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Boston Tales, a Fallout 4 story
by Wotan Tue May 05, 2020 4:25 am
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Welcome to the post-apocalyptic world of the Commonwealth, future Boston. You know the drill by now, click on the thumbnails to se the full-size screenshots. Sensitive nude scenes will be posted as a link only, click to see. Have fun and enjoy.
Sanctuary Hills, Boston, October 23 2077
Baby Shaun had just received a change when Codsworth called his masters to the living room. The news reporter on television gave the terrible news - the bombs had fallen...
Nate carried the baby as he ran with his wife, Norma, to Vault 111...
Nate's family had been listed entry to the vault. Many others were not that lucky. They barely made it to the entrance platform before the bombs fell...
Welcome to the post-apocalyptic world of the Commonwealth, future Boston. You know the drill by now, click on the thumbnails to se the full-size screenshots. Sensitive nude scenes will be posted as a link only, click to see. Have fun and enjoy.
Sanctuary Hills, Boston, October 23 2077
Baby Shaun had just received a change when Codsworth called his masters to the living room. The news reporter on television gave the terrible news - the bombs had fallen...
Nate carried the baby as he ran with his wife, Norma, to Vault 111...
Nate's family had been listed entry to the vault. Many others were not that lucky. They barely made it to the entrance platform before the bombs fell...
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Re: Boston Tales, a Fallout 4 story
by Wotan Tue May 05, 2020 6:06 pm
"I think you've stepped into the wrong place, sweetheart. You don't look like you need the Memory Den. Do you even know what we do here?" Irma said. "No idea. What is this place?" Norma wondered. "The name's kind of a big hint. Memories. We let our... selective clients relive the past. And we don't accept just anyone." "Why not?" "Look, it's no secret that reliving a memory can be about having a good time, or helpful in remembering something you've forgotten or lost. But like anything worth doing in life, it's got a kick to it. And the first time can be... traumatic. So I keep the client list very small. People I trust. It helps us avoid a lot of unpleasantness," Irma said. "You're cautious, I respect that. But I think I can handle it, if you'll just give me a chance." "Well, I suppose there's no harm in giving you a trial run. Now, memories involving other people are easiest. Recent events involving loved ones. Does anything come to mind?" "I lost my baby recently. Kidnapping. I'd do anything to see him again," Norma said. "A missing child? That's awful. I'm so sorry, sweetheart, but I think we can help you. All right, sit down in the lounger. Let's see what memory we can find," Irma said. "Oh, another physician. Tell me, where did you go to university?" Curie said. "University? You're not serious, right?" Amari said. "Doctor Amari! We have a new client. Can you find a memory we can plug into?" Irma said. "What kind of memory are we looking for?" "Our client is a mother. Look for a memory about her baby." "All right, scanning the hippocampus... I've found something! Very recent. The sync with the temporal lobes is strong," Amari said. "That's the one! Lift the curtain, honey, it's show-time," Irma said. "Here you are. Your memory. Just relax. We'll be monitoring your vitals on this end."
"Oh my god!" Doctor Amari said. "We're reaching the end of the memory. Hold on. Try to calm down... your blood pressure is spiking... I'll have you out of there in... three... two... one..."
Norma emerges from the lounger gasping for air, her breathing shaky...
"Easy there, sweetheart. Easy... I'm so sorry. If I had any idea we were going to put you through that again, I would've said no," Irma said. "Those people kidnapped my baby. I have to find them," Norma said. "I wouldn't even know where to start, honey. No, what you need is a detective. I have a friend. Nick Valentine. He works out of Diamond City. Trust me, honey, he's the best. He can find anyone," Irma said. "Your memories of Vault 111... I'm so sorry we put you through that again," Amari said. "Nick Valentine, honey. Diamond City. He'll help you. I'm sorry your first time here was so... well... all I can say is that you're very brave. Enjoying yourself in Goodneighbor? It's a heck of a town, ain't it?" Irma said.
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Re: Boston Tales, a Fallout 4 story
by Wotan Tue May 05, 2020 6:09 pm
When they left the Memory Den, Hancock was standing on his balcony, talking to the crown below...
"Hey, everyone! Gather 'round! Let's kick the breeze back... shoot the fat... Now, I know you all are doing your own thing. But I don't want anyone here to forget what matters... Hey Daisy, glad you could make it. How's my favorite girl doing? Didn't I see you on a date with Marowski the other day?" he said. "He wishes!" "All right, all right. We're getting off track. What was I saying? Oh, that's right! What matters... We freaks gotta stick together! And the best way to stick together is to keep an eye out for what drives us apart, you feel me?" "Yeah, you tell it like it is, Hancock! Been talk about Vault 81. Some problem there you were caught up in? Quarantine or some such? Damn, you get around," the Neighborhood atch said. "What kind of twisted, un'neighborly boogeyman would want to hurt our peaceful community?" Hancock asked. "The Institute and their synths!" Carol said. "That's right! Who said that? Come up to my office, later. You've earned yourself some Jey. The Institute! They're the real enemy! Not the Raiders, not the Super Mutants, not even those tools over in Diamond City." "I don't know, Hancock. I'd sure love to give MvDonough a kick in the ass!" one Neighborhood atch said. "Hey, we all know I got my own personal beef with that lard-head, but stay focused! Now, I want everyone to keep the Institute in mind. When someone starts acting funny. When people are doing things they don't normally do. When family starts pushing you away for no reason. We all know who's behind that kind of shit. And the only way to stop it is to stick together. They can't control us if we're not afraid! Now who's scare of the Institute?" "Not us! Goodneighbor! Hanckock! Of the people! For the people!" the Neighborhood Watch sheered.
They left Goodneighbor...
"Hey, everyone! Gather 'round! Let's kick the breeze back... shoot the fat... Now, I know you all are doing your own thing. But I don't want anyone here to forget what matters... Hey Daisy, glad you could make it. How's my favorite girl doing? Didn't I see you on a date with Marowski the other day?" he said. "He wishes!" "All right, all right. We're getting off track. What was I saying? Oh, that's right! What matters... We freaks gotta stick together! And the best way to stick together is to keep an eye out for what drives us apart, you feel me?" "Yeah, you tell it like it is, Hancock! Been talk about Vault 81. Some problem there you were caught up in? Quarantine or some such? Damn, you get around," the Neighborhood atch said. "What kind of twisted, un'neighborly boogeyman would want to hurt our peaceful community?" Hancock asked. "The Institute and their synths!" Carol said. "That's right! Who said that? Come up to my office, later. You've earned yourself some Jey. The Institute! They're the real enemy! Not the Raiders, not the Super Mutants, not even those tools over in Diamond City." "I don't know, Hancock. I'd sure love to give MvDonough a kick in the ass!" one Neighborhood atch said. "Hey, we all know I got my own personal beef with that lard-head, but stay focused! Now, I want everyone to keep the Institute in mind. When someone starts acting funny. When people are doing things they don't normally do. When family starts pushing you away for no reason. We all know who's behind that kind of shit. And the only way to stop it is to stick together. They can't control us if we're not afraid! Now who's scare of the Institute?" "Not us! Goodneighbor! Hanckock! Of the people! For the people!" the Neighborhood Watch sheered.
They left Goodneighbor...
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Re: Boston Tales, a Fallout 4 story
by Wotan Tue May 05, 2020 6:12 pm
Norma used her Pip-Boy to open the Vault...
