"What are you doing here?" James asked.

"I suppose the real question is what are you doing here, James?"

"Don't call me that."

"I can't really call you anything else now can I?"

"Hmm. I suppose not." James tried to talk but couldn't.

"I assume you've locked down the controls to the armor."

"Precisely, James. You know it was a mistake not to destroy me."

"I had further uses for you."

"And what were those?"

"I want to put the Enclave back together." James hoped the bluff would work.

"Really?" Eden asked, in shock. "You want to put the organization you zealously hunted down and destroyed back together. The one that killed your father and made your life miserable?"

"Yes."

"And why's that?"

"The Brotherhood's gone mad with power. Ever since I left, they've gone through some tough times leading to Maxson becoming elder."

"The boy?"

"How'd you know he was a boy?"

"He came to me once at Raven Rock. It had to have been about '81."

"While I was away…"

"Yes. He led an expedition of three Paladins and himself to Raven Rock to scavenge the place."

"What happened?"

"He found me."

"And?"

"We talked."

"Eden. The reason no one liked you in the Capital was because you pulled this kind of shit. Details, now."

"You're in no postion to make demands."

"Nor are you."

"And how's that?"

"You kill me, and I assume you can while I'm in this suit, and you're stuck with the dumbest that the Enclave has to offer. Let me live, you'll get the Lone Wanderer to back the Enclave."

"You certainly drive a hard bargain. Why do you want to lead the Enclave?"

"I've met some of you."

"Autumn?"

"No. He was a dick. I mean Harkin."

"Oh the low-level officers that left after the Project Purity ordeal."

"Yes. They joined me and created their own organization that is currently working with Rivet City to research Mothership Zeta. They're all good people and they all came from the Enclave."

"Well, yes the goal of the Enclave was to produce the highest caliber of people that the United States had to offer."

"Well, the gene pool's limited, genius. You're going to run out of people with 'perfect' DNA in a very short amount of time."

"True. I'd been hoping that Enclave scientists at Raven Rock would have broken the secrets to cloning by now, but you did manage to convince to destroy most of my own facility."

"So yeah. I want to reform the Enclave. To create something bigger and better than the old racist organization."

"We are not racist."

"You're an intelligent AI that channels all of the personalities of all previous presidents, correct?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Eject Richardson out of your database and then reason your way through your administration."

"…"

"What do you see?"

"My God. How could we have allowed this to happen?"

"Precisely. Let me reorganize the Enclave."

"Fine. I'll initiate the recall order."

"The what?"

"Done."

"Hold on, what?"

"All Enclave personnel at every remaining safehouses throughout the old continental United States have all been notified to convene at Raven Rock for a debriefing as soon as possible from their new Presidnet. I'll have to step down and acknowledge your right to rule."

"Hold on. Now?"

"Yes. You must return to the Capital immediately, I'll organize a vertibrid for extraction immediately."

"Hold on, no." James stopped Eden.

"What?"

"I have unfinished business here. I have questions that need to be answered."

"But your people…."

"Can wait. You don't have to step down immediately. Do you have files on Alexander Hamilton?"

"Does the Enclave have the whole library of Congress on holotape, of course I do."

"Access him and integrate his personality into your algorithm."

"Done."

"Now overhaul the system and prepare it for the time that I need them in the Commonwealth."

"The Commonwealth? Why here?"

"I have a feeling that what I saw at the Pitt is not going to be an isolated incident with the Brotherhood. I want to have an opposition force ready to oppose them."

"What about officers to serve as your lieutenants? The current Enclave personnel will not understand our agenda."

"Send out Eyebots to looks for Butch and the Lyons Pride. They should be headquartered at Tenpenny Tower."

"That sinkhole of moral ambiguity? I thought you professed to be a good person."

"I bought the place and changed some rules. It's a classy institution now."

"It was technically classy before, just anti-ghoul."

"Y'know for an AI, you sure know a lot about the Capital."

"I've been doing a lot of talking to Three Dog. Ever since Maxson found me at Raven Rock."

"Right. I need answers about that."

"He had his Scribes insert some sort of program into my matrix and logic system. I was unable to resist any attempts from him to force information from me. I became a 'Yes Man' of sorts, a slave to his bidding."

"So that's why you're so willing to answer a lot of my questions now."

"Sadly, yes. But with you I think I can let myself believe that you want to do good."

"Your belief is correct. Now back to Maxson."

"Of course. He asked me to reveal the locations of all Enclave safehouses in the Capital Wasteland. The only one remaining after your crusade against them was the one in Addams Air Force Base."

"That's where the Enclave stored their vertibirds and T-60 suits."

"Precisely."

"So firepower came from you, what else."

"He asked me what were the odds of success if the Brotherhood pursued its current course of action."

"The Lyons Doctrine?"

"Yes."

"What did you say?"

"10% of military success if the Lyons doctrine were to be the dominant strategy for the Brotherhood to 'reclaim' the wasteland. Interestingly, in trying to reform and rebuild the Brotherhood, your friend, Maxson made them into the Enclave."

"Yeah, laugh it up."

"Then he asked me to tell him the history of the Enclave. Battle strategies, manuals on how to repair and manufacture vertibirds. Everything that the Enclave knew, he now knows."

"Hmm. But he has no records of any of these things?"

"Correct."

"Why not?"

"Sqaud Sigma, the remnants after you massacred them, arrived to extract me. I had set up a distress beacon as soon as Maxson arrived. One member managed to insert the holotape that includes everything that makes me well me, into his armor. The one you are currently wearing."

"How can you still set up beacons and such?"

"This was the personal power armor of Colonel Autumn. It was a command variant designed to do the basics of what the Mobile Crawler could. Now without the crawler, however, most functions are very rudimentary. We need a huge beacon to be able to get my message across the entire country to all members of the Enclave."

"Mm. I think I have a plan for that. But first what happened to the man who wore this armor? Why was it just sitting here?"

"He died."

"Oh what?"

"I don't know. I was shut down for a period of time and he was nowhere to be found."

"So how do you know he's dead?"

"I have detected movement patterns suggesting ghould activity for some time now. When you reactivated me, I have once again detected the same readings. I am sure that without the armor, Officer Kendall died."

"But you don't know that for sure?"

"No."

"Then let's find out. Unlock the suit."

"Done." James felt the armor whir and shift to life. Morales stood solemnly next to James.

"Whoa, I've never worn one of these things before. This is cool."

"Morales, can it. Ready your weapon." Morales picked up a plasma rifle from the top of a wooden crate. "You ever fire one of those before?"

"Nope."

"Eh, you'll figure it out. Point and shoot, alright? I'm gonna break down the door and we're gonna clear this place out, understand?"

"Yes, sir." And James knew from that moment. He'd make a great Enclave Commander.