Dazzling in gold and silver, the statue of the Vault Dweller shone brilliantly in the middle of Shady Sands, the capital of the New California Republic. Down Aradesh Lane one would find the Monument to Tandi that stood over the capital. An ever vigilant eye over the nation she created from scratch. Were that statue to be personified, it would weep for what it's country had become. Behind the statue of Tandi lies the Senatatorial Rotunda and across the street, infront of the statue lies the President's house. sprawling out in a series of circles are the streets of the capital. Several more statues and monuments dot the city. Monuments such as the Commemoration of the Brotherhood War, where a lone NCR Trooper stands alone 3 against Brotherhood Paladins in a much dramatized photo from the forgotten war.
Much like an Old World city would look, electric lights flood the streets, and even a few cars run, though most people walk. The buildings are adobe and sand, and the streets are paved with cobblestone. Walls line the impressive city. Streets extend out past the gate in four directions, all connecting the republic to its states. A 5th road, a massive road, a post war interstate, was currently under construction to connect to the I-15 to the new territory of Vegas.
The Republic had thrown everything they had into the war, and damnit they were going to make sure they recouped, and even profited from their losses. Everything was about Vegas. the Burough of Republic Promotion printed pamflets twenty four seven advertising the weath and prosperity of vegas.
When just a few years ago the citizens of the republic gathered in Radio tavernes to hear the daily report, there was affluence enough for as much as eighty percent of households to own a recreational radio in the urban areas, and in the rural communities even most farms had one. Magazines were printed showing wonderful photographs of the lands of the Mojave, and the glimering lights of the Strip. And even the old invention of Television was making a slight comback. Toasters, Ovens, Refridgerators. Consume consume consume. And most of all, travel! See the world! The roads are safe! We have conquered the Wasteland. It is a wasteland no longer!
For the first time in 200 years the people of what was America had the affluence to not just survive, but live, and they wanted to consume. They wanted non nessessities. Possetions with which they can prove their wealth, and vegas had exactly that. Millions of trinkets. Postcards, prints, posters, poker chips, card decks, and the capacity of the Old World Factories to produce electronics like radios and TV's abound. Mr. House's prediction may yet come true. In a hundred years man may be in orbit once again.
In the outlaying cities of the Republic the feelings were mutual, and the growth just as abundant. The Hub, Reno, Junktown, Dayglow, Maxon, Vault City, all of them growing at an exponential rate in population and wealth. Radio shows could be heard comming from everyone's homes, and travel along the roads was safe. Even the far off village or Arroyo was installing public lighting.
In this area of the world, this promised land known as California, the world was healing, and growing. All thanks to the sacrefices of soldiers, and the risks of thier General. Yes, the war was brutal, and yes it cost many Californian lives, but the ends justified the means. Men died for the freedom of NCR, but no one expected the prosperity that was knocking on the door of President Kimball's office. The President, allready a hero of the people, the winner of the Legionary War, the greatest president since Tandi. And lets not forget the general who made it happen! General Lee Oliver! The President was eager to reign for four more years over this prosperous land. This land that had no problems. This land where everyone was happy and no one was poor. This land that was too good to be true.