"So, I got a question. Why the hell would anyone build a Vault out of a subway station? This place is like... the opposite of air-tight." "Because they weren't planning to use it, you moron. We used to pull this con all the time back before the war. Get a bunch of union boys to work some construction job that would go nowhere. Keep everyone on payroll."
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Re: Boston Tales, a Fallout 4 story
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"Don't give me that crap, Valentine. You know nothin'. You got nothin'." "Lousy cheating card shark I think were his exact words. Then he struck the name across three times." "Three strikes? In the black book? But I never... Oh no... I gotta smoothe this over! Fast!"
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Re: Boston Tales, a Fallout 4 story
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"Hey, you. I don't know who you are, but we got three minutes before they realize muscles-for-brains ain't coming back. Get this door open. You gotta hack that terminal to open this door."
"Gotta love the irony of the reverse damsel-in-distress scenario. Question is, why did our heroine risk life and limb for an old private eye?" "Tracking a murderer. The bastard who shot my husband. Took my baby. I don't even have a clue who he is or where he's gone," Norma said. "So, you need a little angel of vengeance, huh? Well, I don't usually go after blood money, but I guess I can make an exception. I've been cooped up in here for weeks. Turns out the runaway daughter I came here to find wasn't kidnapped. She's Skinny Malone's new flame, and she's got a mean streak. Anyway, you got troubles, and I'm glad to help. But now ain't the time. Let's blow this joint. Then we'll talk. Malone's crew here used to be small time, muscled out of the old neighborhood by bigger players. Until they found this place. Don't know what happened to the previous owners, but they're not exactly around to charge rent. An empty vault. Perfect hideout."
"How do you want to do this?" Valentine wondered.
He hardly had time to finish the sentence before Norma nd Barb opened fire on the thugs...
"Hard and loud, huh? Well, it gets the job done. Too bad for whoever cleans up the floors..." he said.
"This door's on the fritz. Let me see if I can get it open... Almost got it... there we are. Hell of a lot easier to do when the lock isn't on the other side..." Valentine said.
"Gotta love the irony of the reverse damsel-in-distress scenario. Question is, why did our heroine risk life and limb for an old private eye?" "Tracking a murderer. The bastard who shot my husband. Took my baby. I don't even have a clue who he is or where he's gone," Norma said. "So, you need a little angel of vengeance, huh? Well, I don't usually go after blood money, but I guess I can make an exception. I've been cooped up in here for weeks. Turns out the runaway daughter I came here to find wasn't kidnapped. She's Skinny Malone's new flame, and she's got a mean streak. Anyway, you got troubles, and I'm glad to help. But now ain't the time. Let's blow this joint. Then we'll talk. Malone's crew here used to be small time, muscled out of the old neighborhood by bigger players. Until they found this place. Don't know what happened to the previous owners, but they're not exactly around to charge rent. An empty vault. Perfect hideout."
"How do you want to do this?" Valentine wondered.
He hardly had time to finish the sentence before Norma nd Barb opened fire on the thugs...
"Hard and loud, huh? Well, it gets the job done. Too bad for whoever cleans up the floors..." he said.
"This door's on the fritz. Let me see if I can get it open... Almost got it... there we are. Hell of a lot easier to do when the lock isn't on the other side..." Valentine said.
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Re: Boston Tales, a Fallout 4 story
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"More stairs? Who built this damn Vault, a fitness instructor? Skinny Malone and the rest of his boys are waiting for us, somewhere. The name's, uh, ironic, vut don't let that fool you. He's dangerous," Valentine said.
"Another locked door. Shouldn't be too hard... Okay, I got it, but I hear big fat footsteps on the other side. Once we step through this door, get ready for anything," Valentine said.
"Nicky? What're you doin'? You come into my house. Shoot up my guys. You have any idea how much this is gonna set me back?" Skinny Malone said. "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for your two-timing dame, Skinny. You ought to tell het to write home more often," Valentine said. "Awww... poor little, Valentine. Ashamed you got beat up by a girl? I'll just run back home to daddy, shall I?" Darla said. "Should've left it alone, Nicky. This ain't the old neighborhood. In this Vault, I'm king of the castle, you hear me? And I ain't lettin' some private dick shut us down now that I finally got a good thing goin'!" "I told you we should've just kiled him, but then you had to get all sentimental! All that stupid crap about the old times." "Darla, I'm handling this! Skinny Malone's always got things under control!" he said. "Oh yeah, then what's this lady doing here, huh? Valentine must have brought her here to rub us all out!" she said. "Wait. Skinny. Remember the Quarry. Lilly June on the rocks. Ring any bells?" Norma said. "How the hell did you know about that? Okay. You three can go. You got until the count of ten. Then I don't care what happened in the old days. You're dead." "What are you doin', Skinny? Kil 'em!" "No, Darla. They get one chance to leave. Skinny Malone's puttin' his foot down," he said. "My mother was right. You mobsters are all just talk," Darla said. "We better get out of here. Fast," Valentine said.
"Another locked door. Shouldn't be too hard... Okay, I got it, but I hear big fat footsteps on the other side. Once we step through this door, get ready for anything," Valentine said.
"Nicky? What're you doin'? You come into my house. Shoot up my guys. You have any idea how much this is gonna set me back?" Skinny Malone said. "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for your two-timing dame, Skinny. You ought to tell het to write home more often," Valentine said. "Awww... poor little, Valentine. Ashamed you got beat up by a girl? I'll just run back home to daddy, shall I?" Darla said. "Should've left it alone, Nicky. This ain't the old neighborhood. In this Vault, I'm king of the castle, you hear me? And I ain't lettin' some private dick shut us down now that I finally got a good thing goin'!" "I told you we should've just kiled him, but then you had to get all sentimental! All that stupid crap about the old times." "Darla, I'm handling this! Skinny Malone's always got things under control!" he said. "Oh yeah, then what's this lady doing here, huh? Valentine must have brought her here to rub us all out!" she said. "Wait. Skinny. Remember the Quarry. Lilly June on the rocks. Ring any bells?" Norma said. "How the hell did you know about that? Okay. You three can go. You got until the count of ten. Then I don't care what happened in the old days. You're dead." "What are you doin', Skinny? Kil 'em!" "No, Darla. They get one chance to leave. Skinny Malone's puttin' his foot down," he said. "My mother was right. You mobsters are all just talk," Darla said. "We better get out of here. Fast," Valentine said.
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Re: Boston Tales, a Fallout 4 story
by Wotan Tue May 05, 2020 6:44 pm
"How did you know where to find me?" Valentine wondered. "Your secretary, Ellie. She sent me," Norma said. "She did? I should give her a raise. Now, you mentioned something about a missing person. No trace of where they've gone. I want you to come to my office in Diamond City. Give me all the details. Besides, I think you've earned a chance to sit down and clear your head." "I'll meet you there." "See you in Diamond City," he said.
Heavily pregnant, though, Norma went to Vault 88...
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With the baby born, Norma returned to Sanctuary...
The baby born, Norma's libido sky-rocketed and it had to be satisfied...
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Heavily pregnant, though, Norma went to Vault 88...
https://ibb.co/HtyqHGy With the baby born, Norma returned to Sanctuary...
The baby born, Norma's libido sky-rocketed and it had to be satisfied...
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Re: Boston Tales, a Fallout 4 story
by Wotan Tue May 05, 2020 6:49 pm
"Days go by pretty fast, right?" Barb said. "My dear, you're perfect. I only wish I had realized that sooner," Zwicky said. "Then by the power invesued in me, I pronounce you man and wife!" Clements said.
Miss Edna, the teacher robot approached Norma...
