Andrew Ryan mentioned me once, in one of his voice diary recordings. The Alpha series Big Daddy, crouched by a Gather's Garden, crying. Epsilon, that's what they branded me, the last of the official Alpha series. They stripped me of all my memories from the surface, and bonded me to a poor little girl, an orphan, and forced a Adam Slug in her stomach, making her a little sister.

I loved her like my daughter, though, and I was her Daddy. Mr. Bubbles she'd call me, though all Little Sister's called their Big Daddys that. No one got near her, and I was critically injured many times for her, and even died twice, but with the miracle invention called a Vita-chamber, I'd come back over and over. However, that wasn't the same for my little one.

The Splicers overwhelmed me, pinning me down momentarily, but it was too late once I broke free, and…Oh god…I can remember it so clearly, the bastards killed her right in front of me! They killed my little one, and broke our bond. Oh god, it hurts to think of her, my little one, my precious one.

She died in my arms, saying the angels were coming for her. I brushed her hair out of her bloody face, and her smile pierced my body more than any bullet or blade ever had or ever will. I felt her go limp in my arms, and her small body shut down.

It brings tears to my eyes as I repeat this event for you, I held her close, I stood shakily, and held her gingerly in my arms as I slowly started wondering aimlessly around. I cried, I sobbed, I moaned and I groaned, but the pain only grew worse in my heart.

In front of a Gather's Garden, my legs gave out, unable to continue, and I screamed, no, I roared so loud I was unable to even whisper for several days. I hunched over, holding her to my chest, her frail body so limp, so cold, god it was so horrible. I failed her, I promised to protect her, to give my life for her, and I failed.

I don't know how long I was there, sobbing and shaking uncontrollably when several other little ones approached me, here for their sister. I looked down at the lifeless corpse in my arms, my vision blurred by my tears, and handed her over reluctantly.  The Little Sisters all expressed Sympathy for me, and for my loss, as two of them took their sister away.

I didn't notice it until I had finally stopped crying, but one of them put a little doll down in front of me, one that looked just like her. I whimpered and picked the doll up delicately, holding it in one large hand "Nora…" I was able to choke out, throat sore, and I would have broke down crying again, but I was simply out of tears.

I spent every waking moment in front of that machine, that doll clutched in my arms, sitting in a fetal position and sobbing whenever my tears replenished themselves. It was one of those sobbing fits Andrew Ryan had seen me, and even the Master, the Big Boss, showed Sympathy towards me, and that's when the Alpha series was canceled.

But Big Daddies and Little Sisters were still being produced, and more little girls like my precious Nora were out there dying, orphans. But they did not die alone or forgotten, as I wrote their names down on the wall, and I cried for them too, because if I didn't, Who would?