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7/6/2025, 12:25:38 AM
The last thing you manage to find time for is something long overdue, but perhaps can yield dividends for the NVD.
It’s not like you’ve forgotten about the Big Empty, but you’ve been exceedingly busy with building a nation. Between that and almost dying from a nerve agent, it’s a surprise you manage to do anything aside from sign and approve reports.
But it’s more than just potential technological boons. You know that the Vault-22 spores originally came from a warped experiment at the X-22 facility and you could really use the Sink Autodoc to finish flushing your systems to avoid any lingering injuries.
There’s also a laundry list of technologies you need to ask about, further leveraging the technological edge you have over the Legion but also the NCR. Clearing your desk of any lingering paperwork, you slip into Dr. Klein’s scrubs and hop outside to activate the Transportalponder with a variant of the Mojave Boomer Blight in tow.
Appearing on the Sink Balcony, you head to Doc first.
All the Sink personalities give their greetings as you walk in, happy to see, in their mind, the one who truly gave them all sentience.
[Hey Doc, long time no see. Hey, I have a pretty nasty cocktail or nuclear residue and nerve agent floating around in my system.]
The Autodoc lights up, emitting a comforting hum.
Doc: Well hell son, I’m picking up on it from out here. Hop in, I have my work cut out for me.
The next two hours is an uncomfortable mix of blood transfusions, a cocktail of antibiotics and antitoxins you only heard about in books.
Doc: I haven’t seen some of this stuff for years, the Think Tank had me do some examinations on some of the “volunteers” over at the internment camp. You’re lucky you came in when you did, this could have done some long-term damage and even you can't outrun basic biology.
You step out of the Autodoc and feel like a whole new person, more energized and clear headed than you’ve been in months.
[I don’t plan on making a habit of it, Doc. Say, I have a few strains of some pathogen I want examined. Can you take a look at it?]
Doc: Sure, I can do that for you. Go and give it to that freak GS, I’ll monitor it with him. Anything you’re looking for?
[It’s a purposefully manufactured variant of what the X-22 was working on. I want you to break down this specimen and I’ll bring an original X-22 sample for comparison.]
Doc grunts an affirmation as you walk over to the GS-2000.
[Alright, I have something a little different for you. If I give you something, don’t be weird about it.]
GS: Oh I’ll do anything for you, just please put something in me now!
God damn it.
It’s not like you’ve forgotten about the Big Empty, but you’ve been exceedingly busy with building a nation. Between that and almost dying from a nerve agent, it’s a surprise you manage to do anything aside from sign and approve reports.
But it’s more than just potential technological boons. You know that the Vault-22 spores originally came from a warped experiment at the X-22 facility and you could really use the Sink Autodoc to finish flushing your systems to avoid any lingering injuries.
There’s also a laundry list of technologies you need to ask about, further leveraging the technological edge you have over the Legion but also the NCR. Clearing your desk of any lingering paperwork, you slip into Dr. Klein’s scrubs and hop outside to activate the Transportalponder with a variant of the Mojave Boomer Blight in tow.
Appearing on the Sink Balcony, you head to Doc first.
All the Sink personalities give their greetings as you walk in, happy to see, in their mind, the one who truly gave them all sentience.
[Hey Doc, long time no see. Hey, I have a pretty nasty cocktail or nuclear residue and nerve agent floating around in my system.]
The Autodoc lights up, emitting a comforting hum.
Doc: Well hell son, I’m picking up on it from out here. Hop in, I have my work cut out for me.
The next two hours is an uncomfortable mix of blood transfusions, a cocktail of antibiotics and antitoxins you only heard about in books.
Doc: I haven’t seen some of this stuff for years, the Think Tank had me do some examinations on some of the “volunteers” over at the internment camp. You’re lucky you came in when you did, this could have done some long-term damage and even you can't outrun basic biology.
You step out of the Autodoc and feel like a whole new person, more energized and clear headed than you’ve been in months.
[I don’t plan on making a habit of it, Doc. Say, I have a few strains of some pathogen I want examined. Can you take a look at it?]
Doc: Sure, I can do that for you. Go and give it to that freak GS, I’ll monitor it with him. Anything you’re looking for?
[It’s a purposefully manufactured variant of what the X-22 was working on. I want you to break down this specimen and I’ll bring an original X-22 sample for comparison.]
Doc grunts an affirmation as you walk over to the GS-2000.
[Alright, I have something a little different for you. If I give you something, don’t be weird about it.]
GS: Oh I’ll do anything for you, just please put something in me now!
God damn it.
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