"Courier..."
The words hung heavy in the air and echoed in the darkness. Where was I? Was I awake? Was I alive?
Did I care?
I willed my eyes to open. It took a few seconds for my sight to adjust past the blinding white light...
I was standing in the center of an enormous rocky canyon, surrounded by a scene of utter and complete devastation. The skeletal tal fras of destroyed buildings jutted out of the side of the sheer rock face at odd angles. Rubble was strewn all around . I looked up, and the sky was a swirling mass of yellow and grey clouds, completely obscuring the sun.
There was sothing slightly off about this place...maybe it was the small white flurries that filled the air, like snow. Yeah, that was definitely it. A flake landed on my cheek, and I reached up with my left hand to brush it away; it was crushed beneath my fingers into a dark grey sar. That's when my mind put two and two together: it was ash. Ash was falling from the sky.
"Courier..."
There was that voice again. Where was it coming from? I looked around... there was nothing here except rubble. Twisted tal and broken buildings. There were a few faint orange glows from fires sowhere. Was that where the ash was coming from? I took a single step, intent on trying to follow the voice.
Slosh.
At first, I thought I was ankle deep in water, only based on the sound. But then I looked down. I wasn't standing in water. I was standing in blood.
That's strange.
Where was it all coming from? I looked around again and swiftly got my answer: it was coming from my right arm.
That's even stranger.
I lifted the severed stump, and the river of blood gushing in buckets out of my arm didn't stop - it didn't even slow down. The surface of the blood-lake was rising steadily. I was more confused than anything else. I an, it didn't hurt. But, seriously. I didn't think human bodies contained that much blood.
"Courier..."
The voice was getting louder. I looked up, trying to see where the voice was coming from, and I suddenly realized that I was no longer alone. Figures were walking past . To my left, NCR soldiers were gradually walking past, ignoring and each other. To my right, I saw Legion soldiers walking in the sa direction as the NCR troops, and doing the sa - ignoring and each other.
I tried to get their attention, but they just kept walking past . The line of soldiers on both sides seed completely oblivious to everything around them. And they continued to be oblivious as their armor started to peel and flake away, carried away into the sky by the sa wind making the ash fall. Soon both rows of soldiers were completely naked, still oblivious, still walking...
And then their skins began to peel away.
I was completely transfixed. I was rooted in place by the absurd spectacle. I didn't know if I should've been horrified or rely confused. Before long, both the NCR and Legion had been stripped of anything identifying them. They were skinless bodies of at, still walking, still oblivious, and sohow still alive.
"Courier..."
I turned around imdiately, absolutely sure now that the voice was coming from behind . Involuntarily, I shut my eyes. There was an intensely bright light that was almost blinding, like when I'd first opened my eyes earlier. I held my left hand up in front of my face, and tried to squint against the burning brightness.
There was a man standing with his back to . He was holding onto a tall staff, tipped with an eagle. I couldn't make out any concrete details about the man, except for the duster he was wearing. A symbol was painted on the back. Thirteen white stars painted on a blue circle, and five vertical red stripes below it all.
"You can go ho, Courier," the man growled at , lifting up the staff, and then slamming the bottom against the ground with a sharp crack.
My eyes snapped open - for real, this ti. And yet I was still in darkness. I heard a pair of muffled voices from... sowhere.
"M'colleague, are you absolutely certain that sir going to awaken soon?"
"I certainly hope so. It'd be a damn sha if this was the first ti my patented 'Wake-Up Juice' didn't work!"
A pair of doors opened in front of with a loud hiss and a blinding flash of light. I suddenly found myself falling face-first out of a large box and onto the cold tal floor. I did manage to catch myself before my face smashed into the floor, so I ended up on my hands and knees. A heaving sensation rose up in my chest. As soon as my mouth opened, out ca so kind of unidentifiable semi-solid white fluid.
"Augh!" I coughed a few more tis, wiping away the excess from the edges of my mouth. "Oh, what the... that's... ugh!" I pushed up off the ground, still completely confused and disoriented. I wobbled in place, and clutched at the edge of the hologram table in the center of The Sink.
"Welco back to the waking world, sir," Jeeves said, unflappable as ever. "It is certainly heartening to see sir once again conscious and back on sirs feet."
"Wh..." I looked around groggily, still a bit unfocused and disoriented. "M'at th' Sink? How did... how'd I get here? Wasn't I... I was in th' mud... an' fighting... an'... blood ev'rywh're..." I coughed again, reaching up to rub my face with my right hand.
