"Okay wait. This is has to be bull." Nathan chuckled. George smiled. "You can't be the last President. The last one was Richardson and he was from the Enclave. Anyone who grew up near NCR territory would know that." George chuckled and scratched the back of his head.
"Yes, I understand. This is hard to believe, old sport but I am not of the Enclave. The Enclave was an emergency measure created by President Williams in 2070. In 2073 the United States government acquired Poseidon Oil and was renovated by Williams as the Enclave Headquarters. It was supposed to house the best and brightest of America's populace but unfortunately other matters busied President Williams and while he was preoccupied his Vice President filled the Poseidon Station with Political Allies, friends and family. There were quite a few people that had been selected by Williams but the leadership was filled with corrupt politicians and friends of Vice-President Jackson. However, Jackson never made it to Poseidon Oil. Williams activated Protocol Safeguard and the all Enclave personnel that was already selected and screened were deported to the station." George spoke quickly and confidently.
"How do you know this for sure?" Nathan asked. "Any of this to be exact? This sounds just like the fake stories and myths that circle around the Wastes!" George smiled sheepishly.
"Easy, I was there." George murmured.
"What?" Nathan pressed. "Do you mean to tell me that everything I inquired from the techs at Big Mountain were lying to me about the Old World?!"
"What do you mean, I wonder?" George pressed, now smirking.
"I pressed them for every bit of information that I could squeeze out of their diseased minds and their personal reflections were the concluding evidence on my loss of faith in the Old World." Nathan grumbled.
"Excellent." George stated simply. "That gives me some breathing room. The ignorant scientists have yet to reveal all of my secrets." George flashed a smile and waved his hand again. He had finished his cigarette and was now once again searching for something to keep him busy. As if he could not stand the action of being idle. George grabbed the mug from the tray on the mini securitron and sipped from it. "There is something I have to show you to prove to you that I have been alive prior to the Great War. I can prove to you why I am alive and it is up to you o decide whether or not I have truly lived for such a long time. Follow, now." George finished his drink and dropped the mug onto his desk. He reached under and pressed something. The grey wall opened and a portion of it dissolved into the ceiling. George watched it disappear. A large blue computer screen and keyboard moved forward and surrounded the desk. George pressed his hand on the screen and it flashed a brilliant white before returning to its sky blue color.
"IDENTITY CONFIRMED. WELCOME MR. PRESIDENT." Words began to flash on the screen. The disembodied voice returned to echo the phrase as the entire room whirred to life. Walls began moving and the room seemed to get taller. Nathan tapped his foot on the floor and realized that the floor was slowly moving down rather than the room was getting bigger. George began whistling a tune it was one that George was not familiar to. Nathan searched the room for Anders but the brute had disappeared. Computer terminals had replaced all the furniture in the room and the large blue computer terminal was surrounded by more terminal screens and computers for each screen.
"I'm afraid it isn't as impressive as it once was. Technology does not last long with constant use, I've managed by jury-rigging computer terminals that Anders has acquired for me to keep my personal computer running." George muttered. He was once again searching for something to keep him busy. Nathan stepped forward.
"You call a computer the size of a wall not impressive?" Nathan gaped. George nodded grimly.
"Computer display NORAD schematics. Authorization: Hephaestus." George said. The computer began flashing images and fine text that Nathan could not read from where he stood. He continued forward. George's back faced Nathan.
"No need to move forward, Mr. Hale. The computer has already broadcasted the information to your Pip-Boy." George muttered once again. For some odd reason George's tone had suddenly become grim, as if he had a hard releasing such documents to a person like Nathan. Additionally, George had never turned his body or his head. How did he know I was walking forward? Nathan wondered as he looked at his Pip-Boy. The old machine given to Nathna by Doc Mitchell from Goodsprings was now clean, shining and was flashing the same blue images and text from George's terminal. "There is a lot you will need to learn in the next few hours. I suggest you take a seat." George spoke. Now he was speaking louder once again, not like he was whispering.
"Why?" Nathan asked. George turned, his gaze was indifferent and unfocused compared to what it was when Hale was questioned about his views on the Old World.
"Hmm?"
"You've obviously had these for sometime. I've noticed a pair of NCR dogtags hidden on your desk over there and you have a ham radio in the corner of the room with a map of United States color-coded and marked with NCR positions, territories, stations, safehouses, and numerous broadcast codes. Why didn't you warn us about this facility?" Nathan asked. George raised an eyebrow.
"Very perceptive, Mr. Hale. Yes I have had contact with NCR for years now; I have provided with countless tidbits of information to lead them here. A breadcrumb trail if you will. I could never lead them here with direct contact, I always had to rely on messengers, paid couriers, and undercover spies of mine to get the information back to the capital but eventually they made their way here." George responded. He stepped forward. Nathan noticed the lights were off, only the computer terminals and George's computer with its blue light illuminated the dark room. "You question whether or not I am telling the truth, but you have never given me a chance to explain myself. Look at the schematics." Nathan's gaze left George's and back onto the Pip-Boy. He noticed patterns and locations that seemed familiar to him.
"The maze, it activated on accident wasn't it?" Nathan asked.
"Very good." George responded. "Yes, it was. The Legion, in attempting to pry open the vault in order to seize technology that would enable them to crush the NCR activated a failsafe security program. The maze was originally a test of sorts for soldiers of the United States. I was one such soldier."
"I thought you said you were the President."
"Let me get to that. It was take some explaining and this probably seems very confusing to you. I have taken the liberty of assigning Anders to have provided you basic background information. It is all on your Pip-Boy. Now, first. I will explain how I became President."
