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My Corvega was barreling down highway 95, ferrying us to our destination, the next member of the Remnants on the list: Orion Moreno. According to Arcade, this Orion character was living in an old house, in one of the run-down, old world residential neighborhoods east of Vegas. Given the (relatively) long drive, I had plenty of time to ask questions. But not about Orion. "Hey, Arcade?" I said, casting a glace over to ED-E buzzing along just outside my window. "You remember your parents, right?" Arcade…
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By the time we got back to the 38, it was just after noon. While everyone else was busy getting cleaned up after the fight, I was sitting in the kitchen. The smashed up remains of the three-eyed goggles were sitting in a tiny heap on the table in front of me. I wasn't entirely certain what I hoped to accomplish. I downed a swig of the beer in my hand, and went straight back to staring at the pile of scrap. I was fairly certain that I didn't have the tools in the Lucky 38 to try and repair and/or reverse…
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At precisely 10:07 am (and a bit) the next day, we set out. There were only four of us in the car this morning; myself and Cass in the front seats, and Veronica and Arcade in the back. ED-E was flying around somewhere else, having offered to scout out ahead. For a while, the car was pretty silent, and I wasn't entirely certain why. The party last night had been fun, but hadn't been "So, where'r we goin' again?" Cass asked, surprising me. The way she was reclining, I thought she was asleep. "Weren't you…
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My original plan seemed simple enough. Get Veronica back to the Lucky 38, and into her room so I could 'prepare the ground,' so to speak, with Cass. That way, I could make sure that the three of us would have plenty of time to get settled, and we could work out the tangled myriad of issues in a clam, sensible, dignified manner. Like adults. So when the elevator doors opened, and both Veronica and myself were face to face with Cass, I mentally ran through every single conceivable curse that I knew. No plan…
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Ding. The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped into the Lucky 38's suite. I grimaced slightly as I looked around; the telltale signs of my fight with Veronica from a week and a half ago were still here. Some effort had been made by "Alright, I gotta ask," I turned around, to face Cass and Boone stepping out of the elevator behind me. "How did you guys know that I was going to arrive there when I did? I didn't even know I was going to be there at that specific time." I'd spent so much of the trip back…
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I cracked my eyes open, and for half a second, I wasn't sure I had. A vertical line of light sliced through the darkness in front of me; the hissing of releasing gas filled my ears. I smiled and sighed as the Auto-Doc doors slid open, letting me step out onto the cold metal floor of The Sink. "Good morning, sir," Jeeves spoke to me in a calm, pleased tone as I emerged out of the darkened chamber. "It is currently 6:42 in the morning, and might I say, sir, how nice it is to see you fully functional again."…
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"Well, well, well," a synthesized voice from somewhere in the tank exclaimed in a slightly British accent. "Look who finally decided to turn up. It's about damn time! And where have we been, hmmm? Crawling around through pits of radioactive muck again?" "Are..." I sighed, clutching my head and rubbing my temple. "You're my brain, aren't you?" "Ah, lovely." My... well, my brain said to me from its... his... spot floating in the tank. "Figured that out, have we?" My brain then proceeded to mock me in the…
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It was starting to get dark when I drove to the Forbidden Zone. I honestly had no idea what was waiting for me in there, but it was almost certain to be very dangerous, probably atomic-powered, and almost certainly related to robots and/or scorpions in some way... at least, if Mobius' general On the plus side, it was impossible to miss the place: like the Think Tank dome in the center of the crater, this was Things got even more red the closer I got. The only way into what (I hoped) was the entrance at…
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The X-2 Transmitter Antenna Array tower loomed over me like a giant monolith, stretching to the sky. Unlike the X-8 and X-13 facilities, which had satellite towers mounted on top of the labs, this building was little more than just a massive tower with a giant dish on the top pointing straight at the sky. It was much bigger than the other towers, as well. But that wasn't what was worrying me right now. Drawn on the front of the door in fading red spray paint was another flag symbol. The red flags meant…
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It was around 10 the next morning when Roxie, Stripe and I all loaded up into the deuce and set out. I'd decided that I'd done enough screwing around (both literally and figuratively) for the time being, and focus on finding the last two technologies that would let me get into the Forbidden Zone and recover my brain. Only trouble was, what I Tails. Stealth suit it is then! Roxie was certainly enjoying herself. She was sitting in the passenger seat, sticking her head out of the window as we drove along,…
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