"Yes sir, you did indeed appear in quite the sorry and, if sir will pardon my French, bloody state when sir was dragged here by sirs canine companion the other day." Jeeves said calmly. However, as my faculties slowly started to return, sothing occurred to :
Sickening as it was to think about, I was pretty sure that my right arm had been severed by a proton axe, just above the elbow. The more I thought about it, the more I definitely rembered that happening.
So how was I rubbing my face with my right hand?
I pulled my hand away and stared. It was my arm, and at the sa ti, it wasn't my arm. Let's not mince words here: I was now the proud owner a robot arm. But it was unlike any other fake limb that I'd ever seen before. EVER. Most of the ti, if soone loses a limb in the wasteland (and they actually take the ti and caps to replace it at all) the fake arm or leg is made out of whatever is available. Scrap tal, spare parts, maybe a bit of hazard paint around the edges...
This didn't look like that at all.
For one thing, it was the exact sa shape and size as my old arm. It was clearly made out of so kind of tal, but it certainly wasn't scrap, and the flexing, interlocking tal plates were flesh colored. If it wasn't for the tiny gaps in the joints (where I could almost see the inner workings) and the obvious seams separating the plates, it almost looked like a normal arm. And it was the entire arm, too - the prosthetic ended at my shoulder, and looked like it had been fused to the side of my chest.
I stared at the arm, opening and closing my fist several tis... and a few other odd things stood out. The action didn't feel as fluid as it should have been, for one thing. Trying to move it like my old hand felt jerky and stiff. As much as it looked like a robotic carbon-copy of my arm, there was clearly so learning to be done. For another thing - and this was what really and truly baffled - there was a sense of feeling in the arm. When I clenched my fist, I could feel the tal fingers pressing into the palm, and the thumb wrapped around the outside. I started poking the plates on my forearm and bicep with my left index finger, and - yep, could feel that too. I don't know how to properly describe it, other than it felt weird and utterly wrong, but there was definitely a sense of touch being transmitted through the tal.
"Sir?" Jeeves asked as I examined my new limb. "Is sir quite alright?"
"I... uh..." I tried my damndest to shake it off. "But I... uh... wh... huh?"
"I believe the words you're lookin' for are 'thank you," Auto Doc said, proudly. "Yeah, you should consider yourself damn lucky to have that replacent. That right there is state of the art - Nano-Protheus' top of the line! It's stronger, tougher, faster... basically, just all around better than flesh and bone. I wanted to go ahead and give you a full set, but Mr. Killjoy over there nixed that idea, told to just replace the mangled stump." The Auto Doc sighed. "Just gotta suck the joy outta everything..."
"... a full set?" I asked weakly.
"Ahem," Jeeves coughed, bringing my attention back to the hologram table. "I believe, sir, what m'colleague is trying to say is that thanks to the schematics sir was able to recover from the X-12 Nano-Protheus labs, we were able to successfully manufacture a biotric prosthesis quite easily, after which it was an easy job for m'colleague to graft it onto sirs nervous system."
"Schematics?" I asked, a bit confused. "But I... I didn't recover anything from X-12 except Sasha." I paused. "... did I?"
"Sir is indeed correct in sirs deduction," Jeeves said, his holographic bars glowing faintly. "Sir did not personally recover any physical schematics from the X-12 labs. However, once sir entered the facility and disabled the defensive security asures - as sir did with X-8 and Y-17 - then it was a trivial matter to set up a remote link and download the schematics via the UHF waves saturating the crater."
"...Huh." I looked back down at the tal arm, trying to process the vast amount of information dumped on since regaining consciousness. I opened and closed my hand several tis, and tried to see what range of motion I had; the movents still felt stiff and slightly unnatural, but it was getting noticeably easier by the minute. "So, you said this arm is stronger than my old one? How much stro-"
"BARK!"
Before I had a chance to react, I was flat on my back, being pinned to the ground by 100 pounds of cybernetically modified dog, licking my face frantically.
"Augh! Ah-heh! Ah, hey Rox! Happy to see you, too." Instinctively, I started to reach for her with my right hand, but stopped just short of her fur, and decided to pet her with my left hand before gently nudging her off so I could get back on my feet. The mad scientists here seed to love to push everything they did to the absolute limit, and then go a bit further, so it's probably best to play it safe until I'm absolutely sure of how strong this arm is...
A horrible, terrifying idea flashed in my brain, and my blood ran cold. I looked back down at the cold, hard tal of my right hand... and imdiately decided that I would have to learn how to do certain other activities with my left.