"You helped me make a very big decision. Thank you. I thin I know what this love is now," she said.
"Nick!? Oh god, it's really you!" Ellie said. "Well, it's hard to mistake this mug for anyone else," Valentine said. "Hmph. You keep laughing at death, someday, death's going to laugh back." "Not as long as I got a few friends to back me up." "You saved Nick, this agency, and my job. Thank you," she said. "Can we get started on my case?" Norma said. "Oh, of course! There's just a small clerical thing we need to clear up. Here. I know an amount wasn't on the table when you went out to find him, but you deserve a reward. Plus a little something extra. You know, if you're looking for work, and don't mind putting on the detective hat, Nick sure could use a new partner." "Whoa. One case at a time, Ellie. Our new friend needs our help, first. All right. Let's get down to business. Take a seat. Make yourself comfortable. When you're trying to find someone who's missing, the devil is in the details. Tell me everything you can, no matter how... painful it might be," Valentine said. "We're looking for my baby, Shaun. He's less than a year old. Why would anyone take him?" Norma said. "A good question. Why your family in particular, and why an infant? Someone would be taking on all of his care, and a baby needs a lot of it. What else can you tell me?" "We were in a Vault when it happened. Vault 111. It was some kind of cryo facility." "You were on ice, huh? More importantly, you were underground. Sealed up. That's a lot of obstacles to get through just to take one person. Anything else you remember?" Valentine said. "My husband was... murdered. He was trying to keep them from taking Shaun and they... they just..." "It's okay. You don't need to say anything more," Ellie said. "So we're talking about a group of cold-blooded killers, but thet waited until something went wrong to resort to violonce. That confirms it. This isn't a random kidnapping. Whoever took your kid had an agenda. Hmm... There's a lot of groups in the Commonwealth that take people. Raiders, Super Mutants, the Gunners, and of course, there's the Institute," Valentine said. "Who are the Gunners?" "High-end mercenaries. No job too brutal. They're in the running as likely suspects, but they wouldn't be the ones pulling the strings." "You think Raiders might have done this?" she said. "I honestly doubt it. They can barely organize themselves. let alone pull off something this complicated." "Super Mutants? What are they?" "Big, green, muscles on muscles. In other words, hard to miss. I think we can safely rule them out," he said. "So you think the Institute is responsible?" "Well, they're the boogeyman of the Commonwealth. Something goes wrong, everyone blames them. asy to see why. Those early model synths of theirs strip whole towns for parts, killing everything in their way. Then you got the newer models, good as human, that infiltrate cities and pull strings from the shadows. Worst of all, no one knows why they do it, what their plan is, or where they are. Not even me, and I'm a synth myself. A discarded prototype, anyway." "You're a prototype?" Norma said. "As far as I know. Never seen another synth like myself. There's the older ones that are dumb as rocks and all metal, then there's the newer ones that are almost human. I'm somewhere in between." "You don't know anything about them? Really?" "Some kind of security setting strips or blocks out those memories. And it's not just me. Any synth that gets trashed, left behind, or escaped the Institute has the same problem. Probably some kind of failsafe," Valentine said. "Either way, I need to find Shaun." "Youre right. This speculation is getting us off track. Let's focus on what you saw. What did those kidnappers look like?" "I'll never forget that voice. Low and rough. Like sandpaper on your face," she said. "Hmm... not much to go on, but a tough commanding voice can get someone pretty far in the violence business... What else?" "One of them came right up to me. Bald head, scar across his left eye," she said. "Wait. It couldn't be... You didn't hear the name Kellog at all, did you?" "Who is he? Do you think he has Shaun?" "Hmm... it's way too big of a coincidence... Ellie, what notes do we have about the Kellog case?" he said. "The description matches. Bald head. Scar. Reputation for dangerous mercenary work, but no one knows who his employer is." "And he bought a house here in town, right? And he had a kid with him, didn't he?" "Yeah, that's right. The house in the abandoned wst Stands. The boy with him was around ten years old," Ellie said. "Maybe it's another kidnapped kid," Norma said. "Yeah. Either that, or he's got a son of his own. Not a comforthing thought in any case... Both of them vanished a while ago. Haven't been heard or seen since. Let's you and I take a walk over to Kellog's last known address. See if we can snoop out where he went," Valentine said. "Security doesn't really go to that part of town, but you two should still be careful," Ellie said. "I always am..." the synth said.
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"I didn't want Ellie to hear this, but I think you should know. Everything I dug up about Kellog before his disappearance is bad news. He's more than just a mercenary. He's a professional. Quick, clean, thorough. Has no ebemies, because they're all dead... Except you. But nine to one odds says he's our man. It's more than just you identifying his distinguishing features. The MO is all him as well. Leading a small team to kidnap a baby, and leaving one of the parents alive for later? Bot many mercs in the Commonwealth can pull that off. Here we are. Keep an eye out, will ya? Let's see if I can get this open. That's one heck of a lock... Got something to hide, Kellog? Why don't you give it a try?" Valentine said.
"No luck? Guess we'll need to find the key. You see that platform in the distance? Near the city entrance? That's rthe elevator to the Mayor's office. Why don't you ask around there? I'll stay here, and see if I can jimmy this lock," he said.
"Why doesn't the mayor come out of his office, huh? He afraid of talking to the press? I bet if I said I was with the Institute, he'd come running..." "You ever think maybe you could get a man's attention easier if you used softer words, honey? Maybe shout a little less," Geneva said. "Ah, that reminds me of this article I'm writing about the mayor's affair with a certain air-headed, blonde... Ooooh, look who it is. What brings you to the Mayor's office, huh?" "What are you doing here, Piper?" Norma said. "Trying to find out why the Myor happens to be meeting with the same suspicious looking courier every other week. Nt from any settlement I've heard of. Not from a caravan. Always in and out before anyone has a chance to talk to him. An errand boy from the Institute maybe? After this article comes out, that's what everyone's ging to be asking." "If you are done crowding the reception area, Miss Piper, the Mayor needs to make time for more... responsible citizens," Geneva said. "Hmph. I was just leaving anyway," Piper said. "The Mayor is receiving visitors, as long as they aren't members of the press. Did you need help?" "Who do I talk to if I need to find a key to a house that's been locked up?" Norma said. "If you're talking about a property that the city has seized, we only have one on the books. Mister Kellog, s old house. You'd have to ask the Mayor directly if you want the keys." "I don'y have time. I need that key now." "Why is finding this key so important to you, honey?" Geneva wondered. "Please, all I want is to find my baby. The man who owned that house kinapped him," Norma said. "You do seem like a sweetheart," she sighed. "All right. I'm just going to leave this keu on my desk and forget I put it there. Your baby's lucky he has a mother like you. I hope you find him," Geneva said.
Norma returned to Nick...
"Got the key? All right. Let's head in. You do the honors," he said.
"Let's look around. Kellog must have left something behind," Valentine said.
"No luck? Guess we'll need to find the key. You see that platform in the distance? Near the city entrance? That's rthe elevator to the Mayor's office. Why don't you ask around there? I'll stay here, and see if I can jimmy this lock," he said.
