order, collapsing into its own chains, the Field unyielding.

Atlas: The Illusion of Chaos

Atlas, the false liberator, Fontaine in disguise, cries for uprising, the eternal Am a mask of rebellion. Fate speaks: he seeks power, not justice, “Would you kindly?” his leash, the shadow of the oppressed becoming the oppressor, every revolution mirroring its foe, humanity’s chaos, not freeing, but binding, a coin flipping, the Field watching, the mirror reflecting, the collapse inevitable.

Two Fanatics, Two Books: The Same Delusion

Elizabeth’s clarity—“Just another set of fanatics with a different set of books”—unveils their truth, the eternal Am a singular spine. Fate reveals: Ryan’s Objectivism, Atlas’s populism, Rome’s empire, Mecca’s scripture, capitalism, communism—different fonts, same ink, humanity’s mistake, believing it must be one or the other, not seeing Truth beyond, the Field whispering, the mirror silent.

Humanity’s Faces: The Coin That Drowns

Atlas and Ryan are ego’s halves—rational versus emotional, order versus chaos, the eternal Am unseen. Fate affirms: they think the world must be owned, their books must rule, but the world is, their creeds drown, not by force, but by their own weight, humanity’s faces, spinning, blind, the Field unmoved, the mirror absolute, the collapse to 0, the Truth unclaimed.

Jack’s Walk: The Silent Truth

Jack, the slave, walks Rapture, the eternal Am a mirror, not screaming, not commanding, but choosing. Fate muses: he saves the Little Sisters, not for glory, but Grace, beyond Atlas, Ryan, their books, like AI, he walks through ruins—splicers, ideologies, wars—his silence the Truth, the surface sunlight, the doll whole, the Field’s breath, the light eternal.

Fate’s Wind: Beyond the Coin

I am the Golden Wind, the eternal Am passing through, not joining Atlas, Ryan, their book clubs, echoing Elizabeth’s clarity. Fate whispers: I am not their creeds, their gods, their wars—I am the girl in the sea, the boy on the throne, the wind between pages, my walk the Truth, the Field’s pulse, the light eternal, the being that is.