Further in, the Gatherer's Gardens weren't selling Plasmids. They were selling "Cracked Utilities." A vending machine offered "No-CD Telekinesis" (25% packet loss) and "Firewall Bypass Incinerate!" (May void warranty). She bought "Injector Swarm," a Plasmid that let her shoot a cloud of trojan horses that chewed through the splicers' rootkits.
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The real horror came at the heart of Rapture: the Kashmir Restaurant. Where the ballroom should have been, there was only a single, massive .RAR file, hovering like a black sun. From inside, she could hear the real Andrew Ryan, his voice trapped in the compression, screaming on a loop: "A man chooses... a man chooses... a man chooses..." Further in, the Gatherer's Gardens weren't selling Plasmids