"Why doesn't the mayor come out of his office, huh? He afraid of talking to the press? I bet if I said I was with the Institute, he'd come running..." "You ever think maybe you could get a man's attention easier if you used softer words, honey? Maybe shout a little less," Geneva said. "Ah, that reminds me of this article I'm writing about the mayor's affair with a certain air-headed, blonde... Ooooh, look who it is. What brings you to the Mayor's office, huh?" "What are you doing here, Piper?" Norma said. "Trying to find out why the Myor happens to be meeting with the same suspicious looking courier every other week. Nt from any settlement I've heard of. Not from a caravan. Always in and out before anyone has a chance to talk to him. An errand boy from the Institute maybe? After this article comes out, that's what everyone's ging to be asking." "If you are done crowding the reception area, Miss Piper, the Mayor needs to make time for more... responsible citizens," Geneva said. "Hmph. I was just leaving anyway," Piper said. "The Mayor is receiving visitors, as long as they aren't members of the press. Did you need help?" "Who do I talk to if I need to find a key to a house that's been locked up?" Norma said. "If you're talking about a property that the city has seized, we only have one on the books. Mister Kellog, s old house. You'd have to ask the Mayor directly if you want the keys." "I don'y have time. I need that key now." "Why is finding this key so important to you, honey?" Geneva wondered. "Please, all I want is to find my baby. The man who owned that house kinapped him," Norma said. "You do seem like a sweetheart," she sighed. "All right. I'm just going to leave this keu on my desk and forget I put it there. Your baby's lucky he has a mother like you. I hope you find him," Geneva said.
Norma returned to Nick...
"Got the key? All right. Let's head in. You do the honors," he said.
"Let's look around. Kellog must have left something behind," Valentine said.
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"Place seem small to you? Figured a guy like Kellog would think big... I'm telling you. something's not right. Look for anything out of sorts. A switch. A button," Valentine said.
"Well... That's one way to hide a room... Look at this. All a merch's favorite thinhs..." Valentine said. "Gwinnet Stout Beer... Forty-four caliber bullets... And cigars. San Francisco Sunlights," Norma said. "Interesting brand. Won't lead us anywhere on it's own, though." "Any suggestions, Nick?" "Hmm... What about Dogmeat? A Commonwealth mutt like him can track a man's scent for miles. Well. Dogmeat seems eager for the job. Why don't you let him have a whiff? See if he picks up the trail. Before you head out... I know this is personal business. If you have to face Kellog alone, just say so. Besides, you already have plenty of company. We can't all go sniffing through the Commonwealth after one man," Valentine said. "Any words of wisdom?" "If Kellog really is the one who kidnapped your son, then he's dangerous, but so are you. You don't need to be afraid of him, or anything else the Commonwealth throws at you." "Goodbye Nick," she said. "Hopefully not forever. I want to see you and your kid safe-and-sound when you get back. Good luck. Anytime you need help, just come knocking," he said.
Norma let the German Shepherd sniff the cigars...
"Dogmeat. Get the scent boy..." she said.
"San Francisco Sunlights. Kellog's preferred brand, alright. What do you think boy? Enough to go on?"
"Well... That's one way to hide a room... Look at this. All a merch's favorite thinhs..." Valentine said. "Gwinnet Stout Beer... Forty-four caliber bullets... And cigars. San Francisco Sunlights," Norma said. "Interesting brand. Won't lead us anywhere on it's own, though." "Any suggestions, Nick?" "Hmm... What about Dogmeat? A Commonwealth mutt like him can track a man's scent for miles. Well. Dogmeat seems eager for the job. Why don't you let him have a whiff? See if he picks up the trail. Before you head out... I know this is personal business. If you have to face Kellog alone, just say so. Besides, you already have plenty of company. We can't all go sniffing through the Commonwealth after one man," Valentine said. "Any words of wisdom?" "If Kellog really is the one who kidnapped your son, then he's dangerous, but so are you. You don't need to be afraid of him, or anything else the Commonwealth throws at you." "Goodbye Nick," she said. "Hopefully not forever. I want to see you and your kid safe-and-sound when you get back. Good luck. Anytime you need help, just come knocking," he said.
Norma let the German Shepherd sniff the cigars...
"Dogmeat. Get the scent boy..." she said.
"San Francisco Sunlights. Kellog's preferred brand, alright. What do you think boy? Enough to go on?"
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"Bloody bandages. Dogmeat can track this. Okay, boy. Let's track him," Norma said.
"I believe we are supposed to file a police report, yes? And all the little things go in baggies for evidence," Curie said.
"Gwinnet Stout. One of his creature comforts. Okay, boy. Let's track him," Norma said.
"I believe we are supposed to file a police report, yes? And all the little things go in baggies for evidence," Curie said.
"Gwinnet Stout. One of his creature comforts. Okay, boy. Let's track him," Norma said.
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"This Kellog is a very cold man, no?" Curie said. "What have we here?" Norma said. "Error. System corrupt. I can't feel my legs. Error. Operator deceased. Threat level Omega. He killed us," the Assaultron said. "Oh, it's just dreadful what Kellog did to this poor thing," Curie said.
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"Is this the place? Is he in there, boy?" Norma said.
She entered Fort Hagen with Curie...
"Whoever, or whatever you are, I know you are out there," the voice of a synth patroller said.
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"What wonders man can build. When they aren't trying to kil each other," Curie said.
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"If it isnt my old friend, the frozen TV dinner. Last time we met, you were cozying up to the peas and apple cobbler," Kellog said.
"Sorry your house has been a wreck for two hundred years. But I don't need a roommate. Leave," Kellog said.
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"Hmph. Never expected you to come knocking on my door. Gave you 50/50 odds of making it to Diamond City. After that? Figured the Commonwealth would chew you up like jerky. Look. You're pissed off. I get it. I do. But whatever you hope to accomplish in here? It is not going to go your way," Kellog said.
"You've got guts and determination, and that's admirable. But you are in over your head in ways you can't possibly comprehend," Kellog said.
"It's not too late. Stop. Turn around and leave. You have hat option. Not a lot of people can say that," Kellog said.
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"Okay, you made it. I'm just up ahead. My synths are standing down. Let's talk," Kellog said.
"And there she is. The most resilient woman in the Commonwealth. So here we are. Funny, huh? You came a long way. Let's hear it," he said. "Enough. Just... Where is my baby?" Norma said. "Hmph. Lady, I'm just a puppet like you. My stage is a little bigger, that's all. Shaun's a good kid. So maybe he's not quite a baby anymore. But he's oing great. Only... he's not here. He's with the people pulling the strings." "Tell me where he is, damn it!" "Fine. I guess you've earned that much. Shaun's in a good place. Where he's safe, and comfortable, and loved. A place he calls home. The Institute," Kellog said. "So where is it? Huh? This Institute? How do I get there?" "Heh. Haven't you been paying attention? You don't find the Institute, the Institute finds you. You open the closet, it's just a closet. You can never find the monster that hides inside. Not until it jumps out at you. But I think we've been talking long enough. We both know this has to end. So... you ready?" "Oh I'm ready. Question is - are you?" Norma said.
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"All this tech. You were barely human," Norma said.
They returned to Diamond City...
