Sometime later, consciousness restarted for you, opening your eyes to a towering figure loomed over you. Gentle synth-like coos rumbled out of a modified female Assaultron. “greeting vault tech subject (whatever number you pick.) You are far from home of vault 404?” The assault said to you as she bent forward to stand over you. Her soft tone called out to you, greeting you as her little one before ever so gently picking you up with sun warmed steel hands.
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