It had only been a few days since I lost my sight, but being able to see again… felt amazing. Needless to say my eye colors were a surprise, the blue comes from my mom, brown from my dad. Huh, so I’m kinda like uncle josh then? Interesting. Well, doesn’t matter. Pinkie though a party, then later when Ulysses and Six were giving the kids a tour of the the Think Tank, the wives and I managed to turn off the personalities on the Sink and got… dirty.
Heh, Six almost got mad if it wasn’t we were cleaning the mess when she and the kids came back. She thanked us that we turned the personalities of the Sink off, otherwise they would have likely have done something weird if they… saw? Eh, this tech is weird.
The kids were still exploring and I asked Six if I could walk around. She gave me some stimpacks and let me have the Elite Riot Gear. I quickly put it on and it was a perfect fit. She never wore it because it was too big for her. Thankfully the Sink central control store accepted munny and I bought a lever action shotgun, 47 rounds for it, a .10mm pistol with 110 rounds for it, and the spare Sonic Emitter with 70 energy cells for it, I also used the juke box to switch it from Opera Singer to Gabriel's Bark. With gear in check I wondered off, finding a small group of Lobotomites as I did crack a smile. As soon as they saw me they fired, I fired back, having my sight back I hit each in the head as they went down. Well, kills are not like that game, they’re actual deaths… this is kinda mixed.
On one hand, the lobotomites are not human, more animals now, on the other… morals? I mean, everyone can agree zombies are one thing but is this gonna be an outing for fun… of which I’m killing people, but those people are evil, or not really human or sentient anymore so… is this morally wrong to kill them or… damn, now that I can kill I’m not sure how to go about it when it comes down to it?
“Die!” a lobotomite yelled as they ran up to me, I shoved the shotgun barrel in it’s mouth and fired. It’s head exploding into a red rain of blood and flesh on the ground.
“Well… shit now I don’t know if I should feel bad or not…” The lobotomite I killed had a proton axe on them, so I took it, looking it over. “Huh? Ben’s got a better one… crap, my fallout horder instincts are kicking in…” I groan, any bethesda game I ever played if I could pick it up, I usually did, inventory filled with guns, ammo, other crap, and a base filled with containers full of crap… “This is real life dang it, what would the wives say if I came home partly bloodsoaked hauling a ton of crap?”
“I’d say you had a fun evening.” I jumped, turning around and seeing Luna, Celestia, and Unum standing all geared up in armor. “Six let us have the armors, and weapons.” Celestia said.
“So… you all saw that?” I asked.
“Yes, quite the impressive display of combat.” Luna spoke.
“I just don’t know exactly how to feel about this…” I admit.
“Six explained this world to us and about these lobotomites. Zeke, Luna and I have been in wars before, we know a lot about death and killing, and in those years we learned people who have turned into something below what they now are, just shells of what they were… it’s no life worth living.” Celestia said.
“I get that, I just feel off about it. Seeing it growing up I never gave killing a second thought because it was normal to see it for me, now actually doing it feels off.”
“There’s an old saying from my time Zeke.” Unum said. “Men don’t kill men, monster kill men, and men kill monsters.”
“Yeah… but what about when men does kill men?”
“Then they’re a monster.”
I sigh out. Growing up killing was a single edged sword, now… now fighting on the good guys side killing is double edged. Then again, it still was growing up, the more my family killed, even though it’s all we knew, the deeper we buried ourselves in corpses. If I’m gonna bury myself in corpses… It’s gonna be a corpse mountain of monsters… and I’ll be sure to drag Core into it at all cost. “You got a point Unum… so what are you girls doing here?”
“Six said somehow these lobotomites are still appearing yet the facility that made them, as well as the… farm that held them were cleaned out by her, so she was wondering where exactly they were coming from.” Celestia said. “Back in our youth before we became princesses, Luna and I would take out large nests of bests long since extinct on Equis now, so this will be a cake walk.”
I chuckled. “You three are crazier than me.”
“Duh.” They said simultaneously.