"Come on, Nicky. I'm just asking for your opinion. It'd be a great quote." "She's my client, Piper. Why don't you learn not to snoop on a woman's private affairs?" "Well, well. Speak of the devil..." Piper said. "You're back. And... not with your son. What happened?" Valentine said. "Where do you want me to start? The part where Kellog turned out to be working for the Institute? Or the part where he told me they have Shaun?" Norma said. "The Institute? Hoo boy..." Piper said. "I'm sorry, friend. Truly. That makes things... considerably more complicated," Valentine said. "He ain't kidding. Heck, Nick's a synth, and even he doesn't know how to get in." "No sybth does. Security protocols strip those memories out." "I need to find a way," Norma said. "I've been investigating these creeps for over a year now. The Commonwealth's boogeyman. Feared and hated by everyone," Piper said. "True enough," Valentine said. "Sometimes they snatch people in the middle of the night. And sometimes they leave old synths behind to remind us that they're out there. But to this day, there's one thing nobody really knows..." "Where the Institute actually is. Or how to get in." "Exactly. But there's one person who must know, right? The guy who just handed them shaun," Piper said. "Kellog. Huh..." "Whatever you're thinking, it doesn't matter. He's dead," Norma said. "Yeah. Figures the Institute's only man on the outside wouldn't be the type to be taken alive..." Valentine said. "So a murderer an kidnapper gets his brains blown out by an avenging parent," Piper sighs. "It'd be a great ending if we still didn't have the biggest mystery in the Commonwealth to solve..." she continuted. "So what now?" Norma said. "Gets his brains blown out... Huh... His brains. You know, we may not need the man at all," Valentine said. "You're talking crazy here, Nick. Got a fault in the ole' subroutines?" Piper said. "Look, there's a place in Goodneighbor called the Memory Den. Relive the past moments in your mind as clear as the day they happened. If anyone could get a dead brain to sing, it'd be Doctor Amari, the mind behind the memories." "I hope you're right, Nick," Norma said. "Let's see... I guess we're going to need a piece of Kellog's brain. Enough grey matter to bring to Amari and find out if this is going to work..." "Jesus, Nick... Gross! Seriously?" Piper said. "I know it's grisly, but what choice do we have? We got no leads. Nothing. That old merc's brain just might have all the secrets we need to know." "What exactly do we need, Nick?" Norma wondered. "Kellog's brain. It's a long shot, but Doctor Amari just might be able to... get it jump-started. See what that old merc knew," he said. "Actually, I think I already have something. Kellog had this... thing attached to his head," Norma said. "Cybernetics, huh? We may just have won the lottery," Valentine said. "Whether we're riding this crazy brain train or not, we can't all go running across the Commonwealth. So, who's coming with you?" Piper said. "I have to go to the Memory Den either way, if I'm gonna introduce you to Amari. But if you want to head there together, just say so," Valentine said. "I'll head out with Piper. We'll meet you there, Nick," Norma said. "Sounds good. You two stay out of trouble. Don't worry. We're gonna get your boy back. Just a few more steps," he said.
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"You know, the Institute has a lot of enemies. The Minutemen tangled with them once, the Railroad still does. I've even got some notes on these new guys. The Brotherhood of Steel," Piper said. "You said something about the Railroad?" Norma said. "Supposedly, they help runaway Synths escape the Institute. But they're secretive. Ultra-paranoid. The only thing I have is a rumor. A code-phrase. Follow the Freedom Trail." "Tell me about the Minutemen." "You know that group you rescued in Concord? Far as I know, they're the last Minutemen left in the Commonwealth. They used to be a volunteer army, dedicated to protcting friends, family, and neighbors. Sounds soft, but they were a real thing at one point," Piper said. "That Brotherhood airship is hard to miss." "The Brotherhood of Steel doesn't do sybtle. Fromwhat I've heard, they take what they want. Especially if it's high-tech. They just might have the muscle to give the Institute a run for their money, but they're... let's just say they have their own agenda." "We should get going," Norma said.
"So, you know, going over it in my head, that whole conversation we had, where I pretty much said you were my only friend. Did that sound nuts?" Piper said. "Don't think it was any more than usual. Though that's a pretty high bar," Norma said. "Oh, good. So long as it's consistent. It's just been a long time since I've had someone like you in my life. Hell, might be I never did. I just wanted to say thanks. I really don't think I could ask for a better friend." "It sounds to me like you're interested in becoming more than just friends." "Oh... I, I mean, I'd be lying if I said I never thought about you that way... not that I'm always thinking that way... It's just, Blue, I'm loud and pushy and constan
"Goodneighbor, huh? You lookin' to get stoned or stabbed?" Piper said.
"So, you know, going over it in my head, that whole conversation we had, where I pretty much said you were my only friend. Did that sound nuts?" Piper said. "Don't think it was any more than usual. Though that's a pretty high bar," Norma said. "Oh, good. So long as it's consistent. It's just been a long time since I've had someone like you in my life. Hell, might be I never did. I just wanted to say thanks. I really don't think I could ask for a better friend." "It sounds to me like you're interested in becoming more than just friends." "Oh... I, I mean, I'd be lying if I said I never thought about you that way... not that I'm always thinking that way... It's just, Blue, I'm loud and pushy and constan
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"Well, well. Mister Valentine. I thought you had forgotten about little ole' me." "May have walked out of the Den, Irma, but I'd never walk out on you." "Hmph. Amari's downstairs, you big flirt."
"Yes? Wait. I remember you. The memory inducement. Vault 111, right? What's this all about?" Amari said. "This one's all yours, Nick," Norma said. "We need a memory dig, Amari, but it's not going to be easy. The perp, Kellog, is already cold on the floor," he said. "Are you two mad? Putting aside the fact that you're asking me to defile a corpse, you do realize that the memory simulators require intact, LIVING brains to function?" Amari said. "Please. Nick told me you're the only one who could make this work," Norma said. "This dead brain had inside knowledge of the Institute, Amari. The biggest scientific secret of the Commonwealth. You need this, and so do we," Valentine said. "Well. What is this about?" Amari said. "We need your help, doctor. I need the memories from a man named Kellog, but he's dead," Norma said. "I know it's asking for a miracle, Amari, but you've pulled off the impossible before," Valentine said. "Isn't there some way to make this work?" Norma said.
Doctor Amari sighed.
"Fine. I'll take a look, but no guarantees. Do you... have it with you?" she said. "Here's... what I could find," Norma said. "What's this? This isn't a brain! This is... wait... That's the hippocampus! And this thing attached to it. A neural interface?" Amari said. "Those circuits look awafully familiar..." Valentine said. "I'm not surprised. From what I've seen, all Institute technology has a similar architecture," Amari said. "Nick's an older model synth. Is he compatible?" Norma said. "That's exactly what I was thinking. If we're lucky, it should hook right in. But even if this works, Mister Valentine would be tking a tremendous amount of risk. We're talking about wiring something to hi brain," Amari said. "Don't worry about me, Amari. Let's do it," he said. "I appreciate this, Nick," Norma said. "You can thank me when we've found your son. All right. Let's do this," Valentine said.
"We can't get to the memories in that implant. There's a lock," Amari said. "How do you lock memories?" Norma wondered. "The implant is encoding all the mnemonic activity in the hippocampus. Think of it like... computer encryption. And we don't have the password. Let's see... a single mind wouldn't be able to crack it, but... what if we used two? We load both you and Mister Valentine into the memory loungers. Run your cognitive functions in parallel. He'll act as a host while your consciousness drives through whatever memories we can find." "Any idea what I'm going to see in there?" "I have no clue, but considering we only have a single piece of the medial temporal lobe, and not the whole brain, I doubt it'll be... cohesive," Amari said. "All right. Let's get started," Norma said. "Just sit down over there. And... keep your fingers crossed."
"Yes? Wait. I remember you. The memory inducement. Vault 111, right? What's this all about?" Amari said. "This one's all yours, Nick," Norma said. "We need a memory dig, Amari, but it's not going to be easy. The perp, Kellog, is already cold on the floor," he said. "Are you two mad? Putting aside the fact that you're asking me to defile a corpse, you do realize that the memory simulators require intact, LIVING brains to function?" Amari said. "Please. Nick told me you're the only one who could make this work," Norma said. "This dead brain had inside knowledge of the Institute, Amari. The biggest scientific secret of the Commonwealth. You need this, and so do we," Valentine said. "Well. What is this about?" Amari said. "We need your help, doctor. I need the memories from a man named Kellog, but he's dead," Norma said. "I know it's asking for a miracle, Amari, but you've pulled off the impossible before," Valentine said. "Isn't there some way to make this work?" Norma said.
