A programmer is going out for a stroll one evening. His wife asks him to swing by the store and pick up a gallon of milk, and if they had eggs, to get a dozen. He returned with twelve gallons of milk and said “They had eggs.”
To build a city at the bottom of the sea! Insanity. But where else could we be free from the clutching hand of the Parasites? Where else could we build an economy that they would not try to control, a society that they would not try to destroy? It was not impossible to build Rapture at the bottom of the sea.
We get along really well, and I would actually be devastated if we didn’t come back — and I don’t feel that way about many jobs. There’s just something about this crew of people and where we’re going and what it feels like — and this is going to be a terrible metaphor, I can just feel it — that’s like being in the middle of a black diamond course with all this momentum, weaving through trees, and then there’s this big snowplow in front of you.