"So, you saved , huh?" I shook off the feeling of dread as quickly as I could, continuing to absentmindedly pet Roxie.
"Indeed, sir," Jeeves said as soon as I was back on my feet. "Sirs cybernetic canine companion has been quite busy the last few days, retrieving many objects of great value... and others of perhaps dubious importance," Jeeves coughed, grumbling softly.
"Du- what?" I asked. "What are you talking about?"
"I am referring, sir, to the personality chips sirs canine companion recovered while sir was in m'colleagues care." I finally looked down, at the edge of the hologram table, noticing for the first ti the four small boxes with white hexagons on the tops; three of them had bite marks, clearly having been carried by a dog recently. I laughed, reaching down to pet Roxie again.
"Good dog," I said with a smile. She let out a soft "Wurf!" and rubbed her face into my hand. "Alright, well... she went to the trouble of finding them, lets see what we've got." Jeeves sighed , the panel beneath the boxes sliding open.
"If that is sirs wish, then that is what we must do." One by one, I slid the chips into place. There were only two empty slots left now. The hologram shifted, and the bars disappeared, turning into words hovering in midair:
INSTALLING PERSONALITIES:
-Light Switch 01
-Light Switch 02
-Sink
-Biological Research Station
"Light switches?" I asked curiously.
"Indeed, sir. I believe sir will find them in the next room." To illustrate the point, the hologram above Jeeves shifted again, and turned into a large arrow, pointing to the right.
"Aaaahhh..." I heard a synthetic female voice yawn as soon as I crossed the threshold; I looked to my right, and saw a panel with a large red "01" button. This must be one of the light switches. The button flashed several tis as I walked up to it. "Oh! Oh myyyy! Hello! How can I illuminate you today, handso?"
"So... what do you do here?" I asked, genuinely curious. I highly doubted Mobius would make a novelty talking light switch and just leave it at that. The light switch giggled.
"Oh, Doctor Mobius and I were... deeply involved in research on the ability of light levels to enhance human cognition."
"Really?" Even Roxie let out a confused whine. "Did it work?"
"We observed a fascinating phenonon: certain spectra of visible light actually increased cognitive function and reasoning ability! Of course..." The light giggled again. "Doctor Mobius' brain is just soooo big already, we had a hard ti asuring it."
"Heh," I rubbed my chin, a perverse idea taking hold. "You know, it's not often that I et a light switch with brains..." I have never t a light switch with brains. "I think I'm going to like it here." The button on the switch flashed several tis.
"Oh... well, that's very sweet of you. Maybe one of these nights we can..." The button flashed again. "...discuss theorems?"
"Maybe," I said with a smile, running my thumb along the bottom edge of the switch case. "I'll let you know." The button flashed again.
"Oh! Well... don't keep waiting too long, honey!" At that mont, I heard another voice - still female, but slightly different, and coming from the other side of the room.
"Mmmm... that was a nice little... uh... catnap." The voice was coming from another light switch, identical to the first one but with a "02" on the button. "How long was I out?"
"Another one, huh?" I asked, walking over; as I did, I heard a muffled "harrumph!" from the other switch. "So, what do you do?"
"Ooh! Hello there!" The second switch said, her button flashing. "I'm Doctor Mobius'... eh... Personal assistant! Yeah, that's it! We were studying... um... oh, shoot, what was it?" The switch paused, as if looking for the right word. "Oh yeah! Lightning! No, no, wait, uh... lighting! Yes, I'm sure that's the right one. How lighting affects human interaction." She certainly seed perky, if not the brightest bulb in the...
Heh.
"So? What'd you find out?"
"Oh! It was suuuuper exciting!" She said cheerfully. "It turns out that so pretty colored lights can make you way better at talking to people!"
"Well, you're certainly... turning on," I said with a smirk and a waggle of my eyebrows, completely unable to resist the pun. She giggled, obviously pleased.
"Oh, you! I bet you say that to all the light switches!"
"Ugh!" The first light switch finally spoke up, obviously agitated. "Back off, you useless little strumpet! You don't want to listen to her, sweetie. All she can do is conflate the betternt of man's mind with... with a luminous aphrodisiac!"
"Oh, as-if!" The second light switch retorted. "Don't pay any attention to that frigid ice queen! She just thinks she's sooooo much better than everybody just because her processors are bigger! You know what they say: the bigger the processors, the looser the input slot!"
"Oh, fuck you bitch!"
"Prude!"
"Slut!"
