The House Never Dies 6 - (Fallout x Xover, RobertHouse!SI)

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Lydia's arrival in my bunker was an event that stirred quite a curious development with Rascal.

Albeit behaving territorially around me when the woman was within my proximity, it took months for the Deathclaw to warm up to the blonde and, ironically so, tag along for some 'playful exercises'. What was meant to be some basic stuff Lydia did to keep her physique and also be at peak performance during calibration tests for the Combat Securitrons quickly turned into amusing scenes since Rascal would try her hardest to try and keep up with her.

Still, it never got to the point of outright emulating the woman. She always tried some of her own new tricks to show off to Lydia. And this behavior was rewarded with compliments and headpats. And hugs. Rascal had to be taught on how to provide hugs to someone that was a bit bigger (more muscularly-wide) than me. Nonetheless, the hugging tradition didn't perish as Lydia was assimilated into it.

Having the woman in the bunker also added a proper human being in the system. Something that I had been a bit worried about since... 1) I had been looking for a proper human companion in a while. It was less about having someone to interact with and more about having someone to talk cleverly with. Rascal was both a Deathclaw and still quite young - her brain was still focusing on basic words meant for common use. Such as titles, names, and verbs meant to describe actions that were common in her life.

Lydia's insertion in such formula seemed to further stimulate Rascal to be more vocal, and in turns got her praises and positive reinforcement for doing the 'right thing'. For a few months, things were particularly tame as my monitoring of Lydia confirmed that she had indeed came to my bunker for what she offered to do. If not more in regards to improvisation. Still, with her presence there far from dangerous for me, I was soon back to prodding into more projects.

The biggest one yet was also a 'top secret' idea of mine that I was quite careful with: rockets. Rockets meant to take robots to space.

The idea was that, since I had a lot of resources which I could produce en-masse, a lot of energy and expertise in handling nuclear batteries, and advanced-enough robots to properly handle efforts previously limited to men, I decided it was time to try my hand in space-travel. And yet I set low expectations for this first effort: I would get a satellite of mine on orbit.

I used to have satellites in space too. Nothing too fancy as that kind of tech tended to have a lot of monitoring from the government, but now that I lacked supervision on the matter, I decided to play with something bigger, better, and more efficient.

Once 'Apollo-Rex' was finished in 2103, I had the satellite set up for the launch and... I decided to invite Lydia to witness the sight through the main monitor.

"You are doing... What?!"

"Launching a satellite to space," I hummed with utmost calm, holding back a grin at her shocked look. "I had been thinking of doing this awhile ago, but I held back since I wanted to make sure I had all the calculations done right."

"...And what's the point of the satellite?"

"Well, after the war most of the radio signals got dispersed- it is so bad that what should make for easy communication for hundreds of miles is now done for. A working satellite would fix that. And since all good satellites died decades ago, it only feels right to get in touch with the rest of the states."

I really wanted to see beyond this side of the coast. After all, I planned to reconquer the entire continent a few years after the 'Pre-War Civvies' were out of their cryo-chambers. And to do that, I had to start establishing some combats with the new locals. To my delight, the launch went on without any issues, and all systems were functional as the rocket got in the right spot in orbit before shifting into 'satellite' mode.

The Securitrons onboard were quick to get all steps done flawlessly and, within a few hours of its operational life, I received data regarding the continent as a whole in regard to the current civilizations that had been born in the span of thirty years. Nothing matched with my recollection of the 23rd Century for Fallout, but it was fine by me. Most of the bigger communities had yet to truly form, and most vaults were still closed as of now.

Could I meddle in that regard? I could. Just not now. Not yet. But soon... I was going to kill Vault-Tec's baby before it could ruin America and be a pain in the butt in the long run.

A few 'responses' catch my attention, but I found my focus stolen entirely by one in particular. It took me a while to isolate the signal but... I had it quite soon, and I was soon in contact with...

The Commonwealth Institute of Technology. My last source of education before I became a businessman, and now it was a little shelter for bright minds that had been thinking on what to do to survive. They had enough resources to last a few more years, and research had given them the means to expand that by a few more decades.

When I got in contact with the people there, I was instantly recognized as a 'grand alumnus' of the Institute. And I took this chance to initiate some pleasant conversations with the 'Father', a supposed 'head-teacher' meant to lead the CIT in its current altered state. Students had turned into teachers, and teachers into leaders.

Still, I was 'good news'. I was smart, I was once a student, and I was quick to get them bowing to me when I offered to 'effortlessly' send them supplies and some notes for technological advances I had pushed for. That's how little I needed to enslave a bunch of repressed nerds. I could have just as easily given them some anime stuff and they would have seen me as a deity of sort.

Ignoring that funny digression, I ended up taking over CIT with that power move as Vertibirds go BRRR, Robots go BRRRer, and Humanist Technocracy sounds quite legit in the eyes of those people. Creating a large Boston-based mini-state led by the enlightened masses sounds like a good way to organize a future state for me to start doing business through- after all, rapid world-conquest implied the use of various entrypoints to rapidly flatten any threat to my rule.

Back to normal stuff, it was in December of 2103 that something quite 'unexpected' happens.

It's the end of the year, Lydia had suggested for me to get some booze to play 'who can outlast the other'. And I am not sure who won that game. The only thing I know was the fact that the game went beyond drinking and, by the next morning, I realized that buff blondes were my weakness. I was in bed, clearly unclothed, and clearly very happy as I was radiant as hell. Who else was in that same situation? Lydia.

I remember tongue-fighting, I remember doing some Mating Press. I remember being subjected to some Amazon Press by my own drunken curiosity as Lydia had no clue what that was until she discovered it being her favorite position. The hardcore sex was a bit steamy and still drummed in my head as quite the unforgettable night for me and - after years of loneliness - it felt like God had decided to thank me... and also leave me in a panic.

It was by the next morning that I realized that, from the blood on the sheets, that it was our first time... ever. I knew I was a virgin, I had no clue the same extended to Lydia until I found proof of that.

And this whole situation was bad.

Now, I get what many may think here at hearing this last comment: Rob, you scored with someone you are in a good situation with. She is gorgeous, not a bimbo, and is not trying to kill you - why the hell would you think this development is bad?

The answer to that is a mix of what I felt and what OG House did. After all, Robert House had that... 'cute' AI that kept him some company. And that was weird as shit. In regard to me, it was about my real age, the fact I had so much power over Lydia and how much of that played a role in what occurred.

Turns out that none of that truly mattered as Lydia just rolled with it, started to call me hun and developed a habit to greet me with a kiss on the nose, the forehead or even my cheek. At times, when she felt truly bold, she would dive for my lips and...

And I am not sure- should I plan dates with her? Should I court her? What kind of woman was she? Did I need to look into her father's files to know what he would approve? Would he even approve me considering the full context? I was just a man-child-god... I can't be subjected to tactical romantic situations just like that!

AN

Meanwhile Rascal can smell that Lydia is now her mom and is very happy for that, not knowing about her dad's internal struggles.