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Chapter 1: Two to the skull, but one gets up.

"Assessing status..."

"Critical trauma to adaptive function, functions disabled."

"Criticlal trauma to temporal modulator, GRX disabled."

"Severe trauma to combat functions, functions limited."

"Severe trauma to interaction functions, functions limited."

"Minor trauma to inverse functions, currently repairing."

"Reported critical trauma to organic thought processes, damage repaired by external source."

"Cybernetic systems at 12%, Organic systems at 70%."

"Reactivation successful."

Always those robotic sounds in my ears. Always constant reminder that I am not human, no matter how much I look like one. Always clear about the fact that I was an experiment, a weapon, and a monster.

"You're awake, how bout that." My eyes focused on a elderly Caucasian male. It was easy to assess that he was the one who pulled the bullets out of my brainpan and fixed me up. I immeadiately marked him as friendly. I tried to get up, only for my vision to be distorted. "Woah, easy there. You've been out a couple of days. Why don't you relax for a second, get your bearings." It also became clear that he wasn't doing it for caps either. Part of me was glad that I ran into a doctor that was this friendly, while the other part wished that I was killed by the bullets.

The doc was pretty good about the checkup as well, a Vigor Tester, personality profile and Rorshach blot test were implimented. Very thorough. He stopped me long enough to return my possessions, but then he asked me about it. He knew about Progect GRX, I don't know how, but he knew. He never explained how he knew, but he gave me an old vault suit, and he recalibrated a Pip-Boy 3000 for me while Iwas asleep. I knew what was going to happen, and so did he.

"External device recognized as friendly/ally. Applying Remote Adaptation Interface. Vault-Tec Assisted Target System enabled. Combat preformance increased to 12% of basic capacity."

Again that voice. I really didn't need another reminder, that I am a weapon, based around Pre-War tech with cloned DNA from a specific individual from Vault 13. The old 10mm pistol at my side was more than enough proof.

Doc pointed me to Sunny Smiles. Helped her clear out some Geckos, saved a woman from the town in the process. It was a nice feeling, saving lives. I knew the feeling wouldn't last, but at least now I had some hides and eggs for caps and some meat for later. But the real issue came from when she asked me to get some Broc and Xander. The Xander was easy. found the school, accidently stepped on a few Giant Mantises. Never knew how people mistook nymphs for giants?

The Broc, that was at the cemetary, right next to the open grave. When I gathered the flower, I had to look, just to see if there were any clues. I cound the cigarette butts odd. They were not a common brand, with the cost of them rangeing at 60 caps per pack. You could afford 3 cartons of normal cigaretts for that. That taking into account the suit he wore It seems my would be killer was well off.

I returned to Sunny, learned how to make healing powder, and got tricked by a con looking to cash in on a stash and loot the fool that cleared the Gecko's. He died before he could draw his pistol. One shot the the head. Instant. Idiot.

With that, more goods, and a bit of human garbage takin out, I made my way back to Goodsprings. I had hoped that, just maybe, I might have home now, a place I can believe in. I knew a good doctor that I could call friend, and I made a good impression on the town. I should have known the peace wouldn't last, as the first thing I heard once I endered the saloon was the barkeeper, Trudy, being yelled at by someone I actually wanted dead the moment I ment him. Joe Cobb.