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A theory: just as sexual reproduction can de-emphasize the traits of each parent, so goes the effect of multiple realities on our own. Your traits dissipate, until they become unrecognizable, or cease to exist.
-- ergo, Elizabeth's DNA has been rewritten enough to make her genetically different with Booker/Comstock thus meaning it's not actually incest
''Romanovs? Mr. Dewitt, you can't just stay in New York your entire life. It's a waste of your potential.. besides You're willing to take me to Paris but not Russia? Bad things happen in France too..''
"Yeah, but if the French start giving me trouble, I can just punch them. Bunch o' pansies. The Russians? I ain't messing with them. You ever hear of a Russian winter? 'Sides, didn't I say I wanted to stay in New York. There's the Grand Canyon, and Las Vegas, New Orleans. Tons of stuff. Right here where everyone speaks the language I do."
''No.. no Booker. You're Bruce Willis.. and he's You. The terrorist kidnapped the cop's daughter and tried to use her for his own nefarious purpose.. There is always a man, always a city... I guess.. this time it was a few men.. and an entire country. Also.. next time.. he goes to Russia. Have you ever been to Russia, Booker? Because.. destiny is leading a version of you there..''
"I still don't like it. Never been to Russia. Wouldn't want to. All sorts of messes over there, with the Romanovs. I can smell a coup a mile away."
''Well.. you were a genius tech man in that one.. tried to save the country and they ignored you.. blacklisted you.. so rather than take it on the nose.. you put together a team and tried to take down the country. But Bruce Willis stopped you.. cause you kidnapped his Daught... wait hold on.. that might've been.. Comstock..''
"Great. I'm bald, an anarchist, a Lutece, and Comstock's Bruce Willis. Do I at least win?"
''Hey.. it's better than being bald.. Not shaved, I might add. Absolutely bald.. and you looked terrible.'' She smiled, before shaking her head. ''Sorry.. Computers as I'm talking about won't be around until the 50s.. but.. err okay.. think of a Kinetoscope.. that can be used with color picture, sound.. and can.. look up.. anything, anything.. I mean.. anything. You were using one to try and take over the Country.''
"Thanks for that. Good to know." He took it good-naturedly but still sent her a look. "That sounds complicated, just like running a country. Why on earth would I want anything to do with that?"
''I'm sorry.. Booker. Still attending to that distinction, obviously. You were bald, had a bar code tattooed on the back of your head.. and you were escorting a girl with a dragon tattoo on her face.. I think.. I hope she's not an alternate version of me.. don't get me started on the time you tried to take over America... with a computer.''
"If I'm running around bald, then you have a tattoo of a dragon on your face. Fair is fair, Elizabeth." He crinkled his nose. "Computer? What in the hell is that?"
''Mr. Dewitt.. Mr. Dewitt.. I was watching TV again.. and this time you were bald..'' [ I think I'm just going to bug you with Liz watching Olyphant movies]
"Bald? I don't have much going for me, but I at least have a decent head of hair. I hope there's no alternate universe where I'm bald. And I told you. It's Booker."
''No.. no I know the work you did.. but I also knew about your track record.. and how you... well.. Soldier to Pinkerton to Gambling.. I figured you wanted to try and grab money from somewhere.. I should probably stop talking now. Sorry.''
"Yeah but I still wouldn't..." He sighed. "Look, it's not your fault. I guess it's not that big of a jump to make."