Doctor Amari sighed.
"Fine. I'll take a look, but no guarantees. Do you... have it with you?" she said. "Here's... what I could find," Norma said. "What's this? This isn't a brain! This is... wait... That's the hippocampus! And this thing attached to it. A neural interface?" Amari said. "Those circuits look awafully familiar..." Valentine said. "I'm not surprised. From what I've seen, all Institute technology has a similar architecture," Amari said. "Nick's an older model synth. Is he compatible?" Norma said. "That's exactly what I was thinking. If we're lucky, it should hook right in. But even if this works, Mister Valentine would be tking a tremendous amount of risk. We're talking about wiring something to hi brain," Amari said. "Don't worry about me, Amari. Let's do it," he said. "I appreciate this, Nick," Norma said. "You can thank me when we've found your son. All right. Let's do this," Valentine said.
"We can't get to the memories in that implant. There's a lock," Amari said. "How do you lock memories?" Norma wondered. "The implant is encoding all the mnemonic activity in the hippocampus. Think of it like... computer encryption. And we don't have the password. Let's see... a single mind wouldn't be able to crack it, but... what if we used two? We load both you and Mister Valentine into the memory loungers. Run your cognitive functions in parallel. He'll act as a host while your consciousness drives through whatever memories we can find." "Any idea what I'm going to see in there?" "I have no clue, but considering we only have a single piece of the medial temporal lobe, and not the whole brain, I doubt it'll be... cohesive," Amari said. "All right. Let's get started," Norma said. "Just sit down over there. And... keep your fingers crossed."
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"Can you hear me? Ah, good. The simulation appears to be working, although the memories are quite fragmented. I'll try to step you through the intact memories, and hope we find one that gives us some clue to the Institute's location... there. This is the earliest memory I can find. Remember, you are experiencing these memories as Kellog. This may prove disorienting at first," Doctor Amari said.
They went through a number of memories...
Until...
"Is that... your son? This appears to be a very recent memory, so... good news, I think," Doctor Amari said. "Oh boy, Piper's really done it this time. I mean... I'm not, uhh, not saying she's right, but... The mayor, you know... uhh, he's going to be really mad this time... I probably shouldn't have even, uhh, said anything..." the radio said. "Kellog." "It's okay. One of these days you're going to get your head blown off, just barging in here like that." "Minimizing my exposure to civilians is a priority..." the courser said. "Forget I said anything. so what's the big crisis this time?" "New orders for you. One of our scientists has left the Instutute." "Left as in...?" Kellog said. "He's gone rogue. Name's Doctor Brian Virgil. We know he's hiding somewhere in the Glowing Sea. Here's his file." "Wow. Some heads are going to roll for this. Cpture and return or just elimination?" "Elimination. He was working on a highly classified program," the courser said. "No kidding. One of the top Bioscience boys? Damn. So... I guess you're taking the kid back with you," Kellog said. "Affirmative. Your only mission is to locate and eliminate Virgil," the courser said. "You're taking me home to my father?" Shaun said. "Yes. Stand next to me and hld still," the courser said. "Okay." "X6-88, ready to Relay with Shaun." "Bye, Mr. Kellog! I hope I'll see you again sometime!" Shaun said. "Bye."
"Teleportation. Now it all makes sense. Nobody's found the entrance to the Institute because there IS no entrance. Let me pull you out of there. s soon as you're ready..." Doctor Amari said.
They went through a number of memories...
Until...
"Is that... your son? This appears to be a very recent memory, so... good news, I think," Doctor Amari said. "Oh boy, Piper's really done it this time. I mean... I'm not, uhh, not saying she's right, but... The mayor, you know... uhh, he's going to be really mad this time... I probably shouldn't have even, uhh, said anything..." the radio said. "Kellog." "It's okay. One of these days you're going to get your head blown off, just barging in here like that." "Minimizing my exposure to civilians is a priority..." the courser said. "Forget I said anything. so what's the big crisis this time?" "New orders for you. One of our scientists has left the Instutute." "Left as in...?" Kellog said. "He's gone rogue. Name's Doctor Brian Virgil. We know he's hiding somewhere in the Glowing Sea. Here's his file." "Wow. Some heads are going to roll for this. Cpture and return or just elimination?" "Elimination. He was working on a highly classified program," the courser said. "No kidding. One of the top Bioscience boys? Damn. So... I guess you're taking the kid back with you," Kellog said. "Affirmative. Your only mission is to locate and eliminate Virgil," the courser said. "You're taking me home to my father?" Shaun said. "Yes. Stand next to me and hld still," the courser said. "Okay." "X6-88, ready to Relay with Shaun." "Bye, Mr. Kellog! I hope I'll see you again sometime!" Shaun said. "Bye."
"Teleportation. Now it all makes sense. Nobody's found the entrance to the Institute because there IS no entrance. Let me pull you out of there. s soon as you're ready..." Doctor Amari said.
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"Your memories of Vault 111... I'm so sorry we put you through that again. Slow movements, okay? I don't know what kind of side effects the procedure might have had. No one's ever... done this before. How do you feel?" Doctor Amari said. "Am I okay? Are you seeing anything... bad?" Norma wondered. "Don't be alarmed, but I honestly don't know what to look for. As I said before, this is uncharted territory. But your neural and physiological readings have returned to normal. From a medical standpoint, you're fine. Are you... ready to talk about what happened in there?" "I saw Kellog's life... The man who ruined my family... The man I killed..." "That's right. He was a human being just like the rest of us, and he had reasons for being what he was, however cruel. How does tha... make you feel?" Amari said. "I... I'm not sure, doctor..." "I don't know if there's any right way to feel, either... We're getting off-track. The important thing is we discovered the Institute's greatest secret. Teleportation. The only question is, what do we do now?" "That scientist Kellof was supposed to track down. Virgil. We need to find him," Norma said. "You're right! A rogue Institute scientist could answer all kinds of questions. Where did the memory say he was? The Glowing Sea? That doesn't make sense. No one goes there. Not even if they were desperate." "Why? What makes the Glowing Sea so dangerous?" "The name says it all. Radiation. So much that nothing could possibly live. Nothing... pleasant... Navigating radioactive hazards is nothing new, but the Glowing Sea can kill a man in seconds. That's why it doesn't make semse. Virgil fleeing into that hell. The exposure alone..." Amari said. "That's why he's there. To make the Institute think twice about following him." "That must be it! He's using the radiation of the Glowing Sea like a shield or... a cloak... a way to throw them off and be at an advantage. If Virgil found a way to survive there, you'll have to do the same, if you're going to follow him." "How do I fight that much radiation, doctor?" Norma wondered. "There are chemical compounds. Rad-X, RadAway. You'd need as much as you could carry. Maybe more. A sealed environment suit would be great, if you could find one. Or maybe... one of those suits of Power Armour? That would be perfect." "I'll find a way to get through the rads. Don't worry." "Good luck, and... be safe. By the way, I unplugged Mister Valentine first. Removed the implant while you were waking up. He's waiting for you upstairs," Amari said.
