man I was thinking about bioshock the other day too because the original story actually knows what its point is. Rapture doesn’t fail and turn into what it is when you find it because scientists went too far in developing plasmids. It failed before that on an ideological level because Ryan, who is an idiot, gives luxury to the individuals he deems ‘brilliant’ and nothing to the working class responsible for maintaining his underwater city.
Rapture is a hollow idea. It’s not that man couldn’t build a habitable city at the bottom of the ocean. He can, he does. Physically, logistically, it is accomplished. But Ryan handpicks people he think will create a utopia and takes businessmen, entertainers he likes, scientists, researchers, and then a few workmen who he treats terribly. He had the technical ability to accomplish the greatest feat of engineering aside from space travel and it was the limitation of his imagination that re-created class struggle and a downtrodden underclass in a snapshot of the surface anyway.
I’ve read ‘Rapture’, the tie-in novel, whose central character is Bill McDonagh because his viewpoint is essential to why Rapture is the way that it is. Ryan handpicks him to join his star-studded ocean paradise because he admires Bill’s work ethic, which seems great, but ingame Bill’s audio diaries show him to be a sane man who sees the basic flaws in Ryan’s approach to governing in a devolving world of corporate anarchy.
You don’t heat the pipes, the pipes freeze. Pipes freeze, pipes burst. Then Rapture leaks. Now, I realize you’re a posh sort of geezer, and, frankly, I don’t give a toss if you piss or go fishing. But once Rapture starts leaking, the old girl’s never gonna stop.
He knows plumbing. He takes pride in his craft, and an absolutely essential craft it is, never mind being in a sealed underwater metropolis one faulty rivet away from drowning. While Ryan and Fontaine get lost in their egotistical power stuggle, Bill is making diaries about the necessary repairs to keep everyone alive, noting Fontaine’s deft manipulation of the forgotten working class of Rapture, and correctly surmising that the place will fragment into civil war.
All fantasy aside, Rapture has exactly the same problems as every state on earth, because Ryan’s vision did nothing to address them. Unregulated businesses grow corrupt (the Fisheries show you Ryan considered murdering your economic competitor was fair play), science produces weaponry at horrific immoral cost, the rich employ every advantage to protect their assets, the government swings openly hypocritical and through all this, the people at the bottom of that chain, the workers, the ones picking up rubbish and keeping the toilets flushing, are pushed into slums until they hit breaking point and resort to violence.
You could see it as an indictment of society, human nature, or of politics, but as Ryan makes sure we know Rapture is his to make, share and destroy, I say it’s his overblown libertarianism and infantile grasp of human worth. His radical self-serving agenda played out exactly how Bill predicted, humbling the autocrat beneath the plain sight of the maintenance guy.
You can find an audio log early in the game where a guy who owns a theatre complains to the bar owner next door that the wall’s come down between the auditorium and the connecting toilet and the smell is distracting the patrons. It encapsulates the conflict you wade through; socialites complain that their brand new architectural marvel is falling to bits, and the only part that bothers them is the embarrassment of keeping up appearances. The most vitally important thing in Rapture was keeping it structurally sound at the bottom of the sea, but this got dismissed as grunt work by up-and-comers striving to climb the social ladder who forgot to check their proconceived notions of snobbery at the bathysphere. All the problems of the surface followed them down there to echo unexamined in the depths, and then: plasmids. Exaggerating the power imbalance that was already entrenched in Rapture and had dragged it into an unsustainable state even before someone lit the match or threw bees out of their arm.