We walked up to the location Six told the girls the original Lobotomites made a nest in back when she first arrived. Upon entering we found a few lobotomites and made quick work of them, looting what we could, or what was useful. Bad part about game worlds being real, the smell is gag worthy. We didn’t find much around here about where these new lobotomites are coming from, so Six told us to head up to Dr. Mobius's lab.
Upon entering the meeting the semi-mad doctor hs was polite and gave us each mentats, saving that for never… “So, Dr. Mobius, any idea where these new Lobotomites are coming from?” I asked.
“Well now lad, according to my diagfrogstics, er, diagnostics, the lab incharge of testing with the lobotomites and other things has long since been deactivated, and miss Six long since blew it to kingdom come afterwards.” The polite, mad, doctor said.
“Damn… any other facility capable of it?”
“Why, no not really. Many facilities held Lobotomites in them, but making them… perhaps only X-8, it spliced things together, lots of robo dogs were made there along with some automated surgical tables. But after the data Six helped it make was done with, it only sent out robo dogs to help eradicate communism.”
“I guess it’s a better place than non.” I said, the girls and I heading off. Upon entering we were met with some friendly cyberdogs. They wanted to play but we only pet them and made our way to the splicing area. The terminal had been smashed to pieces, which was odd. Did Six do this or is this recent. Kinda hard to tell personally, PC was already old so hard to tell. We walked over to the testing area and upon activating the terminal there was an area that was new to me. Lab. It was a simple name and according to the terminal it was already loaded.
We entered and it wa a lab, more well kept than the Big M.T. It was here we found the source… people in cages, robots guarding them, and a brain in a jar, not like the doctors in the think tank or Mobius, no, this guy was hooked up into some kind Mr. Gutsy whatever they were called. I told the girls to stay behind and I walked out. “So, quite the facility.” I spoke, gaining his attention.
“Wha?!” He said, spooked as he turned to look at me. “Who are you?”
“Call me Zeke, who are you?”
“General Summers, how did you find this place… oh blasted tech, they hide this room when that woman comes near, those coils in her head we can detect and it triggers the camo program, you aren’t like her.”
“Nope.”
“Blast, well either way get into a cage or die.”
“Mind if I ask why you’re making more lobotomites?”
“Sure, not like you’ll live long anyway. I was among the scientists of Big Mountain back when it was first established. When the bombs fell and people started dying and experiments were going haywire, I retreated into my personal hidden lab I had built into X-8, only I know the passcode to enter, but it seems I left the door open and without the alarms being able to detect you like that woman, you were able to walk in no problem.”
“Seems that way, but still, enough backstory, what’s with the lobotomites?”
“An army you fool! I’ve been trying to rebuild america with the scraps my loyal dogs bring in. Will power was over rated in soldiers anyway.”
“So your plan is…?”
"With my army of lobotomites, I will rebuild America!"
"[speech 70] So you're using soldiers you force to work for you, isn't that communism?"
"[success] Why you- wait, wha?"
"America is the land of freedom and choices, what you're doing forcing people is a form of communism."
“Fascism I think.” One of the people in the cages said.
“Does it matter, you’re all suffering.” I retorted.
“Good point.” They said, shutting up.
“My god…” The general said. “I resign my american rights.” He then activated his buzz saw arm, shoved it into his brain jar, shredding the only human organ to a bloody mess, then the body fell over.
“Well… shit.” I said, the girls and I freeing the people. Unum left to bring the people to Six while Luna, Celestia and I looted the place. I came into what must have been the sot-so-good General’s quarters, on the desk was something that looked like an LAER, laser rifle, plasma rifle, and gauss rifle all mixed together. There was a holotape next to it, so I put it into the nearby terminal, which was all useless journal entries and rants, and played the tap on it.
”Finally, blueprints after blueprints I spent most of fifty years designing this weapon around the known and well established energy weapons I’ve finally made the ultimate energy weapon, the… the… I’ll think of something later, for now I’m just calling it the Energy Weapon prototype. Fits considering the strongest energy weapons were taken apart to make it, a gauss rifle, a tri-beam laser rifle, a multiplas rifle, the LAER, and a modified fire rate processor of a laser RCW, this thing is fully automatic, has the constant kick of a gauss rifle, and the firepower of a hundred gatling lasers all in a more concentrated beam, test shots took out a Cazador in one hit, and a Deathclaw in two.
