"Man is the most dangerous species on the planet- mutants are disorganized and stupid, degenerates lack what little humanity they ever had, and the beasts that now call themselves aware are merely accidents of Man's curiosity. We once walked the Earth as Gods, and we shall soon do so again." -Anon
It is the year 2078, and America has weathered the Great War, and begun resettling the west coast. Navarro stands as a beacon of Civilization in the formerly lawless wastes, and the Pre-War city of Alaska has reconnected with the Newest incarnation of American Government. But not all things have a bright future- Adam Jensen has been captured by Humanity's bastard children, and only time will tell what happens when you cross a species with no past, and no future.
The President had finally touched down in Anchorage, and the people below were cheering and shouting, some with upraised banners welcoming him back into America.
His attention was focused on the group of men standing on the launch pad. Three men stood, two with powered armor, and one without. The president stepped out of his plane, and was greeted by laser rifles pointed at his face. The crowd below silenced themselves in shock, and the President's bodyguards scrambled to get into a position to protect him. The soldiers addressed the man without armor.
Then the man without armor walked up and hugged him, proclaiming that he was the President from before.
Laser rifles and gun were holstered, and the crowd began cheering once again.
Truly this would be an interesting experience.
Once the delegation had settled itself in the capitol building of Anchorage (and the capital of their slice of North America), the diplomacy began.
"Mr. President, the people of Anchorage are glad that you survived the war." Said the Governor of Alaska.
"I'm glad as well, though I am saddened by the beast America has become."
"I wouldn't say she is a beast quite yet, we've actually had a lot of trade between settlements, even if people are unwilling to completely join us"
"Up here, you didn't get the worst of the bombs. Down there, men and women were forced to see their families die of something they couldn't fight, something they couldn't even see. Many died shortly after. But some became ghouls."
"Ghouls?"
"Yes. These people took deadly radiation, but some quirk of genetics, chance, or fate has allowed them to survive. They look like corpses, give of small amounts of radiations, and without human contact, they degenerate into mindless savages."
"That's horrific!"
"Very. But I did not come here to scare you with tales of our home, I came to discuss our reconnection."
"I'm glad we can even have this talk, we thought we were alone"
"As did we"
"On to business then, we'd like to join you, but we have one condition."
"That being?"
"When the time comes, when America is back on its feet and ready to save the rest of the world, We want rights to Russia."
"To Russia?"
"Yes. In addition, we want exclusive rights to re-colonize Canada"
"What do you mean "Exclusive"?"
"Only settlers that we know about can start forming or rebuilding cities, and then they must only go to those that we allow"
"Why?"
"The people were only stopped from falling into anarchy by the government we've established here. They were promised certain things to foster hope, and we need room to expand without the federal government interfering"
"So you want Canada to essentially become a single state?"
"Yes"
"But in return, you will provide us any resource we need, and will help defend us in times of crisis?"
"Yes, except for manpower. We can give you soldiers, but the civilians cannot be shown what has become of the rest of America. Up here, we can blame raiders and slavers on Old Canada, but seeing America would break them"
"I have one final question to ask then, Governor."
"What is that?"
"Where can I sign?"
With that, an alliance was formed between two remnants of Old America, and the New World began to tremble.
The other America, however, was very displeased.
"How did he get to them before us?"
"They have a new vehicle, something faster than what we had before the war"
"How is that possible? They have nowhere near enough resources to start a test flight program!"
"They are based on the old rig, maybe they found something there"
"That goddamned rig has caused us too many problems."
"We can't touch it yet. The defenses are too much for even the fleet we have now."
"Fuck. What of our other assets?"
"All Vaults have refused our communications, but the assets in Europe, Africa, and Japan are still sending us reports."
"What of those in China?"
"..."
"Right. We sabotaged their Vaults."
"..."
"So now what?"
"We need to bleed this new alliance dry. I have an idea for this."
"That being?"
"Those brotherhood representatives mentioned wanting to expand, and we have several unoccupied facilities we could give them"
"How critical would these be?"
"Very low. Mainly personal bunkers and cities that survived the war mostly intact"
"And what of our more important assets in the area?"
'We should inform the council of your "plan""
"I've just sent them all copies of it in text, you should be getting one soon as well"
"You pull through for us once again"
"I do my best."
Back on the mainland, orders were being issued to military units throughout the New America. They were to begin settling smaller communities outside of those already established, after wiping out any hostile elements. The prerogative of America had become Reclamation after the war, and now it was a goal they could see coming to life before their eyes.
Deep within the steel crypt of Mariposa military base, a man stirred from his stupor, and began to survey his surroundings.
He tried to move, but he had no limbs. He tried to see, but his eyes were covered. He tried to listen but his ears were filled.
Adam Jensen was alone in the dark, until his head was released from the helm that had invalidated his sight and hearing.
"Greetings, Adam."
Adam turned his head and began to look for the voices owner. His gaze finally settled on a mass of flesh covering what looked like a Vault's overseer station. Once it did, the mass began to speak again.
"We are truly sorry for the injury and disarmament that was forced upon you, but you were too dangerous to leave whole. Though, We suspect that you have not been whole for a great many months, now."
"Who are you"
"We are the future of Humanity."
"What?"
"Mankind has fallen, its time is over. Now is the age of Übermensch. We will teach you the overman."
"Man is something that shall be overcome. What have you done to overcome him?"
"All beings so far have created something beyond themselves; and do you want to be the ebb of this great flood, and even go back to the beasts rather than overcome man? What is ape to man? A laughing stock or painful embarrassment. And man shall be that to overman: a laughingstock or painful embarrassment."
"You have made your way from worm to man, and much in you is still worm. Once you were apes, and even now, too, man is more ape than any ape."
"The overman is the meaning of the earth. Let your will say: the overman shall be the meaning of the earth... Man is a rope, tied between beast and overman—a rope over an abyss. What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not an end."
The creature was forcing itself into his mind, each statement made fact by its will. It took Jensen all he had to ignore what it was saying. Each new thought the creature dispensed was attempting to force its way into his skull, each word seeking to become law in his mind.
Jensen had fought men, he had killed beasts and lived through the worst the apocalypse had thrown at him. He didn't know how long he could fight something like this.
The last section there is a quote about the Overman (or Übermensch) by Frederic Nietzsche. I liked it and decided that it fit what The master was selling very nicely, as well as showing the distance that being a psychic will cause during a conversation. Why debate a point when you can simply force yours into their mind?
On another side note, I've been nowhere near as busy as I'd like you all to believe. I really just haven't gotten the motivation to write until today, and this is pushing a month for update time (Oh how the mighty have fallen, my two week promise was broken ages ago).