"Hope you got what you were looking for inside my head. Heh. I was right. Should've killed you when you were on ice." "What did you say?" Norma said. "What? What are you talking about?" Valentine said. "You sounded like Kellog just then." "Did I? Amari said there might be some mnemonic impressions left over... Anyway, I feel fine, so let's get going. Or I could head back to Diamond City, since you've got company already." "We have to head into the Glowing Sea. Any advice?" she said. "Hmm... I'm a synth, so radiation isn't much of an issue for me, but an old suit of Power Armour might just be the guardian angel you're looking for. That, or you could buy up all the Rad-X and RadAway you can find from any chem dealer who's got it in stock." "I'll see you around, Nick." "Good luck out there. You know where to find me," he said.
"Hope you got what you were looking for inside my head. Heh. I was right. Should've killed you when you were on ice." "What did you say?" Norma said. "What? What are you talking about?" Valentine said. "You sounded like Kellog just then." "Did I? Amari said there might be some mnemonic impressions left over... Anyway, I feel fine, so let's get going. Or I could head back to Diamond City, since you've got company already." "We have to head into the Glowing Sea. Any advice?" she said. "Hmm... I'm a synth, so radiation isn't much of an issue for me, but an old suit of Power Armour might just be the guardian angel you're looking for. That, or you could buy up all the Rad-X and RadAway you can find from any chem dealer who's got it in stock." "I'll see you around, Nick." "Good luck out there. You know where to find me," he said.
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Back at the Red Rocket station, Curie was very eager to know if Norma had made any progress...
"Doctor Amari may be able to help," Norma said. "Then we must see this doctor. At once. Please," the robot said. "You know, you look like you could really use this. These things have literally saved my life," Piper said.
Norma and Barb brought Curie to Goodneighbor.
"Oh, can we see the Old State House? Maybe they have the tourist brochure?" Curie said.
They entered the Memory Den...
"Are there any trade publications for the medical profession these days? One must remain current on the latest procedures," Curie said. "Sure there are. Just a couple hundred years old, though," Amari said. "Doctor, my friend here needs your help," Norma said. "Oh? I'm not a mechanic. What could she possibly want from me?" Amari said. "Greetings, Doctor. I wish to download my data and core programming into a human brain," Curie said. "You... you want to what? Is she serious?" "Curie has a lot of Pre-War research data, but she can't continue her important research as a robot," Norma said. "Why not?" Amari wondered. "There are fundamental limitations in my robotic systems. I have no capability for the human trait of inspiration," Curie said. "I never considered anything like you're proposing. It's an... interesting problem. The memories wouldn't be hard. We translate those from brain to computer and back all the time here. It's how the Loungers work. Her personality, though? All the extra pieces of robotic, programmed decision making? A normal, organic brain wouldn't know what to do with them. A synth brain, on the other hand... Well, it's already somewhere between the two..." Amari said. "So it is possible, then," Norma said. "Likely, even. We just need a synth. And I may be able to help with that. I've worked on synths before. Giving them memory wipes, so they can live a life free of the Institute. But the procedure isn't always successful. If something goes wrong, it can leave them in a brain dead state. Living, but with no cognition. I know a caretaker for one of these brain dead synths. If they're willing, we could try transferring your friend's consciousness into her." "So you're willing to perform the operation?" Norma said. "My patient knew the risks and opted for the memory replacement. She wanted a new life. I failed her. But this... this procedure may be as close as I can get to fulfiling her wishes. But I cannot make this decision. Her caretaker can. Give me a day to get in contact with them. They're understandably cautious, but I think they'll hear me out," Amari said. "I will stay with the doctor. Assuming all goes well, I want to be ready for the procedure," Curie said.
"Too bad about Finn. Gonna misss him next Super Mutant attack rolls 'round... Oh well, what can I do for our newcomer?" "What's your story, Hancock?" Norma wondered. "My favorite subject. I came into this yown about... a decade ago? Had a smooth set of skin back then. While I was busy making myself a pillar of this community, I would go on these... like... wild tears... I was young... Any chems I could fid, the mre exotic, the better. Finally found this experimental radiation drug. Only one of its kind left, and only one hit. Oh man, the high wasso worth it. Yeah, I'm living with the side effects, but hey, what's not to love about immortality?" he said. "You're a hell of a risk-taker, Hancock." "Only have one life, why not yry it all? Anyway, did you need something else?" "Did I hear you talking about the Institute?" she said. "You like my little speech? I do it every once and a while, in case they're listening in. I want those Syth-makers to know that Goodneighbor is off limits. No one gets replaced in my town. But hey, weren't we talking about your needs? What did ya come here for?" "Tell me more about this town of yours. Goodneighbor." "It's all about the people, understand? They're freaks, misfits, and troyblemakers, and that's why I love 'em. Everyone lives their own life, their own way. No judgements. Now, was there anything else?" Hancock said. "Looking for work." "Work, huh? Hmm... I'll tell you what. I got reconnaissance needs. There'a a lot of wird talk coming in about a place called Pickman Gallery. It's Raider territory up there, but theyve been quiet. Like, uncomfortably post-cotus quiet? Snoop it out, and give me the word." "I might be interested, but let's talk money, Hancock," Norma said. "Okay. Usual job pays 200, but I like you, so let's push it to 250." "What else can you tell me about Pickman Gallery?" "Nothing. That's why I'm paying you to go out there," he said. "Scout Pickman Gallery. On it," she said. "Cool. Be thotough, okay? I'm not paying for a look-see. Find out what's really going on there."
"Doctor Amari may be able to help," Norma said. "Then we must see this doctor. At once. Please," the robot said. "You know, you look like you could really use this. These things have literally saved my life," Piper said.
Norma and Barb brought Curie to Goodneighbor.
"Oh, can we see the Old State House? Maybe they have the tourist brochure?" Curie said.
They entered the Memory Den...
"Are there any trade publications for the medical profession these days? One must remain current on the latest procedures," Curie said. "Sure there are. Just a couple hundred years old, though," Amari said. "Doctor, my friend here needs your help," Norma said. "Oh? I'm not a mechanic. What could she possibly want from me?" Amari said. "Greetings, Doctor. I wish to download my data and core programming into a human brain," Curie said. "You... you want to what? Is she serious?" "Curie has a lot of Pre-War research data, but she can't continue her important research as a robot," Norma said. "Why not?" Amari wondered. "There are fundamental limitations in my robotic systems. I have no capability for the human trait of inspiration," Curie said. "I never considered anything like you're proposing. It's an... interesting problem. The memories wouldn't be hard. We translate those from brain to computer and back all the time here. It's how the Loungers work. Her personality, though? All the extra pieces of robotic, programmed decision making? A normal, organic brain wouldn't know what to do with them. A synth brain, on the other hand... Well, it's already somewhere between the two..." Amari said. "So it is possible, then," Norma said. "Likely, even. We just need a synth. And I may be able to help with that. I've worked on synths before. Giving them memory wipes, so they can live a life free of the Institute. But the procedure isn't always successful. If something goes wrong, it can leave them in a brain dead state. Living, but with no cognition. I know a caretaker for one of these brain dead synths. If they're willing, we could try transferring your friend's consciousness into her." "So you're willing to perform the operation?" Norma said. "My patient knew the risks and opted for the memory replacement. She wanted a new life. I failed her. But this... this procedure may be as close as I can get to fulfiling her wishes. But I cannot make this decision. Her caretaker can. Give me a day to get in contact with them. They're understandably cautious, but I think they'll hear me out," Amari said. "I will stay with the doctor. Assuming all goes well, I want to be ready for the procedure," Curie said.