"Cow!"
"Whore!"
"Cunt!"
"LADIES!" I said, standing in the middle of the room and holding out my hands to try and stop the two switches from fighting. "Ladies, please, cool down your motherboards. There's no need to fight, there's plenty of to go around for everyone!"
There was a long, awkward pause.
"Oh, trust honey." The first light switch spoke up first, the button glowing rather brightly. "We can tell." It took a minute to understand just why she put that specific kind of emphasis on that last word. And even then, I didn't figure it out until I looked down.
"Oh. Right. I'm not wearing any pants. Of course I'm not wearing any pants. Jeeves? Where are my pants?"
"I believe that sirs clothing and other personal effects have been gathered together within the confines of sirs bedroom," Jeeves said, speaking out of a speaker sowhere in the ceiling. Without another word to the two catty light switches, I rushed into my room... and imdiately saw Sasha lying on the bed.
"AH!" The husky, masculine voice of the minigun shouted, enthusiastic as ever. "! Is good to see you back on your feet!"
"It's good to see you too, Sasha," I said, quickly finding my pants and hurriedly putting them on. "You can thank the Auto Doc for fixing up."
"TANK YOU DOK-TOR!" The minigun bellowed, almost hurting my ears. Strangely enough, I heard a response from the other room:
"You're welco, K-9!" Sasha didn't seem pleased with that. The brain growled, and the speaker on top grumbled.
"My na is Sasha, ..." The minigun grumbled as I finished fumbling with my trousers. "Still, good to see you up!"
"Thanks, Sash," I grabbed my shirt off the bed. I looked around, and saw that almost everything I had on (and lots more besides) had clearly been retrieved by Roxie. My G36, the LAER rifle, all my pistols, my grenades... the MP5 (thankfully, without my arm still attached...), and even Christine's rifle were all here, all arranged neatly on the desk in the corner of the room.
"Ah, damnit..." I picked up the Riot Gear chestpiece... or, at least, what was left of it. It was barely recognizable as a piece of armor anymore. It had been mangled, bloodstained, covered in mud... fuck, no wonder I'd lost consciousness. If my armor looked this fucked up, I can only imagine how bad I must have looked when Roxie dragged back here...
"Well, you served well," I said, setting the destroyed armor back down and giving it a solemn pat. "I'm sorry it had to end this way. Now, let's see if... aw, fuck." I picked up my duster, and realized that, like my armor, it too had been ruined. But it wasn't completely ruined. Sure it was muddy and bloody and there were cuts and bullet holes everywhere, but that wasn't anything new. The thing that killed it? The right arm was roughly torn off. No surprise, really, but... it just looked stupid with just the one arm.
"Hmph..." I grabbed one of the knives off the table. "Welp, needs must." I set the blade against the upper edge of the left sleeve and - nothing. It wouldn't budge. Obviously, a normal knife wasn't going to... cut it. I groaned inwardly at the unintentional pun, and grabbed the protonic inversal axe. One swift swipe later, and I now had a sleeveless duster. Probably wouldn't offer the sa level protection as before, but at least it wasn't lopsided.
That's the one thing I never understood about armor in the wasteland. I suppose people see one leather-clad wastelander wearing asymtrical armor and one sleeve, and suddenly every wastelander wants just one tal shoulder pad and one sleeve.
"So! Now you are nded, we will go back out there, and kill more mbers of enemy team, yes? Make them pay for your ruined arm?"
"I... uh..." I hesitated, throwing on the duster, not sure how to answer. I'd almost forgotten how gung-ho Sasha was. And if my suspicion was correct, then it was Sasha that brought down all that ruckus on my head. It was amazingly, stupendously loud, which is probably what drew all the attention in the first place, and the minigun was stupidly heavy. With all the other guns I carried, trying to lug that much weight around kept from being fast enough to get out of that truly tricky situation at the end there...
"There is problem?" Sasha asked. I could hear the brain whimper.
"Well... I an... aren't you out of ammo?" I finally said. "I don't exactly have a lot of $200 custom tooled cartridges lying around. I don't have any, in fact."
"No worries! Is not problem!" The gun shouted, with the brain under the barrels panting heavily. "Ask Sink Central Intelligence, he can make more!" I blinked a few tis, taken aback.
"Jeeves?" I said aloud.
"Yes sir?" Jeeves spoke up, his voice echoing from a speaker above my head.
"Is this true, what Sasha's saying? Can you make more ammo?" I looked up, trying to find the unseen speaker, pointing at the minigun.
