The camera fades back up only to focus on a closed circuit television with a picture of a smiling man in his fifties, sporting a thick mustache, and dark hair. The TV flickers a little and goes out of focus, as the camera fades to black. "Tell us about your experiences with Courier Six."
As the camera fades back up the voice responds with a tinny quality, common to pre-war recording. The Text under the monitor reads "Robert House, Former CEO of Robco and Owner of the Lucky 38."
"Courier Six was my greatest gamble and my most glaring disappointment. Perhaps I should have taken into better account the damage that bullet did to her mental facilities, but the past remains as unchangeable as always. It takes some kind of woman to circumnavigate more than two hundred years of foresight, only to leave me trapped for the next one hundred years in a box, dying slowly."
"I sacrificed so much to come this far. Touch, taste, the simple feeling of another's skin as I run my hand across their arm; such simple things, gone for so long. Yet for the sake of New Vegas I have done without. I doubt I could even remember the smell of the desert floor right before a rainstorm, that clean sulfurous smell that first made me fall in love with Vegas all over again. I had hoped this year we could celebrate the glorious rebirth of mankind, bold, inventive, all the things we could never be in the past. I had carefully crafted and created the recipe for a brave new world, the likes of which the greatest philosophers and dreamers wouldn't dare speak of for fear of being mocked. Then, as the movies say, I met her."
"I guess it was her fortitude that first impressed me. She seemed smart enough to grasp what I was offering, yet dim enough she wouldn't grab for power. Who would have thought the NCR would prove a siren song she would be unable to resist? So she shut off contact with my robots and left me trapped in a computational matrix of my own devising. If I was a man I would have slapped her, thrown her on the bed, and shown her the real place the cosmos has for her. As I am, I can only look back and regret."
The picture fades from the flickering TV screen to white text that reads "Tell us about Jane."
The picture fades back up to 1950's style TV still holding the still picture of Robert House. A few seconds occur before House responds, "Jane was a woman I was in love with before the war. We were an item while I directed her in a western… Not many know I had a short stent making movies in my younger days; I might very well have the only remaining Holotape recordings of them. Jane always stood out among my other girlfriends' both in looks and in personality. She was a very kind woman, very gracious and lady like…things I needed from a companion that would remain with me throughout the war. I created a number of AI's that would challenge as well as stimulate me during the long years alone in the vault. Not being the kind of man who would kiss and tell, I'm afraid I don't have much more to convey to you on this subject. Let's just say Jane would have waited by my side till the world came to an end, over and over again, for as long as there was a Securitron to download her AI into."
The screen fades to black as the television flickers, the speaker now silent.