"Too bad about Finn. Gonna misss him next Super Mutant attack rolls 'round... Oh well, what can I do for our newcomer?" "What's your story, Hancock?" Norma wondered. "My favorite subject. I came into this yown about... a decade ago? Had a smooth set of skin back then. While I was busy making myself a pillar of this community, I would go on these... like... wild tears... I was young... Any chems I could fid, the mre exotic, the better. Finally found this experimental radiation drug. Only one of its kind left, and only one hit. Oh man, the high wasso worth it. Yeah, I'm living with the side effects, but hey, what's not to love about immortality?" he said. "You're a hell of a risk-taker, Hancock." "Only have one life, why not yry it all? Anyway, did you need something else?" "Did I hear you talking about the Institute?" she said. "You like my little speech? I do it every once and a while, in case they're listening in. I want those Syth-makers to know that Goodneighbor is off limits. No one gets replaced in my town. But hey, weren't we talking about your needs? What did ya come here for?" "Tell me more about this town of yours. Goodneighbor." "It's all about the people, understand? They're freaks, misfits, and troyblemakers, and that's why I love 'em. Everyone lives their own life, their own way. No judgements. Now, was there anything else?" Hancock said. "Looking for work." "Work, huh? Hmm... I'll tell you what. I got reconnaissance needs. There'a a lot of wird talk coming in about a place called Pickman Gallery. It's Raider territory up there, but theyve been quiet. Like, uncomfortably post-cotus quiet? Snoop it out, and give me the word." "I might be interested, but let's talk money, Hancock," Norma said. "Okay. Usual job pays 200, but I like you, so let's push it to 250." "What else can you tell me about Pickman Gallery?" "Nothing. That's why I'm paying you to go out there," he said. "Scout Pickman Gallery. On it," she said. "Cool. Be thotough, okay? I'm not paying for a look-see. Find out what's really going on there."
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Re: Boston Tales, a Fallout 4 story
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Norma and Barb made it inside Pickman Gallery...
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They returned from their scouting mission...
"How's my little scout doing? You find out what's happening at Pickman Gallery?" Hancock said. "How do I even start? You know why they called it the Pickman Gallery?" Norma said. "No... that was the point of the whole job, remember? What are you trying to say?" "Let's just say Pickman's art isn't going to have much resale value once all those bodies start decaying..." "Hehehe... well, they say artistic inspiration is ephemeral, am I right? Wish I could say that was the most twisted thing I've ever heard of, but it ranks up there... Top three... I'll put the word out. Tell people to stay clear of thsat area... Hiring you was definitely one of my better moments. Here. Spend the money in good health," he said.
Meanwhile, Doctor Amari had everuthing set up in her lab...
"You're the one that wants to use G5-19's body? I... I just don't have the caps to keep her alive anymore. Life support ain't easy or cheap to keep going any more, you know? I was going to pull the plug on her. What you're proposing sounds... a little better. Better than letting her rot," the caretaker said. "What do you think she would want?" Norma said. "Damned if I know. It's not like I even knew her before. Hmm. Since G5 has no one else, for what it's worth you have my consent." "Thank you. I know this must be difficult," Amari said. "Yeah. I'll... leave you to it," the caretaker said.
A few moments later she was gone...
"Curie. Let's begin. Curie, terminate all non-essential operations," Amari said. "Affirmative," the robot replied. "Alright. Connection complete. I have access to your friend's memories. G5's already been prepped - so this shouldn't take... long. Yes, there."
Curie gasped for air. "I... I... my chest. What is happening?" she said. "Just breathe. It's an autonomic function. Just let your body do what it must," Amari said.
"I. I feel. I feel so strange," Curie said. "Listen to me. Can you hear me? What is your name?" Amari said. "My designation is Contagions Vulnerability Robotic Infirmary Engineer. Or Curie." "That's promising," Norma said. "Good. Very good. Now let's test some cognitive funtions. What is 1+2?" Amari said. "Three," Cuie replied. "If I threw a baseball at your head, what would you do?" "Uh. Move." "Think of a strong memory. The fist thing that comes to mind. Tell m about it," Amari said. Curie sighed. "Doctor Broow was very old. He was the last living scientist in my section of Vault 81. He was on his bed. Very weak. He said to me, Curie, you must... And he died before he finished the sentence. Oh, my insides feel peculiar. What is that?" she said. "You might be feeling grief. For a friend," Norma said. "This unit has no friends. But... There, my chest is tightening when I think of poor Doctor Burrow," Curie said. "The operation appears successful. But I think it will take a lot of adjustment for your new friend. She may need your help to make the transition," Amari said. "Thank you, Doctor. For this opportunity. I wonder what has happened elsewhere? Is what has befallen the Commonwealth atypical. Less extreme. More?" Curie said.
They made ready to leave Goodneighbor...
"How's my little scout doing? You find out what's happening at Pickman Gallery?" Hancock said. "How do I even start? You know why they called it the Pickman Gallery?" Norma said. "No... that was the point of the whole job, remember? What are you trying to say?" "Let's just say Pickman's art isn't going to have much resale value once all those bodies start decaying..." "Hehehe... well, they say artistic inspiration is ephemeral, am I right? Wish I could say that was the most twisted thing I've ever heard of, but it ranks up there... Top three... I'll put the word out. Tell people to stay clear of thsat area... Hiring you was definitely one of my better moments. Here. Spend the money in good health," he said.
Meanwhile, Doctor Amari had everuthing set up in her lab...
"You're the one that wants to use G5-19's body? I... I just don't have the caps to keep her alive anymore. Life support ain't easy or cheap to keep going any more, you know? I was going to pull the plug on her. What you're proposing sounds... a little better. Better than letting her rot," the caretaker said. "What do you think she would want?" Norma said. "Damned if I know. It's not like I even knew her before. Hmm. Since G5 has no one else, for what it's worth you have my consent." "Thank you. I know this must be difficult," Amari said. "Yeah. I'll... leave you to it," the caretaker said.
A few moments later she was gone...
"Curie. Let's begin. Curie, terminate all non-essential operations," Amari said. "Affirmative," the robot replied. "Alright. Connection complete. I have access to your friend's memories. G5's already been prepped - so this shouldn't take... long. Yes, there."
Curie gasped for air. "I... I... my chest. What is happening?" she said. "Just breathe. It's an autonomic function. Just let your body do what it must," Amari said.
"I. I feel. I feel so strange," Curie said. "Listen to me. Can you hear me? What is your name?" Amari said. "My designation is Contagions Vulnerability Robotic Infirmary Engineer. Or Curie." "That's promising," Norma said. "Good. Very good. Now let's test some cognitive funtions. What is 1+2?" Amari said. "Three," Cuie replied. "If I threw a baseball at your head, what would you do?" "Uh. Move." "Think of a strong memory. The fist thing that comes to mind. Tell m about it," Amari said. Curie sighed. "Doctor Broow was very old. He was the last living scientist in my section of Vault 81. He was on his bed. Very weak. He said to me, Curie, you must... And he died before he finished the sentence. Oh, my insides feel peculiar. What is that?" she said. "You might be feeling grief. For a friend," Norma said. "This unit has no friends. But... There, my chest is tightening when I think of poor Doctor Burrow," Curie said. "The operation appears successful. But I think it will take a lot of adjustment for your new friend. She may need your help to make the transition," Amari said. "Thank you, Doctor. For this opportunity. I wonder what has happened elsewhere? Is what has befallen the Commonwealth atypical. Less extreme. More?" Curie said.
They made ready to leave Goodneighbor...
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