"Indeed, sir. If sir would care to return to the central console, then I would be happy to demonstrate to sir my main intended function." I walked out of the bedroom, past the living room with the light switches (who both let out sighs of disappointnt as I passed, now that I was fully clothed), and finally ca to a halt in front of the circular table in the middle of The Sink.
"Alright, Jeeves," I folded my arms across my chest, staring at the (surprisingly blank) hologram table. "Thrill ."
"I cannot, sir." Jeeves replied instantly.
"Hang on, you just sa-"
"I cannot provide sir a demonstration of the holographic reconstitution matrix, until sir provides a specific construction order." Jeeves said calmly. I sighed, and buried my face in my left hand.
"Alright, you want an order? Fine. Can you make so of those custom-whatever cartridges for Sasha?" Before I'd even finished speaking, the edges of the hologram dish began to glow brightly. Streams of light erged from the center and the edges of the dish, and blue holographic cubes ford out of thin air. The squares pulled themselves together, like iron filings to a magnet, and I watched with dawning recognition as they got smaller and smaller until instead of glowing holographic cubes, I saw a single rifle bullet hovering in midair directly over the center of the dish.
"Does the result et with sirs satisfaction?" Jeeves asked as I stared, wide eyed. I reached out and cautiously plucked the bullet from its spot in midair. Yep, it was, in fact, real.
"I've seen this before," I said aloud, more to myself than to Jeeves. "This is... this is like the vending machine tech in the Sierra Madre!"
"Unfortunately, I do not know of this 'Sierra Madre,' of which you speak, sir." Jeeves said, his holographic bars returning. "However, I can indeed inform sir that the holographic reconstitution matrix provided within my chassis was the initial prototype of such experintal technology, designed and built by Doctor Mobius, after which the schematics were sent to the Y-0 facility for further testing and production." I continued turning the bullet around in my hand, staring at it.
"You an... you're trying to tell that this whole ti I've been here, you could've just zapped in more ammo at the drop of a hat?"
"I am able to provide many more services and items than rely ammunition, sir, so long as the files for said item have been loaded into my databanks and the reserves of raw materials are not exhausted. If sir is interested in perusing the full list of items available for replication, then I can produce said list for sir at any ti sir wishes."
"Nevermind that! You didn't think to tell about this before NOW?!" I shouted, leaning against the table.
"If sir will forgive my use of a tired old clich, sir did not ask."
I just shook my head and walked away. I'd deal with Jeeves later. There were still at least two personality constructs that had been installed, and finding them might be a bit of a laugh. A laugh I desperate-
"OH GOD!" A synthetic female voice shouted as I entered the plant workshop on the other end of The Sink. The voice had a similar accent as Jeeves, and when I looked around, I realized the voice was coming from the sink mounted on the side of the wall. "Look at you! You're... filthy." She said the word with utter disgust, as if it was the worst word she could imagine. "Your clothes... they're just caked in horrible, sticky blood, and such filthy, filthy mud, and..." the Sink sniffed the air. "... Jesus wept, you sll like stale sex! I suppose you'll... want to clean up then?"
"Uh..." I pointed to the bathroom just behind . "Well, there's a shower in there. If I was gonna clean up, I'd probably use that." The Sink let out a sigh of relief.
"Oh, thank God..." I couldn't help but laugh.
"What, do you have a problem with dirt or sothing?"
"Well, of course I do, darling!" The Sink practically shouted hysterically. "It's just so... unsanitary! Do you know how many germs are in one cubic centiter of dirt? Seventy... hundred... gajillion! Would you want that getting washed down your gullet day in and day out? I didn't think so!" I thought about that for a few seconds.
"You know, I could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure gajillion isn't actually a real number." Before the Sink could respond, I heard another voice from behind - a synthetic male voice, yawning and moaning. I turned, and saw that the server I'd noticed earlier was now lit up and humming to life.
"Oh, Bloody Norah! You've gone and woken up the lech," the Sink sighed heavily.
"Ooh... oh yeah, baby!" The server said as the lights on the side flashed, his deep voice practically oozing sex. "Feels good to be on-line again! Yeah, all circuits on-line... ready to receive your seed."
"Uh..." I hesitated, a bit taken aback. "W-what did you just say to ?"
"Your seed, baby," The server said with a voice as smooth as silk. "I'm the original, certified, rarefied, testified GS-2000 Biological Research Station. Yes sir, I'm a seed-clonin' machine. You got seeds? I'll clone the shit out of 'em!"