“I added an EMP feature so enemies in power armor or with heavily armored robots will take extra damage, not that it needs it. Managed to make it run on Microfusion cells, but it only gets five shots a battery, seven if the battery is maxed charged. Wonder if I can hook up a Microfusion breeder to this thing?”
The audio clicked out, and I picked up the thing. “Huh… in honor of the classic Doom, I’m gonna call this thing the BFG mini.” I said to myself, taking some nearby ammo for it and walking out.
Six thanked us for the help, and agreed to talk to MR. House about a unity contract tomorrow. The kids went home and only Celestia and Luna stayed with me…. Needless to say, while Sexy sleepwear fit Luna very… tight, Celestia popped out a lot in it. None of us minded, and the houses hear in higgs village, now that they’re cleaned up, were really nice.
Morning came and after a quick breakfast of deathclaw eggs Six took us to the Lucky 38, leaving us first in the presidential suit then coming back down saying Mr. House would like to talk with us. I stood in front of the screen, looking at the computer image of House. “So you are this… alien?” He spoke.
“We’re human, right? Alien is, with my experience, a term for something not yet understood.”
“Fair point. So, Six here tells me you possess… magic?”
I summoned Discord. “Would you like a demonstration?” I ask.
“That sword appearing out of nothing but thin air already has me doubting everything I ever knew.”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet.” Ready Discord?
Heck yeah!
I pointed Discord at a random spot next to me. “Gold.” A flash of yellow light passed through Discord, hitting the ground as gold ore started growing out of the ground, stopping at about two feet tall and three around. “Any more?” This could be illegal, but meh.
Mr. House coughed. “Uh, no, scans show that’s real gold and I think this Unity agreement you had Six tell me is a good idea. So, pray tell.”
I grinded. “Imagine it Mr. House.” I spoke, looking out the window behind his computer. “You have plans, in the few years you’ve had power in the Mojave, New Vegas has been rebuilt and expanded, yet, not as much as you’d hoped. With our help, within the same few years, the WHOLE city will surpass the legend it was in the past, tourists from the whole wasteland, not just from the Mojave, from other wastelands, and other worlds, will flock here.”
I pointed at the gold ore. “All munny in the united worlds is gold, clearly more valuable than Bottle caps, within more time, the Mojave will be completely rebuilt, then, the rest of the world will follow, and you Mr. House, imagine it, incharge of the city that allied with powerful forces, and rebuilt not just america, the world itself. A place on our council to discuss about the future of all worlds, alongside your most trusted employee, Six.”
Mr. House was silent for a long time. “... This is almost too much, what’s your game?”
“Unity. Legends speak, and they are true, that once, all worlds were once one, all dimensions, one world. Then, they broke apart into the stars we know know, the dimensions we can now travel between, all working as one, despite our state.”
“No profit?”
“I’m honorable, not crazy. Profit is made, most to rebuilding causes, reintegration of a world with the rest, it’s like an investment in stock, this world, consider the stock a bundle of technology, weapons, and entertainment. When it starts paying back…”
“Ah, yes. I can see it now. Casino’s, factories, houses, all built across areas in the wastes once uninhabitable, now places of work, joy, and comfort! You have a deal.” Mr. House suddenly appeared on one of the securitrons next to his massive terminal, holding out the robot's hand as I shook it. “No wonder you’re the leader of your own world, as well as every world joined in.”
“Please, it’s a council, we all do our parts, but you can think of it as the board of chairman's.”
“You know how to speak my language well.”
“Thanks, business has always been an interest.” I said as I took my hand back. “Who knows, maybe in time, you’ll be able to walk in your own body again.”
“The day that happens I’m throwing a party all over New Vegas for you, no expense spared.”
“Heh, well, we’ll see.”