"Clone? What do you an, clone?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I was getting a few ideas as to what he ant, but...
"It's the miracle of life, baby. You bring so succulent genetic samples, and I'll work my mojo on them. Clone you up all kinds of plants! Got DNA profiles for hundreds of plants, aw, yeah... I can also break them down for you, if you're into the kinky stuff. Bring any old plant parts, and I'll grind them up into Salient Green for you. Yeah, you like that, don't you baby?"
"DNA profiles? What kind of plants can you clone?" I asked, much more curious now. The main monitor on the side of the server suddenly lit up.
"Ready your eye-holes, and take a gander at this list of everything I can do for you, baby." I bent over to get a closer look at the list of plants on the screen. I scrolled down, and the list just kept going... and going... and going... it was imnse! Half of these plants I'd never even heard of before.
The longer and longer I perused this list, the more I realized... this machine, this biological research station... it must have been built before the war. All of these plants on this list were unmutated plant life from before the bombs. I was prepared to bet that this contained a genetic record of every plant that had since gone extinct! This was... the possibilities were...
"Okay..." I spoke up, still scrolling through the seemingly never-ending list of plants it could clone. "So, if I bring you samples of dried plant life, you can clone any plant on this list, and grow them in these planters?" I pointed to the trays of dirt filling the room behind .
"Oh, you know it baby. I just need so samples and I got you going. Take a few days, but trust - it's all kinds of good!"
"This is... holy shit..." I kept staring at the list, trying to contain my excitent. "There's... there's wheat in here! I've never... I've only ever had bread made from corn. And there's fruits! Strawberries... blackberries... cherries... I've never..."
"Oh, that ain't the best thing I can do for you, baby," the Biological Research Station let out a long, slow laugh. "I can make every single species in the genus Coffea." He paused for a minute to let that sink in. "That's right, baby. I can make you so steamy hot coffee. Ohhh yeah..."
"Welco back, sir," Jeeves said when I walked back into the central room. I'd finished making notes of everything I'd wanted to grow (all I needed was to find so 'genetic samples' for the BRS), and got finished taking a shower. The Sink in The Sink was right, I was filthy. It was nice to get clean. "Will sir be requiring more ammunition and supplies?"
"In a minute, yes Jeeves," I said, flexing my robotic hand. I'd only been up an hour, but it was already feeling a lot more natural. Not perfect, but better. "If there's one thing I've learned from my little accident, then it's that I need to be a lot more mobile. It's no use finding all this tech and gear out in the crater if I can't bring it back, because I've been ambushed and can't outrun my attackers."
"A cunningly astute observation, if I may say so sir."
"Thanks. So! If I want to get more mobile, I'm gonna need so wheels," I said. Jeeves' holographic bars flickered slightly and changed color.
"For your feet, sir?"
"N-no..." I stamred out. "Wheels, as in a car or a truck. So kind of motorized transport."
"Ah," Jeeves' tone seed sowhat relieved. "Yes sir, that does indeed make more sense. Forgive my confusion, sir, but stranger requests were issued of by the Think Tank in days gone by."
"Yeah, I can believe that. So, where can we find a car in the crater? Do you know of any place around here that might have one in halfway decent condition?" As I spoke, the holographic bars vanished, and were replaced by that familiar map of the crater.
"Sadly, sir, I cannot pin-point any specific locations for sir, as none of the vehicles used in the Big Mountain facility had any transponders. However, there are records in my databanks that the Securitron De-Construction Plant to the northeast of the do had a number of second-hand forr US-Army M35 2-ton cargo trucks in their motor pool, for the use of transporting robots both intact and disassembled." As Jeeves spoke, a red dot flashed on the map, pointing out a location sowhere to the northeast of the do. I quickly input the location into my Pip Boys map.
"A deuce-and-a-half, huh?" I said, nodding. "Well, that'll certainly help carry stuff... Alright, it's a plan." I paused. "Actually, hang on. Jeeves? That list of yours, that has all the things you can replicate. Do you have any car parts, in case the only deuce-and-a-half I find is completely broken?"
"Allow to provide for sir the complete list, in full, of every item available within the holographic reconstitution matrix, so that sir might peruse at sirs leisure." The holographic map disappeared, and was replaced with a list nearly as long and exhaustive as the Biological Research Station's list of plants it could clone.
As I looked over the list, I couldn't quite shake the feeling that I'd forgotten about sothing... Sothing important... sothing...
I shook my head and went back to reading. I'm sure if it was really important, I'd rember it eventually.
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